#(by the way I'm one of the people from jonathan splitting)
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⭐️reposting this because it didn't show up in the tags
⭐️ Jace Herondale x Fem! Brightlaw Reader
⭐️masterlist | here are your warnings: 17+ + PiV + fluffy smut + marking and possessive-ness + birth control runes
⭐️book/movie Jace??? Idk. I imagine movie Jace as Jace when I'm reading, which I'm doing rn, I'm rereading city of bones. I'm going to post the next three chapters of EWW to my ao3 this weekend, and maybe I'll get a good update out! Like a real one. Thanks everyone for being patient and bearing with me being a totally emotional spaz
Jace's room was usually clean. The immaculate space could only be described as that of belonging to a monk or a pastor, or any man who lived in quiet humbility. Typically the place was spotless: routinely dusted and the hardwood floors always swept--perhaps that was a trait he had picked up from Mayrse...she was a rather strong advocate for the neat freak movement, so perhaps something about being raised by her in his later years of childhood had rubbed off.
His stack of piano music books, and a few other personal belongings, tended to be neatly set on his dresser, the one with the huge mirror (the same one he probably spent forty minutes gazing into every morning).
But now the room was trashed. It had everything to do with the way Jace had dragged you around it. He'd tossed you on every possible surface and possessed your body. Books spilled across the edge as your hands buckled to find something to grip onto as Jace hoisted his hips hard against yours, filling you up with this long cock.
By now, it had been hours, and you were both on the bed.
His thumbs pressed hard into the flesh of your ass as he guided your hips back and forth, shushing you as he grinned like a fallen Angel.
"You like this cock, baby?" Jace asked, his curly golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The flushed features of his sharp cheekbones and the flickering golden hue fading in and out of his crisp blue eyes reminded you of his angelic heritage.
"Come on, angel, answer me," Jace hissed as he tipped your face up. His long fingers pressed beneath your chin, and his eyes glittered gold with brief hunger as he examined the splotchy marks he'd littered on your throat.
"I do like it," you stammered out, still trying to hump his hips as fast and hard as you could. His cock was angled just right so it rubbed the spongy spot inside of you. Your clit was erect and pounding with rushing blood, beating fast like another pulse in your body.
"I like it, I like it," you whined, sounding pathetic and not at all like a Shadowhunter. What would your parabatai say if they knew just how cockdumb you'd become, and for Jace Herondale of all people. He easily was the most arrogant of all Shadowhunters.
"Yeah, I know you like it," Jace chuckled as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hands, the cool metal of his family rings, both the Wayland and the Herondale sigils passing over your flushed face. The coldness of the rings eased the sweat as Jace maneuvered his thumb to tickle your clitoris just lightly. It made your vision blur and you couldn't help but cry out.
"You own this cock, don't you?" Jace purred as he lazed back, his voice deep with pleasure as you cried in rumbling ecstasy. Your body was trembling all over and Jace caught you as you pushed forward, slumping over as you gave up on using your own hips to hump his dick.
Jace wrapped his arms around you. He had gotten bulkier, more muscular, since the last battle in Alicante against Jonathan's army; he'd found temporary peace in his excercising with Alec, as well as his clear mind. Heavenly Fire flooded his veins, making the apples of his cheeks rosy with rush and fever.
You groaned into the crook of Jace's neck as he held you together. Without his arms you might very well fall apart; come completely undone as Jace split you in half, releasing your shadowy soul and laying it to rest in the City of Bones.
"Daughter of The Brightlaws" your slated tombstone would read. "Killed by a Herondale cock."
Well, it'd be an interesting sight.
Jace's hips and thighs smacked up as he leaned back into the headboard of the large, Institute bed. He cradled you in his arms and softly groaned as he fucked into you. Your teeth sank over the Star shaped mark on his shoulder as his skin wettly slapped into yours.
"Gotta suck something to keep quiet?" Jace chuckled as your lips suckled onto the mark. "That's fucking hot. That's right, suck. Like it's my cock, okay?"
Your lips cramped as tears dropped down your cheeks. Your upteenth orgasm was stirring inside of you, churning like cream into sugar. It was a sweeter feeling than any cake batter or cookie dough; a stronger and hotter feeling than any fine whiskey or vodka you'd ever tasted.
Jace hissed as your teeth nipped his collar bone. The skin was blotched red and purple and it stained the Star mark on his shoulder.
You shuddered violently as cum spilled outside of you. It was leaking down your thighs, coating Jace's pelvis; it was a salty mix of the both of you: it was the last of the Herondales and Brightlaws, and it was being wasted on sloppy, sloppy sex; what would the consul say? How would the Clave react if they knew your left shoulder blade was coated with a birth control rune, courtesy of Clary Fairchild.
The sound of Jace's cock plunging in and out through the sticky flood of semen was erotic on its own. It lubricated your pounding clit so that even the lightest touch made you flinch in the best of ways.
"Cum on it again, okay, Angel? I can't get enough of the feeling. Aw, baby, don't cry," Jace chuckled as he used a thumb to wipe away the tears that settled on your cheeks. "I'm going to take such good care of you. Don't you know how much I love you?"
The creaking of the bed crescendoed into a slamming against the walls. No doubt the other residents were hearing all of this, and no doubt would they guffaw and joke about it during breakfast the next day.
"I love you," Jace said, his voice breathless as he held your hips down firmly. His cock was twitching and pounding as it hammered inside of you. His thighs were thick and full with muscle as they flexed to keep himself from collapsing into the mattress. His entire body burned with tire but he couldn't stop. He needed one more, one more burst of ecstasy with you. "I will love you until I die. And if there's a life after that? I'll love you then. Can't let my Angel be all alone...need to keep her company."
Your jaw went slack as drool dripped from your lips, sticking to the Herondale star as you emitted mindless sounds into his golden skin. "I love you, Jace," you said between hiccuping moans.
"And my cock?"
You couldn't help but laugh between the thrusts. "Even your cock, baby."
Jace firmly smacked you on the ass as he made a little noise of praise. "That's right. You love it. You love it, you own it; you milk it so good. Your wet pussy hugs me just right. Raziel made you for me."
His blue eyes flared with golden flame; the heavenly fire was forcing its way out of hiding, making his hands warm as the groped across your body. "You're all mine."
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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)
Read Chapter 10 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 11
Summary: Daemon steps ahead in the league. Samantha is on a mission to bring him back to her.
Trigger Warning: 18+ Sex, Smut, Degradation kink, reader gets turned on by the thought of Daemon hurting people to protect her, weird kinks, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, bloodshed, flashbacks of abusive relationship, toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying
Daemon was in the last round of the match, you had hoped that it would be easy and fun to watch him kick some ass but you weren't ready to watch him get beaten up as well, his face already had a nasty bruise under his eye, his cheekbone was splintered, there was blood all over his body, it belonged to both him and his opponent. The crowd was going wild as they got ready for the last round, on his one minute break he looked your way and asked Jonathan to bring you to him, he wanted to be with you even if just for a second.
"Heyyyy" he leaned down on his knees and pressed his head against the fence so you grabbed onto his fingers.
"You're doing so good..I'm so proud of you" you yelled from the top of your lungs so he gave you a smile.
"I want to win darling, I have to win" he huffed so you squeezed on his finger in a reassuring manner.
"You already won the moment you stepped in there baby"
As the break came to an end, you stepped away from the fence and went back to the stand, even though he was physically wounded his eyes seemed to sparkle like never before, he really was born to be a fighter.
And as the fight began again, you watched with bated breath, cheering him on with everything you had. You knew that Daemon could do it, he really needed this win.
As the last bell rang, you felt your heart pounding in your chest, dread washing over you at the thought of what was to come. You knew that Daemon had given everything he had, but you couldn't bear the thought of him losing.
The announcer stepped into the octagon, holding the mic close to his mouth. You could feel the tension in the air, the crowd holding their breath as they waited for the results.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this has been an incredible fight, and both fighters have shown tremendous heart and determination," the announcer began speaking, all of a sudden the arena has gone completely silent.
Your heart sped up as he continued speaking "but there can only be one winner. After five rounds of intense fighting..."
The world seemed to slow down as the announcer finished his sentence, "the winner and the contender to make it to the quarter finals... by split decision... Daemon Targaryen"
A deafening roar filled the arena, as the announcer raised Daemon's arms in victory. You felt a sense of relief wash over you, mixed with pride and joy, that's when you were finally able to jump and scream in happiness.
Viserys was at the airport when he got the news, he couldn't have been more proud of Daemon for knocking the first match of his comeback.
Jonathan hugged and lifted up Daemon to celebrate, his team was rallying around him, all of them felt ecstatic at the moment, he was returning to the game after so long and he didn't have much time to train for this so it seemed like an impossible feat at first.
After a few minutes a bodyguard came to you and took you away with him, Daemon wanted to see you in his dressing room, he had a robe on and a medical expert was working on his injuries, his room was filled with people but as soon as he saw you he walked towards you and pulled you in his arms, he placed his head down on your shoulder as you hugged him tightly.
"Can you all clear out the room please?" He looked around so everyone stopped what they were doing and fled almost immediately, his new assistant Darryl closed the door behind him and that's when Daemon cupped your cheeks to kiss you, he then picked you up and walked towards the nearest wall to press you against it.
"Tell me that you're proud of me" his eyes were teary as he spoke and yours did too as you noticed the look on his face.
"I am always so proud of you baby, no matter whether you win or not" he placed his head between the crook of you neck, your arms flung around his neck, fingers running through his scalp, he was sweaty and ruining your dress with his blood but you didn't care, you just wanted to hold him and let him know that he was loved and taken care of.
"I need you babe" he whispered in your ear as he put you down.
"Well you also need medical attention" you bit on your lips as you said that, you clearly desired him too, how could you not? Especially after watching him be so fearless in such a brutal sport.
"Hmmmm i need You first" his hands sneaked under your dress and he pulled your panties down and you took his shirts off, your eyes gazed over the the groin pad he had underneath his brief,
"That looks oddly erotic"
He chuckled as you took it off, he picked you up again and your legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers played with your lips to arouse you further, he didn't really need to go on for long, his cock was fully erect as he shoved the tip inside your warmth slowly.
You moaned as his girth stretched you out, the sound was like music to his ears, he was still high on the rush he had felt in the ring and all he needed now was to submerge himself in you.
"Watching you there in the crowd was everything I needed my sweetheart" he mumbled sweetly so you cupped his cheeks to kiss him.
"I'd always be there for you even if I'm not in the crowd, though I have to admit, I don't enjoy watching you get hurt like that" he smiled at the comment, hips moving back and forth in a perfect rhythm. The look of pride on your features warmed his heart.
"Mmmm part of the job love"
"I know baby"
He always knew you were nothing like Samantha but moments like these always came as a reminder to him that he had now what he had wanted with her. She couldn't wait for a chance to hurt him, you on the other hand always wanted to take away his pain.
As he came inside you his body finally felt sated not just because of the release but because of the woman he had in his arms. He had ruined your dress so once you both showered, he gave you a spare t-shirt of his to put over the dress, the dress neatly worked as a skirt.
After getting his wounds patched up Daemon took you to go see Viserys who had called Daemon and asked him to meet at a restaurant. As soon as they met, Viserys just lifted him up and twirled him around like a child, he was so happy and proud of his little brother, not just for facing his fears but successfully accomplishing what he had wanted. He had a long way to go but Viserys knew his brother was getting back to being the man he was born to be.
"Mum would have been so proud of you" Daemon's eyes teared up and he placed his head down on Viserys shoulder.
He had told you that his mom had passed away before both of them had arrived in NYC. That's why when he met Samantha and she took such good care of him in the beginning he fell hard and fast for her, she loved him like a lover but cared for him like a mama would and when she started to hurt him he just blamed himself at first because he couldn't grasp why his girl would ever want to hurt him like that.
He just always believed that he was in the wrong and must have done something to warrant that behaviour.
He had vowed to himself that he'd never make the same mistake again, that he'd never allow anyone to make him feel so vulnerable, so open but you changed it, his resolve was shaken as soon as he had seen you that night in the alley, you didn't know any of this but he had spent that night just thinking about you, a part of him warned him to not seek you but he didn't listen and now he felt lucky that he followed his instincts.
"Didn't bring your wife?" Daemon asked him as all of you sat down for dinner, you had met Viserys's wife Allison at his birthday party but you didn't get a chance to talk much, she was also ignoring you and she looked at you a certain way that didn't make you feel welcomed. Daemon's young niece Raina lived in London so you had never met her either.
"You know she has a name" Viserys scoffed at Daemon's tone. You placed your hand on his under the table to gesture to him to calm down. Viserys had a phone call so he excused himself for a minute and you turned to Daemon. You had an inkling that Viserys had a troubled marriage but you never asked for details. It didn't feel proper but now that your relationship has developed you wanted to know more about his family.
"Do you not like her or something?" You asked him so he snickered, it's been a while since you had seen him snickering that way.
"His cunt of a wife? No i detest her, detest that she's considered family" his tone regarding his sister in law surprised you.
"Why?" You asked him softly so he looked at you,
"You know I escaped Samantha? But he married his Samantha, she's…not exactly that awful but she's a cheating whore and has been caught in the act multiple times, makes sense that she bonded with Samantha" your eyes widened as he said that.
"They are friends?"
"They used to be, got no clue of their current situation " he said nonchalantly.
As soon as Daemon said that suddenly everything clicked, maybe Allison and Samantha were still friends, maybe she was the one to tell her that daemon was moving on. You remembered her watching you intently at the birthday party. It would explain how she was able to find his house address so easily and even the name of the hotel you both were staying at. You had several doubts but it was a day for celebration so you didn't want to ruin it with those negative thoughts.
"You want to go dancing?" He asked you so you smiled.
"No I want you to get rest tonight, you need it. Also since when do you dance?" You chuckled and the smile on his face faded as he looked down.
"I used to, until I was repetitively told that I looked ridiculous" you gulped as he said that. That bitch. She truly was the bane of his existence, she made sure to ruin everything he ever enjoyed in life.
You caressed his shoulder and leaned into him to kiss his cheek, he instinctively placed his head down on your shoulder.
"We can go tomorrow okay? Can you just rest for me tonight?" You said to him so he nodded. "I love you"
"I know, i know" you pulled away from him as Viserys returned to the table.
"Apologies my folks..a client needed me" you smiled as he said that.
Daemon's next fight was scheduled for five days later and you had plenty of time to kill and he needed full recovery from his minor injuries so he didn't have to train in between either, he had made it to quarters already and if he clears that match there will be semis and then the final, you had no doubt in his abilities as a fighter but unfortunately you won't be able to be here for the whole league, it was a three week long event and you knew you'd get fired if you were to disappear for that long.
Daemon had told you that he'd fly you in and out for his matches and you were in no position to deny him, you didn't want to deny him. Normally a guy spoiling you with money and jewels would have made you feel like an object but you knew your relationship with him was deeper than those materialistic things. He needed you and you wanted to be there for him.
As you were stepping out of the restaurant, hand in hand with him you weren't really watching ahead of you as your eyes were focused on him, you then bumped into a guy who was entering the restaurant.
"God I'm so sorry" you turned to the man to apologize and he glared at you.
"Watch your fucking steps bitch" he said as he walked inside, you didn't even have time to blink before Daemon had stormed towards him and grabbed him by the neck, he dragged the man towards the nearest table and smashed his head onto the surface with sudden force.
You walked towards him to get him off the guy and other people in the restaurant helped as well. The other man didn't even try to fight back, he was terrified as it was, you grabbed Daemon's arms and you had to drag him out of the restaurant.
As soon as you both sat down on the backseat of the car there was an uncomfortable silence between you two, when he couldn't take it any longer he finally spoke,
"Why are you upset?"
You glared at him as he said that
"Just because you're a fighter doesn't mean you can just beat up anyone who looks at me wrong" he sighed as you said that.
"He didn't just look at you wrong he called you names for no absolute reason"
"Name..one name" you argued
"Same thing…you really think I'd just watch when my girl is being disrespected like that?"
Now how do you argue with that?
"You can't just attack people like that Daemon, it has consequences"
You sighed again so he placed his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek,
"You remember how we met right?" He smirked as he turned your face towards him and pecked your lips.
"That was different, I was being attacked"
"It's the same thing.. on my watch nobody gets to hurt you like that, words and actions alike" he said softly and your eyes narrowed.
"Yeahh then what about Samantha? I'm sure she's going to pull some shit again someday" He stiffened up for a moment as you said her name before he cupped your cheeks and locked his lips with yours.
"I'd kill her for you if you'd ask me to" he mumbled between the kisses and the gasp that left your mouth was unreal.
"Daemon.." his name on your lips came out in a whisper, you didn't know a comment like that would arouse you, such a morbid but scintillating thought.
"I would..i would kill anyone for you"
"Gods to the hell" you pulled away from him as you realized the driver was perking up his ears.
The moment you were back in the hotel room you sat him down on the couch and straddled him, the hard on was enough for you to continue, you didn't even undress, you just pulled your panties down, took his cock out of the confinement of his pants and sunk yourself on his length, his fist gripped your hair and he pulled you in for a kiss.
"It excites you..I can see it, you know I'm capable of that, don't you? you know I can be a dangerous man when I want to be'' he whispered sinful words in your ears as you hopped up and down.
You didn't want to encourage this violent, borderline criminal behavior but you were too turned on to think straight or logical right now.
"Shhh don't say that dae..it's so wrong" you resisted with your words but the way your cunt was dripping on his cock told a different story. He couldn't help but smile at the effect he was having on you.
"So wrong but it feels soo good right?"
"Mhmmmm" you whimpered as the pleasure fueled by the physical intimacy as well as his words began to rise slowly.
"And you're such a depraved whore for enjoying these thoughts are you not?" He asked as he pulled on your hair slightly, just enough to cause a sweet stinging burn.
"Gods yess I'm a whore"
The smirk on his face was now replaced with a mixture of lust and need for you, he wanted to see how far he could take this thing with you.
"Not just any whore, you're mine..all mine" he said, his tone was authoritative.
"Yesss pleasee…all yours" yours was a whimpering mess.
"And I'd do anything for you my private little whore..even kill the woman i once loved"
Your body convulsed on top of him as he finished his words, milking his own cum as your walls squeezed around him, it felt too much but too good, in the past year of your time with daemon and his resistance to not take any action against Samantha had left a lingering doubt in your head, you feared that he was still hooked to her in some ways so these awful words he spoke about her sort of invalidated those fears. Well for now atleast .
You felt horrible for having such thoughts. You also felt helpless for allowing a man to have such an effect on you but you didn't want to stop, not now, not ever, and if you were really blessed you were hoping these feelings would last forever.
You didn't even remember when he had taken you to the bathroom and cleaned you up, you didn't remember when he had put you down on the bed, your mind felt completely hazy in the wake of your orgasm.
"I love you sweetheart, I need you to understand that" he mumbled softly so you looked in his eyes.
"I know..so do I and I just want you to be safe" you caressed the bruise on his cheek and he leaned into the touch.
"I'm safe with you..you keep me safe..it's something I didn't have with her and if worst comes to worse I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe as well, you never have to worry about her, she means nothing to me" his voice was soft as he spoke, he wasn't a sappy guy, he never was but in moments like this he always let his guards down.
"I know I'm sorry baby"
"Shhhh it's okay love"
As soon as his body felt the comfort of your warmth and the soft bed he fell asleep.
As you caressed Daemon's hair and unwound his braids, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him. He seemed so soft, so precious, almost fragile at that moment. More so than before, like all of his past battles and struggles had been stripped away, leaving behind only the man in front of you.
You longed to protect him, to wrap yourself around him and shield him from the world. You knew that he had fought hard to get to where he was, and that he would fight even harder to stay there. And you wanted to stand by his side, through thick and thin, to help him through each fight.
You wanted to spend the next three days just lounging with him on the bed and have him rest but he had other plans, he figured that you had never been to Vegas before so he made it his mission to spoil you with sightseeing, buying you everything you even as much as glanced at for a fraction of a second. And ofcourse the mind numbing pleasure, even though he wasn't allowed to relieve himself that way he couldn't stop fucking you, he was a bad boy afterall.
He won't be seeing you for the next fight as much as he wanted to, but you had promised him that you'd be there for the semis, he had never felt such a need for a woman like this, the last time he felt this way was when he had first met Samantha. But he had been with you for a year now and the feelings he had for you only seemed to grow deeper with every passing day and he felt the happiest he had ever been in life, things were finally falling in the right places.
The night after he had smashed the quarters and made it to semis, he fell asleep all alone and suddenly he woke up with a nightmare, he saw you treating him the same way Samantha did, he knew he was just reliving the trauma through these frequent nightmares but watching you like that had made him curl up in a ball on his bed and cry, once he was assured he won't do or say anything that would hurt you, he finally called you. He just needed to hear your sweet voice and make him feel loved again, he wanted to forget that nightmare.
But It was around three am and he almost regretted it when he heard your sleepy voice,
"Hey baby" you mumbled and his eyes teared up.
"Can I see you? FaceTime?" He asked you so you immediately converted the call,
"Are you okay? Bad dream?" You asked him softly, the sight of you on your bed made him want to curl up to you right that moment..
"How do you know?" You smiled as he questioned you,
"You're okay baby, I'm here" he gulped as your soft voice melted in his ears, he didn't want to seem weak but you made it impossible with your tender voice.
"Did I wake you?"
"Yes but you can call me whenever you want" you answered honestly so he hummed.
He stayed on the phone with you for an hour before he hung up so you could get your sleep, he wanted to keep talking to you but he didn't want to be the selfish man he used to be with you before.
In the morning when he was out on the run he bumped into the person he didn't want to see again, he was just hoping she'd leave him alone because he didn't understand her longing obsession with him, it's been seven years. What was she thinking? What did she want from him now?
"Hello sweet boy" she smiled as she walked closer to him, honey sweetness dripping from her tone, he took several steps behind because he didn't want to indulge her, not in the slightest.
"Saw your fight last night, I guess you didn't see me in the crowd…those scars on your body..tch tch..I feel bad our little games in bed gave you such lifelong scars" she closed the distance between their bodies and caressed his arms, that condescending pitiful look on her face, that filthy touch made him freeze for a moment and she used the opportunity to hug him tightly.
The same day as you came back to your apartment after work there was an envelope waiting for you on the door. At first you thought it was something from Daemon so you smiled and picked it up but it wasn't from him.
As you flipped through the contents of the envelope, The pictures inside were of Daemon and Samantha together, hugging and at one point she seemed to lean in for a kiss. But that was not what bothered you, she must have stalked him like she always did. But as you flipped through the pictures, your blood ran cold as you saw something that made your heart sink.
He had a smile on his face and it terrified you. Why was he smiling at her like that? What was he doing?
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jealous/clingy spot/johnathon headcannons?
Jealous and Clingy hcs for Jonathan/Spot!
Knocking this out before I take a nap (eepy <\3)! Usually I would split this into 2 sections buuuuut since I think there wasnt much change in this department I'm not gonna bother!!
So!! Yeah!!
Fair warning that this will probably be OOC and/or have mistakes since I'm eepy but I'm too stubborn to leave this for later ☝️😔
This ones gonna be on the shorter side, maybe
Idk I write these opening/author notes before + as I'm writing
Starting off Jonathan is.
Whoooboy!
Like he tries not to be toxic about it, he doesn't want to hurt you or drive you away, and that sentiment is still there even after he becomes spot
He doesn't have many friends and he'll never forgive himself if he makes you leave
What he needs is loads of reassurance that you only have eyes for him, and communication is key! Let him know when you're going to be late or going to hang out with someone for a bit; if he sees you with someone else, or another *guy* it'll eat him up all day
Though sometimes he can still jump to conclusions so arguments are inevitable every now and then but again, communication and patience is key; he'll never go as far as to accuse you of cheating though (unless he truly has reason to suspect)
He doesn't think hes the prettiest, or nicest, or smartest, or-
I mean of all people, you chose him?
He feels lucky to have you, but he believes you can do so much better than him and that thought is constantly plaguing his mind
Not very self assured tbh
After the collider incident his self image issues get way way WAY worse; from the fact he can hardly consider himself human, to his new powers, to the fact everyone from his old life dropped him
Except, for you
You stayed
Through it all the fact you stuck around does give him comfort, more so than if you were to meet him after the collider incident
Like
Its one thing to meet him as spot
But I feel its another to see and know how he was before, as just Jonathan, and to still stick around after his life was flipped upside down
His jealousy still spikes up every now and then
As a side thing I feel like as Jonathan he liked having you in his sight and, if possible, he liked holding your hand. Think of it as a "you're still here, you're here for me, you're not going anywhere and you love me," sort of thing
As spot that turns into him wanting to be even closer to you anytime he has the chance
The whole "oh I'm not the most (x)" thing REALLY amps up when he becomes spot, especially in the beauty department
Remind him that you dont mind the holes, shower him in affection
Overall it's going to be a while until hes confident in himself, both as Jonathan and as Spot
So please be patient with him, but remember to set clear boundaries for the relationship! I feel like with a lot of hc lists for insecurity and jealousy stuff, boundaries are hardly touched up on!! No hate to those writing like that and not including it but I feel like its important to stress that the other partner has the right to enforce their own things
Though that might be because when I was younger, jealous hcs were more... yandere-esque or getting REAL close to it, and it kinda. Made me think that was normal and desirable and okay in relationships so
Idk maybe that's just that part of me wanting to prevent that from happening to someone else
With that aside, ultimately Jonathan/Spot will try his best to not get too intense or pushy or controlling; again, he loves you, and he doesn't want to love you
#atsv#the spot x reader#the spot#spot x reader#atsv spot#jonathan ohnn#jonathan ohnn x reader#x reader#spiderverse
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i'm mmmmh still thinking thoughts (it's about the poster, of course it is, been fascinated by that since s4)
the last few minutes of every season always drop some major hints for the next season that are pretty explicit in hindsight. some examples
s1 shows the baby slugs Will coughs up that come back in s2, hints El might still be alive when Hopper leaves Eggo waffles out in the forest, and gives Nancy a sweet moment with Jonathan despite still dating Steve, s2 has El living with Hopper and J/ancy going canon
s2 shows the mindflayer looming over the school -> meatflayer is the main threat of s3 (as well as s2 having lumax and mleven dancing who will both be established couples by the start of s3)
s3 ends with the Byers moving away and Max sitting alone in Billy's room, s4 then has the Byers living in California be a major plotpoint as well as Max's trauma around Billy's death almost killing her
and so on you get it. in hindsight there will obviously be some pretty major hints in the last 10 minutes of s4
and some already seem pretty straight forward. obviously the gates opening is the big thing, the UD will be a focus in s5. the camera lingering on the church and Jason's bible quote outside also seems like it's a pretty solid nudge at the vibe in town next season. also things like the hill scene in general with the coupled grouping (doesn't even have to be about "endgames" necessarily, would also make sense as main groups of s5, since they're split into adults, teens (now young adults), and kids (teens) again)
but the whole blood thing going on in the last 10 minutes that comes out of nowhere? i want to know where that is going
we already had a ton of blood in s4, with the lab massacre and nose bleeds for the Vecna victims. so why does the donating blood theme come up after all that, what happens in s5 that makes it warrant the blood teaser (that sounds horrible) when s4 already had so much of it? and it's not just blood in general, there's a very specific focus on "giving" blood, however you want to interpret that
the poster in the hospital room already feels extremely foreshadowy in s4 given how bold it's written, how it's the only legible text on screen, and how it's in the negative space of the blocking the whole time so your eyes are drawn to it
but it's not even just that one poster either. in case you missed that one or didn't bother reading it in the hospital they also give you the blood donations promo table that the shot lingers on, that has so many posters begging for your blood it's not even funny anymore. and hey, even for those not reading background posters, there's 4 separate blood drop graphics so you definitely know they want blood, the show seems to really really want people to acknowledge it
and now they use the same exact poster from these last 10 minutes again? in another location? that's more focus on it than even i expected what are we going for here
be a hero give blood you say? on the show with the constant allusions to being a hero? "heroes" by david bowie, superheroes and powers, "don't try to be heroes" only for Eddie to die when he breaks his own advice? all of s4 was about how you shouldn't try to be a hero and that running away is okay. Max also almost dies when she stops running to distract Vecna. girl you know someone is fucked with that poster, that's a set up screaming for disaster (it's also not lost on me how even the stage show has a focus on blood and !TFS SPOILER! as far as i know Brenner senior even dies after not being able to receive blood donations due to his now abnormal blood type anymore. so there's some weird focus on blood going on even outside of the in show canon now, even specifically about giving blood, or well, not being able to give blood in this case. no one was a hero and gave blood in tfs i guess lmao. what are they cooking here)
the poster is also so vague there's so many ways this can be horrible for the characters. in the actual blood donation to save someone way? would be kind of tame but who knows what lore/plot s5 will deliver. in the sacrifice yourself/get injured to save someone way? or a secret third thing we don't have enough context to guess yet?
be a hero give blood my ass. who's giving blood for what tell me now. also how bad will "giving blood" be for them
#that poster had me kicking my feet for months and now it's coming back? oh i'm so (ab)normal about that#no but the constant mentions of blood coming up right at the end when the show enters the 'tease the next season' timeslot#concerning as hell#it's giving sacrifice of some kind#or at least bad injury#but who knows well see#also thinking of that poster always makes the stav post about it and the whole dead and missing broadcast and mike come back to me#it's windows screensavering in my brain again#st5 speculation#st s5#st5 leaks
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One of the things I really appreciate in Picard S3 is how the season slowly gave back Voyager to Seven. I get why they didn't in season 1 of Picard and only mentioned Voyager and her Voyager family obliquely -- Seven barely knew the people in La Sirena, and there's no impetus for her to share. The subtlest of nods was a good way to kick it off.
Season 2 has willingly said Janeway's name to Raffi and the context of why she wasn't in Starfleet.
By season 3, Seven is surrounded by the spirit of her old family. The best visual indicator of it all was the silver Voyager Model Seven kept prominently on a shelf in the anteroom of her quarters.
From BTS we also see Tuvok has the same one, and from this, we can infer all Voyager crew have their own models. (I would give them real money if they would sell that Voyager model too!).
It also means wherever Seven was all through the years with the Fenris Rangers Seven carried this tiny Voyager ship around.
In Prodigy Vice-Admiral Janeway has her own Voyager model, but of course, she's not going to be satisfied with a tiny model.
Keeping Jellico in the photo for the Voyager scale.
And of course, the scene in the Fleet Museum:
Featuring the Grand Old Lady herself, USS Voyager. (Hello, Voyager!)
Ends with a proper reunion with Tuvok, the only person other than Janeway who was there for Seven since the beginning:
I missed seeing them together -- and look at both of them now, in Command Red.
Janeway was the only missing element with an unfortunate thing of production and time getting in the way of Kate Mulgrew being around, as I understand it, she splits her time living in Ireland and the US (I could be wrong!) -- it's also one of the reasons I dearly hope we get a new show with Seven as the main lead. Because I selfishly want Janeway to appear and possibly give Seven her Captain's pins.
I know Jonathan Frakes expressed his wish that Riker be the one to hand out assignments to Seven, and it would make sense if he becomes a newly minted Vice-Admiral. Since Janeway might be higher up in the Command chain at this point.
But I still want Janeway to be the one handing out crucial assignments to Seven and the Ent-G.
So, yeah I hope we get that show but also I'm really glad this season finally brought Voyager back to Seven. It was her home.
#star trek picard#seven of nine#my favorite#forever girl#tuvok#uss voyager#kathryn janeway#voyager is my home#captain seven#captain seven of nine#thinky thoughts#late night musings
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Make Me Write: SNIPPET
The people have spoken and the people want Jeff to be Steve's bisexual awakening! I now have ~1.7k words written of this fic that had previously been a vague outline in the back of my head. Full disclosure, though: the "awakening" part of this is going to take a good long while for our beloved Steve.
I'm tagging everyone who explicitly requested this for WIP Wednesday (I counted each request as 3 additional sentences to my total count). But I'm going to hang onto the asks and use them for future motivation!
SNIPPET BELOW!
The return to school is a rocky one. The worst of the bruising has faded, and Steve can finally make it through most of a day reasonably alert—at home, at least. But there’s still a persistent ache throughout his whole body, and the fluorescent lights at Hawkins High are suddenly audible in a way he doesn’t remember them being just a couple weeks ago. About halfway through second period he develops a splitting headache that only gets worse as the hours tick by, and he feels seconds away from losing a breakfast he didn’t eat.
And that’s just the physical stuff. Returning to the social feeding frenzy of a small-town high school stuffed with teens with nothing to do than stick their noses all the way up the asses of everyone around them after getting his lights knocked out by the shiny new guy… Max may have knocked Billy out, but Billy’s not the one who had to take a week and a half off. Billy’s not the one with yellowing bruises splashed across his face. Billy’s had time to fashion himself a little amateur PR campaign, with Tommy Hagan as his own personal town crier.
It’s not like Steve had any particular interest in continuing to hover at the periphery of the circles he’d once been the ringleader of. But with Nancy tucked firmly into Jonathan’s side, and staunchly avoiding his gaze, and without the blandly polite interest of any of his other “friends,” Steve is just…adrift.
And on top of all of that, somehow a grade 3 concussion has not managed him a get out of jail free card for the stack of problem sets, papers, and tests he missed while he was out. Steve’s not totally convinced that a couple teachers didn’t tack on additional assignments out of spite.
“Mr. Harrington.”
Steve freezes with one foot in Mr. Donovan’s classroom. “Yes?”
“You’ll be making up the test you missed at the end of last week.”
“Didn’t I also miss the lessons for that test?”
“It’s not my fault if you didn’t have someone to take notes for you while you were away.”
“Away? I had a concussion.”
“Yes, and I’m sure you’ll think twice before getting up to whatever nonsense resulted in that unfortunate accident again. But that does not change the fact that you have a test you need take before you can continue in this class.”
Steve works his jaw, tempted to pull out the ‘my parents will be hearing about this’ card. He probably could get his mom to kick up enough of a fuss to get him out of the test. If he played his cards right, he might even manage to rile his dad enough to get Mr. Donovan fired. But either option was a devil’s bargain, and Steve has had quite enough of hell and its denizens to last himself at least two lifetimes.
Steve swallows down a retort—if he’s not going to try to manipulate his way out of this he’s certainly not going to dig his hole any deeper—and crosses to the front of the room to grab the test from Mr. Donovan’s hand.
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Almost all of the tables in the small library are full by the time Steve shuffles through the door right on the heel of the final bell. The only one free is the rickety wooden table near the back that has one leg about half an inch too short that always wobbles whenever someone so much as looks at it. Steve sighs, but he resigns himself to sneaking a book thin enough to wedge under the table leg off the shelf while Mrs. Miller is looking away.
A minute later, Steve is cycling through a large stack of very small books when he’s startled by someone speaking from behind him. “I’d go with The Awakening.”
“Huh?” Steve doesn’t even turn around, singularly focused as he is on making this table passably usable for taking the goddamn Chemistry test.
“The Awakening? Kate Chopin? Perfect profile for wedging under there.”
Steve scans the spines of his pile until he spots the book. Fishing it out, he sees that there is a small indent on the front cover that looks suspiciously similar to the shape of the table feet. Sure enough, it settles into place easily, and winks the wobble into nonexistence.
“Perfect, thank you.” Steve finally turns enough to catch sight of his savior. It’s another kid from Donovan’s fifth period Chemistry, but Steve can’t recall his name. If he puts his mind to it and casts back far and wide, he can maybe conjure an image of a darker-skinned teen sitting at the same cafeteria table as Eddie freaking Munson, but there’s a strong chance Steve’s just extrapolating based on the fact that the guy is currently wearing one of the silly “Hellfire Club” t-shirts. Not that knowing his extracurriculars helps at all with remembering what to call him. Steve’s never been the best at names and faces, but he’s starting to think Billy knocked something loose up there when he knocked him out (that’s basically what a concussion is, right?), because he can usually at least come up with some vague impression of a sound even if it’s off. His head is totally blank on this one.
Trying to recall the guy’s name just leaves him awkwardly staring into the middle distance, though. So when Hellfire Guy drops into one of the chairs at the table, it startles him into following suit. Hellfire Guy drops an identical packet to Steve’s on the table.
“You too?” Steve asks.
Hellfire Guy just kind of stares at him with a confused smile. “Why’d you think I was here during our shared class, Harrington?”
Steve flushes. “I didn’t really think before I spoke, to be honest.”
“Well at least you’re honest.” His new tablemate flashes a more genuine grin. “I was out with strep last week. Frankie grabbed my assignments for me, so I just have to make up this stupid test.”
Steve nods, pretending to know who Frankie is, and refusing to wish that he’d had someone willing to grab his assignments while he’d been out. It’s not like he could have done anything about them when he was sleeping two-thirds of the day away.
Steve settles at the table, and as he moves to start writing his name at the top of the page, he realizes that’s the perfect way to figure out Hellfire Guy’s name without seeming like a total jackass. He flicks his eyes across the table to try to catch a glimpse of what the other kid is writing. But Steve’s ability to parse other people’s handwriting is lackluster on a good day. Throwing in the additional obstacles of trying to read something upside down from a foot away and he may as well be trying to read French. He can’t get even a halfway decent look without having to strain himself awkwardly—which he nearly does, forgetting that the whole point of this exercise was to be discreet.
Hellfire Guy looks up to meet Steve’s gaze, and he looks a tad irked. “You trying to cheat off of me, Harrington?”
“No, no, I—” Steve cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t remember your name,” he says. The Steve of a year ago wouldn’t even care about whether or not he knew some nerd’s name. He doesn’t want to be that guy anymore, and yet he’s still right here in the same exact place. Only now he does care, and the fact that he can’t remember the name of a guy who’s sat two rows over from him for the last three and a half months is just embarrassing. “But I didn’t want you to think—” Steve blows out a sharp breath. “It seemed stupid to ask.”
Hellfire Guy blinks. “My name’s Jeff,” he says, without any hint of judgment or annoyance shading his tone. Jeff tilts his head and looks at Steve with an intent sort of squinting look. “Hargrove really did a number on you, huh?”
“Oh.” Steve hadn’t been expecting that response. “Yeah.” He paints a charming smile onto his face. He doesn’t want to talk about this. “We should probably stop talking before Mrs. Miller starts to think we are cheating.”
Jeff opens his mouth as though to say something, but then glances over the front desk. Mrs. Miller is talking to another student, but rather than call Steve out on his obvious deflection he just shrugs and returns to working on his own test. Steve lets out a slow steady exhale of relief and continues working on his own.
It doesn’t take long for the headache that’s been building all day to bloom into something distractingly painful. Even if parts of the test didn’t reference material that he entirely missed while he was out, all of the questions about stuff that he does recognize are about things he’s been struggling to grasp. The multiple choice section was fine—even if he’s not particularly confident he knows the answers to more than three of the questions, at least he can just guess and move on. But he’s thoroughly stuck on the segment of the test where he has to balance equations.
“Are you okay, man?”
Steve jolts in his seat and looks up at Jeff, who’s staring at him with what Steve takes to be genuine concern—as out of place as that should be on a nerdy junior whose name he didn’t know remember less than thirty minutes ago. Beyond that—what was Steve doing that even prompted Jeff to ask? “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
“Dude, you’re ripping your hair out, and you sound like a dying lawnmower.”
Steve immediately drops the hand that he didn’t realize had been tugging at his roots from his head, and flushes red. Maybe Billy punched a few holes through his filter while he was doing his best to cave his face in. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. You stuck on something?”
Steve scoffs a bit. “All of it.” He runs a hand through his hair again, but this time to try to reverse some of the damage. “I hate balancing equations.”
Tagging: @eriquin @inairbinad @delta-piscium @steventhusiast @bifuriouswaterbender @xenon-demon @steves-strapcollection @spicysix
#steve harrington#jeff stranger things#bisexual steve harrington#read writes#jeff is steve's bi awakening au
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I wish S4 explored Nancy and her tendency to isolate. It feels weird to keep yourself apart from the only other people who know about the Upside Down, yet we know that she never hangs out with the others (excluding Jonathan) outside of world ending scenarios. I wish we saw that reflected in her interactions with the group; have her fumble interactions with the kids and have no idea how to approach Robin and Steve. Have her know how to plan but not where she stands with anyone anymore.
I don't think it is weird for Nancy not to hang out with the majority of the people who know about the Upside Down.
If you look at the group, we have 3 people her age. One is her ex she had a very messy breakup with, next we have her ex's bff who seemingly comes as a package deal with Steve and then we have her current boyfriend who also has negative emotions towards her ex. If I were Nancy I would also only hang out with my boyfriend.
And then we have Mike and his friends, which are younger than her and she doesn't share the same interests with them. I doubt she sees her younger brother and the party as mature enough to hang out or discuss problems with. Which is fine btw, I have a younger brother and never in a million years would I want to hang out with his friends. It's no secret that the Wheeler siblings aren't close and I'm fine with that tbh it seems like a realistic depiction of a sibling relationship, or at least I can relate to it so it seems realistic to me personally.
So there are no other people that she could hang out with. After s1, she had both Steve and Jonathan because there was no weird history between them, but after her breakup with Steve, she only had Jonathan. Both Nancy and Steve are barely friends, like they weren't friends before they dated, and after the relationship, both were hurt by the other person, which made staying in contact difficult. And idk if Nancy would love to hang out with Robin if she would bring Steve back into her life, when she showed no interest to be friends with him before s4. Nancy never went out of her way to get to know Robin because idk it seems messy to befriend your ex's bff.
But in general, I don't think Nancy only had Jonathan. She seems to be the kinda girl who can keep school friendships. Like she was fairly popular in the school paper. She had two off-screen friends that were mentioned in s2 who she was close enough to have sleepovers with, without Karen being surprised by it. So, to me, she can make surface-level friendships, but as soon as school is done, she won't contact them anymore.
I also think after her split with Steve and her getting together with Jonathan, her reputation greatly suffered. Like dumping the popular guy to get together with the school creep just looks bad. On top of that, Tommy and Carol would spread the nastiest rumors about her and Jonathan, like it was already teased a bit in s2. I would have liked to see the aftermath of it. What do her friends say? How does she feel about that? Does she develop an even stronger us against them mindset with Jonathan and thus isolate herself further?
But again the reason why she doesn't hang out with the people in the UD group is the messy history she has with her ex and in extension with her ex' bff who are together 24/7.
I agree with you. I would have loved to see Nancy struggling with finding her place within the teen group at least. That would mean to acknowledge the complicated feelings she has towards Steve and Robin and vice versa. But we don't have time and there are bigger things to worry about. But if she were the driving force to befriend Robin, the pay-off would have definitely been better than what we got. It would have ensured that Robin didn't act out of character, and it would give Nancy more depth and room to grow as a person.
I don't think she would fumble her interactions with the kids, like they hung out when she was younger and the kids like having her around in s3. I think if they would question her authority because she sees herself in charge, then I think there would be problems, but the kids mostly listen to everything she has to say. They admire and respect her, so really, I don't think the kids are the problem. And because she sees herself as the older sibling, she doesn't expect them to check up on her between seasons. She doesn't see them as her equal because they are younger and she wants to protect them, but that doesn't mean she would love spending time with them outside world ending scenarios. Only if she truly has to. She has her own life and interests.
#sorry this took me so long to answer#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#steve harrington#jonathan byers#mike wheeler#the party#stranger things#sandra says stuff#anon#answered
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Writer asks
O ho HO heck yeah I love surveys! (Thanks for the tag, @mrpinniped!)
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
109 and counting!
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
356,656
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mostly Dracula, but I have racked up a fair number of Dorian Gray and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fics, plus some Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, and Moby Dick.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Doors Everywhere
I Too Can Love
In Every Sense
Angels Unawares
For Safety Reasons
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I always try to respond— comments always make my day, so I want to let people know that I appreciate them (plus it's fun to chat about plot points or characterization details with readers!).
6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?
Probably The Breaking Point, where Jonathan dies before he even reaches Dracula's castle.
7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?
A lot of my fics have very happy/sappy endings, but probably the most unabashedly happy one is Love Multiplying.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Fortunately I have gotten only a few snarky comments here and there; the comments are overwhelmingly positive.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Ugh, so much smut. One moment I'm minding my own business, the next moment I'm tearing my hair out trying to write yet another threesome without making it turn out confusing and/or incredibly goofy. My favorite smut is the kind that's the site for dealing with a lot of Big Feelings (even though those are the hardest to write), but I also write fluffy, not-very-serious scenes too.
10. Do you write crossovers?
I've written a few Dracula/Dorian Gray crossovers, which have been a lot of fun!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not for fanfiction, though I've done a fair amount of cowriting in the past on other kinds of writing projects.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
I have a lot of favorites, but Jonathan/Mina has got to be the top! I absolutely adore them as a couple, and more than that, their relationship is a non-negotiable backdrop of every Dracula fic I write. I just can't imagine splitting them up!
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?
I haven't officially given up hope on any of the many (many) fics sitting in my drafts folder, but time will tell. ;)
16. What are your writing strengths?
I feel like I'm pretty good at characterization, especially expanding on what we can glean from a character in canon.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plot! Plot is so hard for me— every time I write an even remotely plotty fic, I drive myself batty doing it.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I'll occasionally put in a word or phrase in a different language, but since I only speak one language, if there's an extended sequence in a different language I'll just italicize the words.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
On Ao3, Dracula, but my very first fic I ever wrote down was a Steven Universe fanfiction (that will never see the light of day). (If you count stories I made up but never wrote down, my first fandom was Disney's 1940 film Pinocchio— when I was a tiny child I remember making up a story about a girl who helped rescue all the boys-turned-donkeys from Pleasure Island. My first fix-it fic!)
20. Favorite fic you've written?
I think my favorite overall is Love Multiplying, just because writing it was such a journey and I poured so much love and care into it.
Tagging @yallemagne, @see-arcane and @0nelittlebirdtoldme in the lowest-possible-pressure sort of way. (You can also post it as an askbox meme if you don't want to answer all 20 questions.)
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Tagged by the lovely @finniestoncrane
15 Questions/15 Mutuals
Are you named after anyone? There was actually a split second that I was supposed to be name Francis after my great grandmother, but that was quickly shot down. Instead, my middle name is my grandfather's first name.
When was the last time you cried? A couple weeks ago? Idk, it was at like one in the morning, and I thought too hard about something and hurt my own feelings.
Do you have kids? No, I am very small, and they would eat my snacks.
Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, but only if I know you very well. I wouldn't subject a stranger to my twisted mind like that.
What’s the first thing you notice about people? Hair? Is that weird? Like if you have cool hair, I’m like !!!!
What’s your eye color? I've heard it described as steel blue, whatever that means.
Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending. If I'm watching a movie, it's to escape the mundane horrors of real life.
Any special talents? uh, I, um quilt? That's pretty lame, I know. I play the piano? Also lame. Oh! I can weld! That’s cool!!
Where were you born? A hospital west of the Mississippi, like many babies.
What are your hobbies? Drawing, painting, etc. Knitting, sewing, baking, gardening, but those are kinda lame. If I really need to get away from it all, I'll take a drive.
Do you have any pets? One enormous queen of a mastiff, and one sewer goblin of a terrier.
What sports do you play/have you played? I played a lot of softball when I was younger. Like a lot of softball. That and I did volleyball and gymnastics for a little while.
How tall are you? 5ft 5" Not an inch taller, not an inch shorter
Favorite subject in school? Science, anything having to do with science. Chemistry, biology, I took a course on forensic science. That scarred me.
Dream job? Leading a team of researchers on a mission to solve impossible biological problems. That or I just want to be Jonathan Crane.
As always, I did this way too late, but if you want to join in feel free!
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YET ANOTHER snippet of my spicy six zombie au, this time it's steddie's fic, the one that started it all<3 i'm hoping to start posting this series by the end of the week!! tw: mild sexual content
March 10th, 1986. Excerpt from the Hawkins Post.
Reports in Los Angeles of cannibalistic, brain-dead individuals attacking innocent civilians and transferring their unknown disease. Individuals look like they’re actively decaying and they’re typically sluggish but incredibly dangerous. Medical professionals do not understand how they are surviving with massive blood loss and in worse cases, missing organs. So far, it only seems to be in California and troops are being sent to handle them. No one knows how large these groups are or the most effective way to stabilize the threat.
Steve Harrington is a decently rational person. He wasn’t before the apocalypse. Definitely loved to jump to conclusions and make a huge mess of things before knowing all the details. Spoke and acted before thinking. But now, he’s learned to be more level-headed. He had to be in this environment.
He is one of six adults with a hoard of teenagers and one pre-teen that are all under their care. Having five other adults, (if you could even truly call them that seeing as Eddie is the only one actually in his twenties), is a relief sometimes. If one of them is panicking, there is at least another person who can jump in and be the voice of reason. Steve keeps his freakouts to a minimum nowadays. He’s private about them and there are only two people who ever see him crack. Robin and Eddie.
Steve Harrington’s libido, however, is not rational in the slightest. It’s no secret that Steve is head over heels for his boyfriend and Eddie shares the sentiment right back. They keep their PDA pretty PG around the others because the last thing someone wants to see when they’re actively fighting the end of the world is the two of them playing tonsil hockey. The two of them are rarely alone so they have to be creative with their sex life.
It’s not ideal. Steve longs for the days he spent with Eddie in bed in his suburban home, living off of kisses and sweet nothings. But it’s certainly not the worst thing happening to them on a day-to-day basis.
The issue is that Steve’s horny brain loves to kickstart at the absolute worst moments. And today, he only has one thing to blame: Eddie’s southern upbringing.
Eddie Munson grew up in various towns throughout the south, the longest being a small town in Texas from ages ten to fourteen. He started living with his Uncle Wayne full time his freshman year of high school and even Wayne had an Appalachian drawl to his voice despite being in Indiana.
It was safe to say that there was a certain way Eddie’s voice formulated from those environments. A decently thick Southern accent coated every word he spoke for a long time. After being teased for it in his teens, Eddie got better at hiding it. Learned to speak slower so he could hear what he was saying and tried to be more articulate. The accent would return whenever he was stressed, angry, or drunk.
Today, Eddie Munson is stressed. They’re all stressed. The party split up in the middle of the night because the abandoned shed that they found after a long day of migrating did not have enough room for everybody. Instead of continuing to hunt into the pitch-black night, Nancy suggested that she and Robin take the kids who were still awake enough to keep going while Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle took care of the ones that wanted to go to sleep. Those ended up being Dustin, Will, and Erica. It’s something they’ve done before with no problem.
The only promise is that they keep their walkies on and charged throughout the night in case something happens.
The other group’s walkies were not picking up. All of them split into the woods a few feet away from each other to try to page again and again but nothing came through. The adults shared a look that said “Don’t panic, don’t freak the kids out”. Eddie silently volunteered to gather them and gently tell them that they were out of range and just need to find which way they went. The kids looked a little freaked anyway but they agreed and started looking around the property for clues. Eddie headed back over to the other adult men and sighed loudly once they were out of earshot.
“Robin didn’t take the extra pack of batteries,” Jonathan said. “I fucking told her to‒”
“She must have forgotten them,” Steve said. “She wouldn’t just leave those behind.”
“Shit,” Eddie muttered. “Who knows how fucking far they could have gone?”
“Even though they were swearing up and down last night that they were fine, those other kiddos looked worn out too,” Argyle said. “They can’t be too far.”
“Alright,” Eddie clapped his hands together. “There’s a path in these woods that they probably took. I reckon we just follow that until one of those sons a bitches turns around for us. Steve and I will lead, rugrats in the middle, Argyle and Jon, y’all are the caboose. Capiche?”
“Caposh,” Argyle and Jonathan chorused.
“Great,” Eddie sighed. “C’mon Stevie.”
Steve blinked out of his little haze and took Eddie’s offered hand. He stumbled a bit as Eddie dragged him along, causing Eddie to look back at him with mild concern. Steve gave him a soft smile and a nod of his head, doing his best not to show the vile things popping into his head right now. Eddie raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but did crack a small smile despite the tension of the situation.
“We’re gonna find our pack and then discuss whatever the hell is knockin' around in that pretty head of yours, sugar,” Eddie whispered harshly into his ear. Did not help the problem at all, elevated it, in fact, but Steve kept himself steady with big draws of breath.
#hehehe<3 eddie being from the south like me my beloved#steve is so john wayne by lady gaga coded#emily writes#steve harrington/eddie munson#steddie#steddie fics#steddie ficlets#eddie munson#steve harrington
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Soft & sweet prompts: Scriddler + 'you're welcome to stay if you want' OR 'You remembered?' (whichever vibes with you the most)
When the Scarecrow crashes on his doorstep, the Riddler should have been a little bit more annoyed than he really is.
The man is surely resilient, that much he knows. They have been working against the Bat for God knows how long, but Jonathan Crane is especially good at taking a beating. They're quite similar in that way. Used to getting beaten up from chilhood, maybe.
He is bleeding, his not very attractive face swollen, lips split. His costume looks like a mess, all torn and bloodied while Jonathan struggles not to just lose consciousness and fall to the cold ground.
Edward should have asked. Why should he let them in, anyways? Still, he says nothing, not only because they have story, but because of many other feelings that Edward doesn't really want to analyze.
Jonathan's recovery is not that difficult. Luckily enough, he has no broken bones, which seems like a miracle given how swollen some parts of his body are. There are indeed some cuts that Edward sews dutifully, wounds that will surely become one of the myriad of scars that adorn his face.
He should find him disgusting, and yet...
Jonathan notices his stares, but he says nothing. He has always been good at that, at silence. It drives Edward mad.
He never complains, never even hisses when Edward helps him with his wounds. He just keeps looking at him, more and more, something unsaid between them. A tension to be broken. Neither of them takes the first step, almost as if evaluating the other, as if trying to discern what the other is thinking.
Edward hates it when people act as if they understood him, but... a part of him know that Jonathan does.
"Are you going to keep looking at me like that?"
Jonathan snorts, like Edward's saying the funniest thing.
"Says the one who has been looking at my face for weeks."
Edward groans, deeply annoyed.
"I shouldn't have to look if you didn't always wear that burlap of yours."
It's not a lie. Edward doesn't say the whole truth, though. He can't.
Jonathan rolls his irradiated eyes, those that Edward finds so fascinating, that make his eyes so, so inhuman and yet so goddamn passionate when he is looking at something he likes. Edward knows a lot about that last part.
"I think I'm feeling a little better," Jonathan starts, his voice a little softer than usual. He speaks slowly, as if testing the waters. "Maybe I should get going, to my own place."
His own place, as Jonathan calls it, is just a small cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere. No TV, no heater, nothing. Edward sighs just by thinking about it.
He cannot believe his words when he speaks next.
"You're welcome to stay, if you want."
Jonathan's surprised eyes are on him again, Edward's kindness being shocking to him. Maybe... maybe not kindness, since he is also asking him out of his own selfish reasons.
Selfish, so so selfish, sighing deeply when Jonathan finally kisses him, uneven teeth biting his lower lip. Like they have been wanting to for who knows how long.
"Took you long enough," Edward murmurs, an unsincere complaint. Jonathan scoffs against his skin and kisses him again.
#scriddler#my stuff#answered#dc#jonathan crane#scarecrow#edward nigma#edward nygma#edward nashton#riddler#riddlecrow
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The Haunted Forest Collective!
Heeeyyy we are the Haunted Forest collective. We are a complex DID system(questioning HC) of 1000+ alters. We use He/it/they/rot collectively.
Alters you'll see often
Tommy- Host, 16, he/they/sun
Cryptid- Host[And subsys host], 16, He/it/xey/rot/she
Simon- Host and protector, 22, He/him
Estelle- Host and soother, 15-17, She/they/it/star
Chara and Frisk- Protectors and soothers, 14-18, They/it/flower/bloom (Always front together)
Jon- Co-host and archivist, 39, He/they
Victor- Host and persecutor, 26, He/it/rot/gore/blood
Rev [Or Radio, hes a double of Rev]- Persecutor and protector, 27, He/it/boom
BYI!!!!
We are bodily a minor. We do not interact with those over 25[few exceptions] or under 13 for comfort reasons.
We support mspec attraction, conflicting gender, etc. Do what you want forever [We have really complex genders and attraction that ties in heavily with our trauma. If you need an explanation, we can give it, but its heavy]
WE DO NOT PARTICIPATE IN SYSCOURSE. PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO GET US TO.
DNI:
Pro-contact paraphiles, people who believe source equates to who you are, people who judge based on source alone, people who play trauma olympics, etc etc etc. Basically don't be a dick or a creep
MORE INFO ABT ALTERS BELOW!
Tommy: One of the "cores" (Cryptid is the other) Transmasc and mlm. Introject of Tommyinnit (C! and CC!), likes spring and summer, a fairly sunshine-y person (Though does enjoy things like dark cottagecore n shit)
Cryptid: The other core, host of the Cryptic subsystem (I'll make an intro for us after this -cryptid) Girlboy fagdyke he's every gender and no gender and loves em all in a queer way. Slight introject of revivebur (dsmp) after fusing. Resident punk
Simon: Split back in June 2023 or so as a fragment, fully formed in September. Transmasc mlm. Cry of Fear introject (Slight deviation from source, I ended up being able to use my legs a bit and made it about 3 years after the events before ultimately yknow) I'm scenemo
Estelle(Also known as Cassiopeia): Split February 2023. Transfem and pansexual. Songtive of Misery Meat and Gretel. loves everything space
Chara and Frisk: Split back in 2017 around the same time. Both are non binary aroaceflux. Introjects from Undertake(Frisk is partially from Flowerfell)
Jon: Split in 2022. Transmasc greyace bisexual. Introject of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. Fucking book nerd
Victor: Unknown split date, theorized that he's many fragments in one. Goreboy mlm. Brain made. Enjoys very few things, but those things include: His husband, Estelle(His daughter), cooking (meat specifically), protecting, and rabbits.
Rev: Split August 2022. Bisexual (Male preference) (more like slime preference /ij -Tommy). Introject of c!Wilbur, very canon compliant and source connected. bro fucking loves his cigarettes and explosives
Radio: Split sometime in April?? 2023. Loves slime. That's his sexual orientation. He's also transmasc woaaahh. Same info as Rev
Any alters not added may make intro posts or not! If u have questions or think we r cool, go ahead and message us or shoot us an ask!!!!!
THAT'S ALLLLL BYEEE
-Made by Tommy and Simon
#hauntedforest.txt#tommy.txt#cryptid.txt#simon.txt#estelle.txt#Chara.txt#Frisk.txt#jon.txt#victor.txt#rev.txt#radio.txt#polyfrag system#actually polyfrag#did system#traumagenic system#system intro
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JJBA Stardust Crusaders Ep. 25-29 Thoughts
Aka I ramble on about the N'Doul episodes and some manga differences.
Ep 25 is the start of the second half of SDC. I have been a bit slow so far so I've decided to pick up speed. It's gonna take me 2 months to finish the anime otherwise. I've watched episodes 25 to 33 but I have some extra things to say today, I'm gonna split the post in two.
First of all, the opening. It starts off all mysteries but then the rest of the song is like the first one. It even has Star Platinum's ORA ORA's in it. My favourite part is the start and the sequence with the white lines in it.
Ep. 25-26 (N'Doul)
There is a dog. The dog has a stand, The Fool. To be fair, he is a really anthropomorphized dog, way smarter than the actual thing. They kind of have to do this if he is gonna be part of the team with a stand and all. (Jotaro smiling while Iggy is biting Polnareff's face off was pretty funny. Mr. Emotionless over here thinks this is hilarious.)
It's honestly a crime that N'doul shows up for only two episodes. His design, abilities and personality is sick as hell to me. My fave DIO goon, maybe? Most of the time stands are way more interesting then the goon using 'em. Basic bitch pick, I know. Sometimes things are popular for though.
^ Kakyoin being a piece of shit here was pretty funny. They were arguing so much that N'Doul could sense them. Good work guys.
Episode goes from 1 to 11 real quick when N'Doul slashes Kakyoin's eyes. And he passes out from the shock. Kakyoin getting hurt to show how dangerous the new threat happens a lot, but it seems actually serious this time. I don't think Araki is bold enough to make him lose his eyes for real, but It'd be really interesting development if he did. I'm just saying.
Advol says "No, that's wrong" He says the thing! Guys!!! He also gets his neck cut too ig lol. I'm sure he'll be fine.
Jotaro uses the secret Joestar technique of running the fuck away (to divert attention away from the people he cares about). Classic. He makes sure to grab Iggy on the way.
^ Jokes aside, I thought Jotaro throwing Iggy to not get hit by Geb was really smart. It makes so much sense but I couldn't think of it at all.
I know Iggy is just a dog, he didn't ask for this yada yada I don't care, if the bastard didn't wanna get thrown at 20 mph he shouldn't look so goddamn puntable. Every time I look at him I am filled with rage. I want to kick him like football.
Okay but for real, Iggy is gonna be a hard sell for me. I don't like small dogs but I dislike fart jokes even more, which he unfortunately delivers in spades. I know part 3 has a lot of piss shit and fart jokes in it but Iggy isn't helping!!
Okay the stand-off between Jotaro and N'Doul was excellent. The animation, the soundtrack and the sound design worked really well. And then Star Platinum going HUUUUAAAHHHH
If you didn't think Dio wasn't building a cult before, you'll surely do now. Even Jotaro comments on it. Cults give people a purpose and answers, so...
I do feel a lil bit bad for him. Dio finds the most isolated and depressed people to use them, letting them depend on him. As much as I've been trying to avoid them I get recommended jojos when I search for clips. N'Doul's line "I do not fear death. Just as long as [Dio] doesn't abandon and murder me himself." in one of the games puts it plainly.
It's hard to wrap your head around Dio being charismatic but when you hear his interactions with them it becomes obvious. He acts like he cares for them, whether that's genuine or on is up in the air. Considering everything in Phantom Blood, how much it took for Dio to finally respect Jonathan, I'm inclined to say no? He was definitely meant to be a pure evil Disney villain type of character there. SDC might shake things up, who knows.
Overall, these episodes are great. They have a lil bit of everything I like. Part 1 doesn't feel boring compared to part 2, unlike some other two parters. Not to mention the music picks.
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Now, onto something I wanna talk about. I was sort of going thru the manga pages for the last few episodes and,
This line of Jotaro is given to Advol in the anime. And he is less stressed about it. (I know characters get major injuries only to be fine the next episode but like, Kakyoin losing his eyes is a big development. He doesn't show for the next 13 episodes after this.)
^ Too tired to change the lines.
Also, in the anime, It is Advol who holds Kakyoin. (Polnareff holding Joseph isn't in either.) Instead, Jotaro hangs with one hand while the other is casually in his pocket. Which is absolutely hilarious. And shows how anime and manga to treats his character.
I know people arguing over manga and anime Jotaro is -a whole thing- I would hear stuff about it while Stone Ocean anime was still releasing. I will think about this a lot more if I actually read the whole thing. Just talking about these two episodes here.
In the anime, Jotaro needs to look cool all the time always. I assume what they were going for was to make him more stoic so that when his cool guy persona (and it is a persona) starts slipping it has more impact. But the changes made seem kind of random. They changed some stuff in this episode but they have kept the Anubis one largely the same. He is not as agitated there but he is still on the back foot.
He is losing control in this episode. The only reason they made it out alive was because The Fool just happened to be able to fly, he was basically fucked before then. Him looking panicked at Kakyoin losing his eyes also makes sense. He can't do anything about the situation, so naturally, his stoic demeanor starts to dissipate for a while. Kakyoin and Advol has put him on a timer.
I don't think the difference between manga and anime Jotaro is that big but it is notable. I dunno. I would prefer Jotaro breaking the cool mask too much rather than basically never.
Another tidbit is, Star Platinum smiles in the manga way more. And I'm gonna be honest I prefer the anime in this. It goes back to the "Having it less makes the times where it does show up more impactful." thing. So, it can definitely be done in a good way.
Ep. 27 (Oingo Boingo Brothers)
One thing I found strange is how the English dub and sub treats the brothers' names. They normally call themselves.Oingo Boingo Brothers. The English sub calls them Zenyatta Monetta Brothers. The dub straight up doesn't mention their name at all.
Weirdly enough, the the other subs do call them Oingo Boingo Brothers. Is it a cultural thing, or a copyright one? I don't know.
I don't have much to say about this episode. So I'm gonna take the opportunity to talk about Kakyoin instead :D
^ This is from the next episode but there isn't much I can use.
I mentioned before how I thought it would be interesting to blind him. You never see legally blind characters in action stuff, unless they have an ability that let's them sense the environment. Like Toph or N'Doul himself. It's a pain to fight blind, it turns out.
Kakyoin should have a way to see, through the humanoid stand Green Heirophant (unless him being blinded makes Heirophant blind also). Like, It would have been really draining. Summoning the stand is a lot but also the chronic pain from his injury, but he could do it. He could use the eyes for battle situations, or Joseph could have SPW bring him technology that could help him in some way. I'm not gonna call this a missed opportunity, I can see why didn't go with that.
I'm guessing Araki wanted to shrink the cast for a while, like with Advol's "death". 5 man band casts are nice but it can be hard to work with 5 people all the time. Cast is divided again with Polnareff-Jotaro and Advol-Joseph. I went in to check when Kakyoin shows up again (grazing thru the manga) and he is not in the show for 13 episodes, excluding 2 scenes. That's more than quarter of the whole runtime. Advol was away for 9 episodes, and he was suppose to be dead.
I'm a bit conflicted on this, shrinking the cast builds relationships between the characters more in depth and it allows for new and interesting storylines. But at the same time, that's a lot of episodes. I just really like both Advol and Kakyoin, man.
Ep. 28-29 (Anubis)
FINALLY Some swordfighting scenes.
Polnareff goes off on his own, again. He comes across a stand user and gets almost killed, again. Yet he keeps going off on his own anyway. Never change king.
Anubis' shtick is that it's a stand with no user, that gets more powerful the more you fight it. It's like Nasus but way cooler. Not that that's a high bar to pass, anything is cooler than farming stacks for 20 minutes. I don't know where Anubis getting stronger with time comes from, since Nasus also has this It's probably part of the mythology. I know absolutely nothing about that though.
Anubis themselves is also a fun villain. Funny man with funny voice. Their design is the opposite of unique but it works for me. I like that him possessing the kid gives him lipstick.
Going back to Polnareff, I think people forget how powerful he is sometimes. When it comes to power and speed, only one stronger than Chariot in the group is Star Platinum. And Star Platinum is op as hell.
Jotaro vs Anubis drives that point even further, Jotaro is not even sure he can win against Polnareff with Anubis' speed added to the equation. The whole fight is just Jotaro sweating bullets thinking "Shit shit shit shit sh
When he does finally win, he says "What were you saying? You were gonna tear me into shreds?" while Star Platinum puts his hand like this. Just. I love it.
^ Compilation of Jotaro faces for this episode.
Overall, Anubis episodes were pretty nice. I think the Alessi epsiodes do a better job building Jotaro and Polnareff's dynamic though.
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EEEE THAT DRAWING OF JONATHAN WITH A BUNCH OF MINI SPEEDWAGONS 😭 Imagine if like, he was hit by a stand that split him apart into multiple miniature copies and each mini-wagon exaggerates one aspect of his personality, so there's the dramatic one, the brave one, the scaredy one, the aggressive one, the loyal one, the affectionate one, and so on 😂
((in reference to this post))
I'm digging this so much OMG.
The dramatic one.... every single thing he does Has To Be Overly Dramatic and for some reason that would be very funny (to me, at least xd). He's also very loud.
The brave and fearless would be all over the top, too. Way too reckless, too. Definitely the "what are you gonna do? STAB ME???" kind of little guy. He's often climbing on top of things he shouldn't be climbed and so on. Similar to a cat, basically, lol
There's also the one that keeps stealing stuff and causing mischief. Always keep an eye on him!
Can't really say I see a "scaredy" Speeb, at least not in the sense part of the fandom mistakenly assumes, since the instances where we see og Speedwagon scared is when there are actual and massive threats (which is basically something everyone shows at some point, including human Dio when he faced the drunkard-turned-vampire, ie.). Add to that that Speedwagon is a regular human fighting actual supernatural and bloodthirsty creatures using only his wits and insane brute force, and that kinda shows that what some people consider a "scaredy" side is not precisely "scaredy" at all. In this sense, I think he'd have a "scaredy" side like pretty much every other JJBA character would but, even in this exaggerated form, it would be far from the "crybaby, soft, scared shitless boy uwu" the fandom sometimes wrongly pin on og Speebs, and would most likely only be triggered by supernatural threats, if that makes sense??
The aggressive one is probably more on the "Ogre Street" side, feral and basically a bit of a glimpse to what his enemies in Ogre Street saw when they faced him, or during one of those "not-so-voluntary interrogatories" that his gang may or may not subject their rivals/enemies to when they need a little information. I keep imagining this mini Speeb threatening others with anything and everything he can use as a weapon (though he himself has a tiny knife and other weapons on him at all times), and this probably includes Jonathan to an extent. I think Jona would find that amusing in a way, because it's like a small throwback to their first encounter in some way. Much less threatening this time too since, despite cheeb Speeb being aggressive, his aggressiveness never reaches dangerous levels towards Jonathan (plus, smol Speeb is...well, small lol), so smol Speeb probably just keeps biting Jojo every chance he gets. Sometimes hard enough to draw an "Ow!" from Jona every now and then, but never hard enough to draw blood or cause actual harm.
On the other hand, affectionate Speebs is always by Jonathan's side (or at least as much as he possibly can), nuzzling him, cuddling with him, offering encouraging words every time Jonathan needs them, playing with Jojo's hair, helping him around with anything and everything, bringing him small gifts and things he thinks Jojo might like, and just... basically letting Jonathan know how much he loves him all the time. Considering how deprived of affection Jonathan has been for the past 7 years in PB's timeline, I'd say he'd greatly appreciate all this.
The loyal one is similar overall to the affectionate, with the difference that he focuses more on throwing hands and defending Jonathan if he has to. So I guess it would be safe to think he'd be a bit of a mix between affectionate Speeb and his fearless side, as he doesn't mind putting his life on the line to ensure the safety and wellbeing of his Jojo. All with a pinch of Aggressive!Speeb whenever is needed, of course!
#that pic has been living in my mind rent free for years ngl#the smol speeb showing his tummy... or the one with the cane and the cast...#boss speeb with his little match....#SMALL SPEEB HUGGING AND NUZZLING JONATHAN AND CRYING HAPPY TEARS OMG#all of them are so insanely cute i just GRAAAAHH#jjba#speedwagon#speedguapo#jonathan joestar#jonawagon#speedjona#jonaspeed#speedstar
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i do however think that jonathan eventually bonds with them (i mean, evidently so since he and mina name their child after all of them and i doubt he'd agree to that otherwise). of course he expects them to stay in touch with mina after the whole ordeal is over, she was everyone's favorite, no shit, but during that time jonathan himself would grow closer to everyone else too. both because he gets to interact with them in a non-vampire hunting constantly working life threatening scenario that does Not consume him wholly and prevent him from perceiving anyone around him, but also because they also realize that huh okay turns out jonathan has not been in his default setting this entire time and he's a completely likeable and approachable guy when he's not in intense murder work mode. plus they've been through like,,,severely traumatic events together so either way the whole group's just kinda glued to each other, even if jonathan never got full on chummy bud pal with them he knows that they're his people now, he's not just there as mina's husband.
i also like to think he'd have one of those Random Ass 3 am deep conversations slash therapy sessions slash bonding moments with quincey a little right before the end. but that's completely and unashamedly just because it makes the end Even sadder and i love to give my favorite characters pain. which would be even sadder considering all that because that would make quincey the first one out of the group that jonathan kind of warmed up to and felt connected to. and then like a day later he'd have to watch him d
im extremely sorry for this the anonymity of these asks gives me too many rambling tendencies and makes the angst gears turn.
OKAY. GOD. ONE DAY YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HAVE TO STOP ASKING QUESTIOns-- ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ
so the anonymity is the cause huh? hmmmmm
tiny callout "i doubt he'd agree to that otherwise" oh honey. Do you think he'd say no to Mina wanting to name their child (the one she birthed) after her best friends? Especially the friend who died to save her life just like he promised? I don't think Jono would deny her that, even if he never got closer to the others... ever.
Dunno how you'd have VH and Jonathan bond, and yet I wrote it into my fanfic. But well, that comfort scene required rewriting their entire meeting from the book. I had to change the focal point of the scene from being all about praising Mina in order to have these two interact on a greater-than-surface level. Yeah, I feel like this relationship's probably bunk in canon. "oh yeah, that's my wife's sexist adoptive father who actively endangered her life every chance he got. I still don't look him in the eyes come Christmas time."
Guys, the more you ask me about this the more aggressive against Van Helsing I get. I'm not trying to hate on him but you just keep reminding me he's a fucker.
I think there's potential for Jonathan and Arthur to develop a closer relationship post-novel. If Arthur's keeping to his word and being a proper brother to Mina, he's sure gonna be in both of their lives. They even got a headstart being stuck together on a boat. He's also just very weepy. It's so much easier to trust a man who allows himself to cry.
Meanwhile, if Jack stays at the asylum, I never see Jonathan opening up to him. Jonathan's a working middle-class man with sooo much baggage, confiding in a man who owns an asylum feels too much like selling yourself out to the cops. Jonathan gets to be a bit wary there. Who will defend him if Jack thinks he needs to be locked up? Mina, of course! But their team has gone against Mina in the past. Hopefully, Jack gets a new job.
Jonathan and Quincey having a heart-to-heart before they all split up... yeah sure. And I can even believe Jonathan not recording it if, say, during the conversation, he let slip that he did not intend to outlive Mina, no matter what needed to be done to prevent such an occurrence. But that comradery is taken to Quincey's grave.
There's also just the issue of what does Jonathan have in common with any of these men? 'Cause that's a big part of actively being friends with someone as opposed to acquaintances: shared interests and hobbies. What shared interests and hobbies do the Suitors have amongst themselves? Camping, hunting,,, gay sex. What do they share with Jonathan? Mina... maybe also gay sex but that's something you work UP to when you're trying to establish a long-lasting relationship.
Like, none of them like to write. And Jonathan is a poor city boy. His experience with roughing it out in the wilderness was very traumatic. I feel like if he ever does bond with the boys? It's gonna be hard. Really fucking hard on his mental state. Because he'll have to stretch himself thin doing stuff they're interested in and watching as they have fun together while he blends into the background. I know that because that's the story of my damn life. It's not enough to know rationally that people are trying to make you feel included because the very fact that it isn't working is enough to make you want to curl into a ball and ask to be sent home.
#am i projecting too much anger at VH onto Jonathan#of course i am- there's the door if that's an issue#update#people ask me things#jonathan harker#dracula daily#dracula
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