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eyesfullofsttars · 1 month

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☆ obsessed with the idea of ellie & abby being mothers

synopsis: a few headcanons of abigail and ellie being mothers, from the way they raise the baby to the smallest details!!!

notes: hiii!!! i've just been thinking about these two being mothers for the past few days and this came up—sorry if it's simple or too dumb. (don't take it too seriously pls)

I'm still not sure whether they would prefer having a girl or a boy. It seems it wouldn't matter much to them, as they would raise the baby the same way regardless. However, these two are mothers of a boy!!!

They speak to their baby as though he were a responsible adult who understands everything perfectly and frown when someone uses a high-pitched voice or baby talk.

Abby is the one who always gets up in the middle of the night if the baby cries. She automatically wakes up and goes to see what's wrong with her son.

Meanwhile, Ellie doesn't wake up at night, but she reads a dinosaur book to the baby before bed, tucks him in, and gives him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

Ellie is enthusiastic about her baby, playing energetically and carefree, tickling him, putting him on her shoulders, and playing with his hands. She's proud of her baby and believes he's the best.

Abby is not so calm, paying attention to her son's safety. She comes from a family of doctors —she's a doctor herself— and watches Ellie carefully whenever she holds the baby. Abby feels the need to keep her son close at all times, either in her strong arms or on her lap, playfully touching his nose or gently stroking his hair.

Ellie can spend hours watching Abby take a nap with their baby. She sees Abby sitting on the couch with the baby on her lap, cuddled against her chest and holding her shirt tightly with his small hand, afraid of losing contact. They breathe softly, calmly together, which Ellie finds adorable — making her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

At first, Abby worried about seeing Ellie handle the baby so lightly, but she has become accustomed to Ellie's relaxed attitude. Abby watches carefully to avoid accidents, but one of her favorite things is listening to her baby and Els laugh together at something silly Ellie does, causing Abby to laugh too.

Abby "I want to name our son after a writer" Anderson versus Ellie "Let's name our son after a constellation" Williams — Els won!

Ellie helps her son learn to speak by playing her guitar, singing songs about letters, animals, and the names of family and friends.

Abby cheers and celebrates every time she sees the baby trying to stand, keeping his balance by holding onto the couch. She's proud of her little prodigy and also believes her baby is the best.

Ellie lets her son trace the lines of her tattoo and even color the spaces with markers. She accepts without complaint, extending her arm for her child to do his art.

Abby lets her son comb her hair. She loosens her blonde hair and trusts her baby's hands as he tries to comb her long hair, clumsily attempting a braid but failing.

Ellie can't help but swear in front of the baby, as she hasn't managed to change her language yet. She often ends up letting out a curse word, especially when the baby does something that excites her.

She might say something like, “Fuck yeah, you're so intelligent, kiddo!” Or, whenever the baby cries for no reason, Ellie will get completely flustered and not know what to do, like, “What the hell do you want from me, dude? I can't help you if you don't tell me!”

On the other hand, Abby doesn't see the appeal in swearing in front of their son. So, whenever a curse word slips out of Ellie's mouth, Abby quickly exclaims; “Language, Williams!”

No matter where she is in the house, she can always hear Ellie swearing, which ends with Ellie responding with something like, “Fuck, sorry, babe. Shit, right, sorry, buddy. It just comes out like verbal vomit; I can't control it.”

Every time a rock song plays, Ellie can't help but do headbanging, and her son joins her in the fun. Both end up in the kitchen, energetically moving their heads to the music and dancing around.

For every special occasion, such as Valentine's Day, birthdays, or even Easter, Abby doesn't hesitate to buy flowers for Ellie and her son.

Both understand their child perfectly. The child might babble something unintelligible, but they simply nod, comprehending every word.

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invisible-pink-toast · 12 days

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Is Misty a serial killer?

"I’m grateful, okay? I really am very grateful that your hobby seems to be figuring out how to be the perfect serial killer." "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

Misty is such a fascinating character. We know that since they were rescued, she's become a nurse/carer at a nursing home, that she's a prominent member of the Citizen Detective group, that she loves her bird Caligula and is training him, that she's gone on a lot of unsuccessful dates, and that she's kept tabs on all the surviving Yellowjackets.

But none of this explains the murder dungeon set up in her basement...

For context, Misty's had a fascination with medicine and healing since before the crash, taking the Red Cross babysitter's first aid course twice, but it's after the crash that she realises how useful this skill is in making her needed and letting her be in control.

It gives her power over people.

Her feeling appreciated for the first time in her life and feeling like she has a position of power in the group leads to her destroying the black box when she finds it. I'm not sure if she just meant to delay the rescue to give herself more time to shine, or whether she meant to trap everyone in the middle of nowhere permanently.

Even if her plan was just to delay, Ben is in a critical state, and everyone is injured and vulnerable to infection and exposure, not to mention their lack of supplies (Misty has no knowledge of the lake or cabin at this point). Either way it shows a complete disregard for others lives right from the get go.

Misty doesn't know much about herbs and plants when they're first in the wilderness, Akilah is the most knowledgeable from her time in the girl scouts. But Misty obviously pays attention, and she gathers plants into a binder that she secretly hides in the woods.

In her binder there is also a book on medicinal plants. As pointed out in this reddit thread, it looks faded, has no hole punches for the binder, and there's no reason Misty would have this with her in the crash. It's likely a book from the cabin. Instead of having it available for everyone, Misty has hidden the book so that only She has the knowledge - she's the one with the power, she's the most useful, and she appears to just know this information.

The plants in the binder include the ones that make you sick and hallucinate - you can see the 'vomiting' label! And this is not to know what to avoid, she gathers enough to use - which she does! It's completely premeditated.

Misty's eager to control Ben and poisons him when he appears to reject her advances. When she thinks she has a chance with him at Doomcoming she excitedly goes to drug him into a state of compliance. Her plan is ruined before she can attempt it (though I doubt Ben would've ever accepted another tea from Misty lmao) when Mari adds the shrooms to their stew. Misty knows that Everyone is going to be drugged and there will be consequences - but she says nothing and even has the stew herself in order to try and appear innocent. So she knows it's not something someone's supposed to be doing but does it anyway for her own gain.

"You poisoned me! Why?" "That's a very strong word. I wouldn't-"

Chronologically, the first death that Misty directly causes is Kristin's.

Misty threatens to kill her if the other girl reveals her secret (destroying the black box) and backs Kristin up against the cliff. When Kristin steps back, she falls to her death.

I truly don't think Misty meant to kill Kristin here. I think she was 100% capable of it, but her actual death was an accident. Misty panicked and was trying to gain control of the situation. Misty is in shock after Kristin falls off the cliff, she's devastated and climbs down and does CPR to try and save Kristin. Absolutely not a death she meant to occur, but despite her grief, Kristin's death does solve a problem for Misty.

Something that she'll remember going forwards.

The next death Misty is (at least partly) responsible for is Javi's. Misty is the one who relays Lottie's wish to be used as food if she dies, this causes the group to decide to sacrifice someone in Lottie's place. Natalie draws the card, Travis and Javi help her escape, but when Javi falls into the icy lake, Misty is the one to pull Natalie back from helping him and make it clear that it is Natalie or Javi's life and he is already drowning.

Misty also has complicated reactions to death. She immediately covers up Kristin's death with the blizzard, knowing that she'll be blamed if anyone discovers she fell from the cliff. But she's also panicked and upset and berating herself. She makes justifications for Javi's death and looks way too intrigued when Travis bites into the heart. But in contrast - Misty's devastated when the baby dies, and she actually convinces Ben not to commit suicide because "I can't have another death on my hands"

Yet Misty is also enamoured with violence - looking positively gleeful as Shauna nearly beats Lottie to death and grinning after they feast on Pit Girl.

At this point this is as much as we've seen of Misty in the '96 timeline but it's... troubling. Especially considering what she's like in 2021.

Misty's become a nurse, working in an aged care facility, where she can play God and have control over people's lives again without any real oversight.

But none of this makes her a potential serial killer. What does is:

1) Her basement.

Misty kidnaps Jessica (we'll get into that) but she already has a basement set up for this exact need. A bed, TV and kitchen facility in a basement isn't usually suspicious - but we know that Misty has ZERO guests staying (willingly) with her, the basement only locks from the outside, it's already set up with restraints on the bed (potentially just kinky but given the context more murdery), a wheelchair that someone can be easily handcuffed to, duct tape, etc.

There's also other details that show that... this is not the first time Misty has done this. She gives Jessica plastic cutlery like what a child would use (unlike the metal cutlery Natalie uses to stab Lisa and escape when she's kidnapped and chained to a bed). Misty wears gloves and a full jumpsuit to conceal her DNA and a pair of work boots that are clearly for this purpose only.

Even knowing that Misty is a researcher, is fascinated by true crime and is a citizen detective, there's just too many details in the set up for this to be a one off thing and first time success.

2) Misty's knowledge, supply of, and willingness to use drugs.

Misty kidnaps Jessica in about ten seconds. She's convinced Jessica to willingly get into her car to discuss what they talked about on the phone, and without a word Misty stabs her in the thigh with a syringe and knocks her out. Then Misty drives away with a smile. hm.

After discovering that Jessica will be harder to crack then Misty thought, she's perfectly willing to... murder Jessica's father. By lacing chocolates with a deadly drug and sending them to the guy from his daughter. Misty even gets his nurse to agree to deliver them personally sjdlk;fhaskl;dfh holy shit??

Drugs are Misty's weapon of choice. It's another thing that gives her power over people. She laces Jessica's cigarettes, murdering her, when Lisa shows up with a shotgun to try and get all the masked armed people away from Lottie, Misty's first instinct is to kill the girl. The only reason she doesn't succeed is that Natalie covers Lisa and sacrifices herself.

So in the adult timeline - that's one straight up murder (Jessica), two attempted murders (Lisa and Jessica's father), and one accidental-ish killing (Natalie). All with drugs.

3) Misty's manipulation and lack of boundaries

Not as big of a reason as some of the others, but important to consider overall. Misty has no boundaries with other people, and uses her skills against everyone around her, whether she thinks of them as a friend, foe, or a complete stranger.

She keeps tabs on the other survivors, including Travis, who changed his name and disappeared. She's disappointed in herself for not knowing Lottie was back from Switzerland.

She tampers with her own car to guilt her date into driving her home, then guilts him into coming inside by crying that he doesn't think she's pretty.

She tampers with Natalie's car in order to force Natalie into going with her to find Travis.

She texts Kevyn Tan pretending to be Natalie and starts up a relationship with him (i mean acab but still bad from natalie's perspective)

She puts a hidden camera in Natalie's room in order to spy on her, listening in on her conversations and watching her have sex (girl come on.)

To threaten Jessica, Misty finds out the aged care facility her father is in, who his nurse is, and using a fake name has a lengthy conversation with the nurse to find out as much information as she can.

Misty does a whole background check on the random motel employee in order to threaten / blackmail him into helping her.

Not to mention all the ways Misty abuses the residents in her care at her job.

4) She knows exactly how to get rid of a body

She's so flattered I just-

Once again, because she's a Citizen Detective and loves true crime I can see her knowing a fair bit about this. Like the 'fun fact' that 12% of killers are caught buying cleaning supplies. Why she knows exactly what brand of bleach is best to clean up a murder because "regular bleach leaves behind hemoglobin for the luminol tests" is not something anyone who has not cleaned up a murder scene would know. Also she knows exactly what to steal from her work to clean up a murder scene and dump a body on short notice...

A lot of things that Misty still uses are things that she learnt in the wilderness - the drugs, the manipulation, etc. Cleaning was not a part of the wilderness. This and her murder basement are things she has learnt over time since they've been back.

She's also so upbeat?? All of the survivors have dealt with bodies, but for most of them it's been a while and they're all pretty shaken when getting rid of the evidence of Adam's murder. Misty is practically glowing - but given that her 'friends' need her and that she's in charge, that tracks for her character.

So after all this, there's still the question:

Is Misty a serial killer?

Honestly? Yeah, probably. She has far too many resources and techniques and is just far too comfortable with murder and cleaning up afterwards to have not killed at least a few people that we don't know about. A serial killer is someone who has murdered at least three people over a period of time. I'm thinking Misty qualifies.

Then there's the question of why?

Misty thinks of herself as a hero. The underdog who's protecting her friends, especially Natalie. She's doing what needs to be done when the others aren't able to.

And it's the phrasing of the quote above that really gets me. The 2021 timeline in both season 1 and 2 takes place over only a couple of weeks. The bulk of it - from Jessica's kidnapping and the blackmail to ending up in Lottie's compound - happens over about two weeks.

In that two weeks, Misty has (according to herself) taken care of things such as: helping Natalie find answers on Travis' death, stopped Natalie from relapsing, killed Jessica and neutralised a potential threat, helped the others cover up Adam's murder & tracked Natalie down after her kidnapping.

Only they really didn't find answers on Travis' death, Adam's murder was not covered up and Shauna is being investigated, and Natalie stayed willingly with Lottie. The other two are highly debatable.

So Misty did not take care of things. Also, "always" is a strong way to phrase a two week period. Considering she hasn't seen the other survivors in years.

So is Misty... not talking about that two week period? Is she talking about before?

The Yellowjackets and their survival have been public speculation since their rescue. Jessica pretending to be a reporter and poking around for a story is not shocking to any of them. But no official story has ever come out. Maybe Misty has been "taking care" of any potential leaks.

Has anyone checked in with the author of 'Skin in the Game' i'm just saying

She already has the basement set up for interrogation. She already has the drugs on hand to make a murder look like an overdose. She would rather kill someone then deal with the consequences of them living. Take Jessica, or the fact that Misty used a lethal drug (probably the fentanyl) when attacking Lisa, when she could have easily used some sort of tranquilliser.

There's also the fact that she just enjoys having power over other people. She enjoys violence.

Some theories:

There's Stan, the guy she went on a date with in 1x02. It's obvious the date is going terribly. Misty is trying way too hard and he's not into her but she keeps pushing. That is in character, and maybe they're just trying to set Misty up as being desperate. But also... the guy is kind of a loser. He's just been fired, he tries to ditch the date at 6PM, he's even more awkward then Misty. But she still messes with her car so he has to give her a ride home. She still manipulates him into coming inside.

Why? Why does she want this guy in her house? To try to convince him to have sex with her? She doesn't really seem that into him either. And once Natalie turns up Misty could care less about the guy.

Maybe Misty was looking to use her murder basement. This guy just lost his job, if he disappeared would anyone notice right away? If he turned up a week later, dead of an apparent overdose, would anyone suspect anything? Misty sees herself as being noble, when she kidnaps Jessica she taunts her saying "good night, sleep tight, don't let the fact that you're a terrible person keep you up tonight". Stan was a jerk, so would Misty justify her actions to herself because of that?

Then there's Walter. He knows more about Misty then he's letting on. He may have found her on the citizen detective boards, but even with his odd behaviour, this doesn't explain his borderline obsession with her. When covering up Adam's murder, he's also covering Jessica's. How does he know about Jessica or that her murder relates to Misty? He's very into true crime - has he tracked Misty down because he's linked her to several suspicious deaths? It clearly doesn't bother him, it actually seems to be something that endears her to him, but it supports the serial killer theory. Also hilarious that he thinks her being a surviving Yellowjacket is the least interesting thing about her and... he's right actually jsldkfhsaldhfas;hf

At the end of the day, Misty Quigley is a fantastic and fascinating character and I can't wait to see where her story goes. I would love for this theory to be true, but either way I'm sure Misty will be as entertaining as ever.

"I know when you look at me, you don't see someone you should be afraid of, but, uh... you're wrong."

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queenshelby · 18 days

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An Illicit Affair

Part 40: 11 March 2024

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

"Get off of my daughter!" he growled, and Cillian immediately pulled away, quickly getting off of the bed.

Your heart was racing as you looked at your father, standing in the doorway with a murderous expression on his face.

"Dad, it's not what it looks like!" you protested, scrambling to cover yourself up with the bedsheets.

But your father wasn't listening, he was too angry and too hurt to hear anything you had to say.

"Get out," he told Cillian, his voice low and dangerous. "I told you to keep your hands off her and -," your father began to say as Cillian backed away from you, which is when you interrupted him.

"Enough!" you told your father, your voice firmly but with a hint of panic in it. "I am an adult," you continued, trying to make him see reason, but it was like speaking to a brick wall. You could see the hurt in his eyes and the confusion on Cillian's face, which had transformed from one of pure bliss to one of fear.

"I don't care," your father said, his voice shaking with anger. "You are my daughter, and you are living under my roof, so I expect you to adhere to my rules. This man is way too old for you and if it wasn't for your mother nagging me, I wouldn't have permitted him to stay here in the first place," your father continued to say angrily, completely disregarding your feelings on the matter.

"Y/N, I should probably leave. I don't to cause more drama than is necessary," Cillian interjected softly, a pained expression on his face. "I'll come back in the morning to collect my things, if that is alright with you?" he asked softly, but you shook your head.

"No, I want you to stay," you said with great determination before making a somewhat unwanted revelation to your father. "It's not that we haven't been intimate before, because quite frankly dad, this is what people do when they are in a relationship. They have sex," you said, your voice confident and strong despite the anxiety coursing through your veins. "And Cillian and I are in a relationship," you added, reaching out for Cillian's hand which he readily took, giving it a gentle squeeze just as your mother came in after having heard the shouting from her bedroom.

"What's going on?" your mother asked your father, her eyes darting between the three of you. You could see the concern etched into her features and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for causing her worry.

"I caught them in bed together," your father spat out, his voice still shaking with anger.

"And?" your mother asked with tired eyes, interrupting your father's rant before he could continue. She looked at him tiredly, not believing his melodramatic behavior.

"Well, I am not having this in my house," your father said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest before giving Cillian a rather stern look, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Maybe you should come back to London with me, Y/N. Because I can't stay here and walk on eggshells around your father," Cillian told you, exasperation creeping into his voice as he ran a hand through his hair and you knew that he was right. What you were demanding from him and wanted from him was something your father did approve of it, making it difficult for Cillian to stay in your family home.

"So you want to take my daughter away from me now? Is that it?" your father asked incredulously, looking between the two of you with a mixture of confusion and anger.

"I am not taking her away from you," Cillian said firmly, trying to keep his tone even despite the hurt he was feeling. "But I can't stay here and be constantly reminded of how much you disapprove of us together. It's not fair to either of us and Y/N doesn't need the added stress, given the current circumstances," he explained, his voice softening just slightly as he looked down at you with concern.

"Cillian, I can't just come to London with you. I need someone with me all the time and I cannot expect that from you. I am a liability right now, and -," you told Cillian, your voice trembling as you tried to suppress the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"You are not a liability," Cillian interrupted you firmly, his voice so full of confidence and determination that, for a moment, you believe him. "And I won't have to travel for the next six weeks, so I can look after you. Despite, London has the best specialists in the country, and you should have the best care possible," Cillian continued with a determined look on his face.

He had offered you to live with him many weeks ago while you were still in hospital but, at the time, you couldn't have accepted the offer. Not in light of the revelations concerning Danielle at the time and the media shit storm that had hit Cillian as a result.

But now, things were different. Or, so it seemed.

"Okay , I'll come with you," you finally agreed, surprising even yourself with the decision you had just made.

"No you are not. I won't allow it," your father interjected, his voice firm and unyielding.

"You don't have to allow it. She is an adult and she can make her own decisions," Cillian told your father firmly, his voice carrying an undertone of anger.

Your father glared at him for a moment before turning his gaze to you, his expression one of disappointment and worry. "Fine, if that is what you really want to do. But I still don't approve of this whole situation," he said, gesturing between the two of you and your mother told him once again to calm down.

"I think it will be good for Y/N ," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. "She needs a change of scenery and a new environment to fully recover. And Cillian is right. The specialists in London are much better. She will be in good hands," your mother said and your father grumbled under his breath but refrained from saying anything further on the matter, although you knew that this decision would weigh heavily on him for quite some time.

As the tension in the room began to dissipate, Cillian turned to you with a gentle smile.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice softer now as he reached out to take your hand in his.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. You wanted this. You wanted Cillian and, despite the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that this was what was best for both of you.

"Okay," Cillian said, squeezing your hand gently. "Then maybe we should pack your bags so that we can get out of your parents' hair," Cillian continued, trying to lighten the heavy mood that had settled in the room.

You smiled weakly at him and nodded, appreciative of his efforts to make things less tense between everyone.

"You can stay until the morning," your father eventually relented, still not liking this turn of events.

"Thanks," Cillian replied, his tone softening as he looked upon your father warmly and appreciatively.

"In the guestroom!" your father then clarified firmly, causing Cillian to nod and it was shortly after that that Cillian left you alone, in your room, so that you could get some rest.

***

The following day, your mother had arranged for you to see your specialists in the morning before transferring to the appropriate medical facilities in London.

Your physiotherapist in particular wanted to have a final appointment with you before preparing the referral papers and you were glad that Cillian was by your site for this appointment.

As usual, the session was painful and strenuous as you forced yourself to move and, for short time, you even managed to stand up while holding on to Cillian.

Your leg and spine were still weak and in need of support but the determination you felt within was stronger than the muscle weakness.

The physiotherapist was pushing you hard and you tried to hide away your tears as you pushed through the pain, biting your lip in frustration but Cillian was ever present, whispering encouraging words that made you hold on a bit longer.

"You're doing great, you can do it," he murmured softly, his voice full of warmth and encouragement as he stood behind you, his hands gently gripping your hips to give you the support you needed whenever the therapist allowed him to step in and help.

For an hour straight, you focused on the exercises, pushing yourself harder and harder to move your legs, your hips, your entire body until, finally, your session came to an end.

"Can I have a moment alone with Y/N?" your physiotherapist then asked Cillian after the session was done.

He looked at you and your heart fluttered a bit as he nodded, taking a seat in the waiting area, leaving you alone with your physiotherapist.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, looking up at him curiously as he took a seat beside your bed.

He smiled warmly down at you before responding. "Yes, everything is fine. But you need to ensure that, in London, you keep up with your sessions. I will recommend that you see the physio department at least three times a week so that, within the next four to five months, we can get you back on to your feet," he continued on, his voice steady and calm.

You bit your lower lip nervously, thinking about your upcoming trip to Los Angeles with Cillian for Awards Season.

"If I was to go daily, then do you think I could speed up my recovery?" you asked him with a glimmer of hope in your eyes, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, I mean it's possible. But the frequency of your sessions doesn't have much impact on how quickly you recover. What matters most is the quality of your rehab and how committed you are to seeing it through," he explained gently, his voice soft and soothing. "Recovery takes time and patience. And I know that it may not seem like it now, but trust me when I say that you're making progress," he reassured you with a warm smile.

"I need to be out of this fucking wheelchair by 11 March, doctor," you told him firmly, a determined expression settling on your face.

"That might be a bit of a stretch Y/N," the doctor replied with a frown, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you with concern. "Why the 11th of March?" he asked, his voice steady and calm as he looked upon you with curiosity.

"Because that's the day of the Academy Awards and, for once, I need to be the supportive partner, not the other way around," you replied, your voice softer now as you looked up at him with a hopeful expression.

The physiotherapist sighed softly before responding. "Well, if we push yourself even harder than usual, I think it's possible for you to make some decent progress by then. But I have to stress that this is not going to be easy. You will have to put in a lot of hard work and dedication," he continued on, looking at you with determination. "And you most certainly won't be wearing his heels that day, so just bear that in mind when you go dress shopping," the physiotherapist said with a light chuckle.

"And I am sure my boyfriend will appreciate that, seeing that he's only 5'8 ," you replied, your voice laced with humor as you looked at your physiotherapist and grinned.

He laughed in response before excusing himself to go and arrange the necessary paperwork for your transfer while one of the nurses helped you back into the wheelchair.

Cillian greeted you with a gentle smile as you returned to the waiting area where he was sitting, his eyes warm and affectionate as they met yours. "Everything went alright then?" he asked, his voice soft as he reached over to take your hand in his.

You nodded, appreciating the touch of his hand against yours. "Yeah, everything is sorted out," you murmured softly, before continuing on. "He recommended that I keep up with my sessions while in London to make sure that I continue to recover properly, and I actually hope that I can attend them daily."

Cillian nodded in understanding. "Daily? Are you sure that isn't a bit much?" he asked, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows as he considered your request.

You shook your head, your eyes pleading with him to understand. "No, I need to do this. I need to push myself harder than ever before," you told him firmly without telling him about the reasons behind your urgency. You wanted to do this for him, be there for him when his big day arrived. He would now be there for you through the hardest time of your life, supporting you and loving you through it all and you simply wanted to return the favor.

"Okay," Cillian replied with a nod, understanding the seriousness in your voice. "We'll figure something out," he reassured you, a warm smile on his lips as his hand gently squeezed yours.

And with that, your decision was made. You would recovery in London and live with Cillian during this time.

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webslingingslasher · 10 months

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since trouble doesn't know peter is spidey do you think she sometimes is amazed/confused as hell by his super strength? like he sometimes forgets himself and idk does something that requires unbelievable strength and trouble's like..... that's not normal

yes. peter’s gotten good at acting like a normal human, and since he pushes spidey to the back, his powers aren’t as strong as they normally are, but he’s still a fucking hero.

like, one time he came over to help trouble rearrange her dorm room and she’s doing her best to keep up but when he, quite literally, picks her desk up with two hands on either side, and turns around with no sign of struggle with a ‘where you want this one, trouble?’

she’s like a guppy, staring at him in shock, not that she thought he was weak, but she didn’t know he was that strong.

and peter realizes where he messed up so he pretends to weaken his stance, ‘c’mon, trouble, it’s getting heavy.’ and that snaps her from her trance and points against the opposite wall and stares at him until he slowly sets it down.

‘you’re very strong.’

peter’s quick to avoid eye contact, ‘nah, not really. you should see tarrent move shit around, he puts me to shame.’

———

peter’s kicking his feet and squirming around on his bed.

‘stop it! you’re being a menace!’

her fingers won’t stop digging underneath his armpits, a jolt each time she tickles him.

‘i told you i’m not ticklish!’

‘liar, liar!’ he tries to roll over, but she’s stationary on his lap.

‘c’mon, trouble! quit it!’

a vicious giggle, ‘make me!’

she thought she had him pinned down, she didn’t. peter just let her think she did. her hands scramble to grab his, thinking if she went flying away it would help.

her back hit the bed, peter had tossed her to the side with one hand. he shifted to lay over her, holding her in place with one hand on her tummy.

her squirm made peter smile, ‘made you.’

she fought against his hold, she really did. it felt like sleep paralysis, she used all her might but she couldn’t even get her neck off the bed.

pushing at peters hand she felt a little too trapped, kicking her feet and trying to roll to her side. he had her locked in.

she wasn’t having fun anymore, ‘peter, stop!’ he thought she was, can he not feel her fighting?

‘nuh uh, you’re just gonna attack me again.’

she feels hot, ‘you’re too strong, get off!’ he rolls his eyes, ‘you can’t sweeten me up, trouble. i know your games.’

she wheezes, ‘peter, please let go.’

she gasps for air the second he removes his hand, she didn’t realize how hard he was crushing her until he moved away.

peter throws her shirt up, his eyes dancing over the skin making sure she isn’t bruised.

‘are you hurt?’

‘no, you were just… when did you get so strong?’

peter’s heart is racing, ‘i didn’t- i’m not. maybe you were tired from tormenting me?’

‘you immobilized me without even trying.’

‘i tried plenty, you’re a fighter.’

‘okay, but like…’ she squeezes at his biceps, ‘have you been working out more?’

‘if you want me more squishy just tell me.’

her eyes narrow, ‘you’re deflecting. if it’s steroids you can’t hide it from me, cause your dick is gonna shrivel up.’

‘do you really think i could shove a needle into my own arm? i’d die.’

‘deflecting!’

peter’s panicking, it’s his fault, he got too into you he forgot about holding back. he’s got to charm his way out of it.

‘is it wrong to wanna look good for my baby?’

his name came out in a squeal, she went hiding into his touch.

‘petey! stop!'

#frat!peter drabbles

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kanmom51 · 8 months

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JK Radio Stationhead 1 October 2023

And a little more as well...

cr./and huge thanks to the translation accounts I used in this post.

I think this was the most interesting Stationhead we've had so far with JK. JK was chatty, informative (well, to an extent), I would maybe even say combative? Maybe that's a little too strong a term to use, but I do think he came to show that he is unbothered by the shitstorm going on and clap back just a little bit. And he knows about that shitstorm, make no mistake.

I see Jikookers falling for this hateful campaign against JK. Not only are they perpetuating it, but they are also adding to it, embellishing it, and spreading it.

By now JK has had several girlfriends named, he's a baby daddy (she was pregnant in Feb, so...), he's going on double dates with his mate Tae, trucking (censorship issues had me change that - you know exactly what it's meant to be) her with the windows and curtains open for all to see (after telling us he's aware he's being followed around including home). All this he managed to get done before he sat down and did hours on end of JM dedicated lives, calling him his fan, flirting with him online while in bed for all of us to see, and going on a 4 day private trip with him.

A very wise blogger once said: (@ourwinterspring, hope you don't mind me quoting your wise words):

Rumors are created by haters accepted by fools and spread by idiots

That. Just that!!!

People that called themselves Jikook supporters (I'm not talking about shippers, they are in this for their own self gratification, while supporters are supposed to be looking out for JM and JK and supporting them both individually and their relationship, which btw is still considered tabooed in their own country), they are rushing to conclusions, and aiding in the spread of these lies.

K-army laughed them off.

Chinese army are fighting them off.

And I army are just spreading them like wildfire.

Why this long winded introduction?

Because Jikook are in an impossible position really. They are a closeted queer couple in a country and industry that would not accept their relationship if it would become publicly known. As long as the door is open for deniability they are ok. Taking that step through that door and out of the closet, that is one hell of a step with many consequences, to them and to those who surround them.

JK is about to release his 1st solo album, and he's in the midst of trying to infiltrate the American and Western music market. To do so they are selling a very certain image, and being queer is not part of it.

They are also both before enlistment to the military.

Them going: "hey bitches, the stories are untrue, we're in a long term loving relationship", is not a realistic expectation. And no matter what JK would say otherwise, the rumours they are just gonna keep coming, cause this train, this coordinated smear attack, it's not finished. And if and when that would be done, we'd be back to Yubi and Rose and Lisa (oh, oops, she's with Freddie), and Miju. Ehm, she's married. But wait, since when has that stopped anyone, eh? It didn't stop the Nicole stories, which, btw, are still rampant, including among some Jikookers (?) - what the actual truck is wrong with people???

So, no Jikook announcement.

A company one? Kind of feel that one won't come either. Again, JK 3D promotions and upcoming album in mind. Not to mention, and this my friends is me being super cynical right now, other than the harassment claims, the company doesn't have a problem with these rumours, given it solidifies his bad boy, truckboy, heterosexual image they are selling right now. There, I said it.

But Jikook, JM and JK, they aren't happy with this. They can't be happy with this. As much as this image is a price to pay, on the way JK is sending us constant hints that it ain't all that you see. That he's a complex being. That he might appear one way in 3D, but another in Seven and another in his CK and Vogue photoshoots (the latter with him being the artistic designer and bringing along some outfits and/or accessories that he wanted himself), not to mention someone else all together in his long lives with us. He tells us this is him. Who we see. But those that only see that image in 3D are just not looking at the full picture he's painting.

This is him:

But also this:

And this:

They are all pieces of the puzzle that is one Mr. Jeon Jungkook. And I'm sure there are pieces we have yet to see.

It's funny that JK is singing 3D (basically having phone sex and wishing for more) but at the same time he's telling us "this is me in 3D". Not one dimensional. A complex grown up human being.

Btw, I kind of feel like I need to link this post again, seeing that so many are still thinking that having muscles, tattoos and piercings makes you heterosexual or at least bi. Cause, I mean, you must be sexually attracted to women if you are super masculine, and get tattoos or pierce your body, right?

Oh boy, this is a long one. I haven't even started with Stationhead, lol.

So, JK is trying to show us he's a complex human being. This is him. Not one MV or song he chose to sing. The full picture. The shoots he chooses, the concepts for his songs (do I have to remind of his Seven concept shoot?), his lives, what he shared with us (as in past tense cause Idk how much more he will with everything that's going on).

And in the midst of this, knowing you are in a committed relationship, having your integrity, your good name smeared, being with the person you love and knowing that the world not only doesn't see how dear you are to each other but also thinks you're being sexually intimate with multiple others. Not to mention, having to deal at this young age with the knowledge that there are people out there that hate you enough to want to hurt you on such a level, to ruin your good name, your career. It can be paralyzing. And they put on a brave face. JK says he knows people hate him and good for them, he'll continue to live his life. But it's hard, it's hurtful, and these two, they are the kindest sweetest people out there, they don't deserve this.

OMG, when will I finally get to the point?

I think about now would be a good time.

So, no speaking up. No announcement. But at the same time they don't want to just sit there and take it.

Phew, here we go?

JK came today, 1st October (or more so 1st Jimtober) to Stationhead after his 3D dance practice video landed (same day).

And by some strange coincidence (no coincidence at all), JM released his second #ThisisJimin dance clip to Dominic Fike's Phone Numbers with these lyrics, coincidentally:

Woah, Kenny! Why you not here with me? Can you break bread with me? Why you switch phone numbers like clothes? Why you can't answer me? (Yeah) 'Cause I got more coming

(Not a love song)

Using a prop. Wait for it...

Oh, and the outfits that happen to be kind of similar and sticking to the black and white.

I feel like I'm repeating myself here, but you know, sometimes you need to in order to hammer the message in.

And JK, well he also posted a selfie on Weverse (while on Stationhead).

1st Jimtober with his fave Jack Skellington.

So yeah. The little things. Those little codes that say "we are here, we are ok, all is well, this will definitely not break us."

Yes. I get all of that from those little things, lol.

But, it didn't end with that.

And here we are.

Finally at the precipice.

Well, not precipice per say. That's being a little dramatic. But I am finally going to get to JK on Stationhead, as in what we got from him during the show.

I guess with this long introduction I should start with the Jikook related, right?

Let's start with JK repeating the endearment JM used in his IG post for 3D.

And then JK basically confirmed that he and JM were together when drawing the cloud whale drawing JM shared with us on IG telling us JK drew it.

Making sure we know that they drew the whale together.

You don't have to understand Korean to hear the amusement in his voice. We don't know when this was taken (CT or perhaps more recently... although my initial thought was CT I'm kind of leaning to it being more recent, like very recent), but we know they were together. We thought so and now JK confirmed it.

Enjoyed confirming it.

He also brought up JM's birthday being this month. Yes, he could be reacting to comments, but we've discussed this multiple times in the past. You know. Choices. And in this case, his choice which ones to answer, right?

Once again, it's all in the way it's all being said. The "I know something you don't" tone of voice. The "a-ha, yeah, Uhah" while supposedly looking up if he's doing something on the day. The "I'm going to be busy...I see I have a schedule..?" ending with a question mark? As in "do I really?" Lol.

The way he was talking, the man has something planned. I really don't want to have any expectations here. But man, he's making it hard for me not to have them. Lmao.

And another JM related comment he chooses to answer:

This time you don't get the sassiness or teasing in his voice like we did with the JM birthday answer. Idk why they aren't doing each other's challenges. It's for them to know. We know JK was showing/teaching JM Seven moves. We know that JK knew SMF pt. 2 moves. I guess it's something they just decided between them. Or perhaps schedules didn't and aren't aligning. Who knows. And who knows, we might just get a surprise. Next phone song JM does could be 3D, lol.

Ok, so he saw his parents. He goes on to also talk about his mother's cooking (oh, that man is so in trouble with his mom calling her cooking bland, lmao). Kind of gathering from it all that JK was in Busan for the holiday. Could that photo JM shared, you know, the one JK made sure we know they both drew the whale on, have been taken when they were both down in Busan for the holiday? I wonder...

This here is, I feel, JK clapping back a little at the haters. But also telling us, once again, that he's an adult and does adult things. Knows how to work hard when needed, and when to "play hard", as in relax and have a good time, when allowed.

This one isn't about Jikook (well in a sense maybe it is, as it's about shooting down TKKs hopes and prayers, lol). JK clarifying Tae's story about him recording a song at JK's place and JK directing him.

So, no pre-planning, JK's reply "and I was like "suddenly"? And also letting us know Tae didn't record the final at his place. Burn, lol. Also answers (again - like in the Inkigayo live) a question about karaoke with Tae. More or less same answer. More or less "that's a no"?

And this I already shared with you guys:

This is basically JK. Again, when he says I'm showing you my true self. It's not the image of the hunky guy with the sexy expressions doing that sexy choreography with the female dancers hands on him. Well not only. It's the shy introvert that feels awkward when these women are touching him. And just to be clear here. This isn't me saying anything about his sexuality. But it's definitley me saying he is not this careless truckboy people are so badly wanting him to be. Being an adult and having sex (let's call it rex from now on), a lot of it, enjoying it, doesn't make it the core of who you are as a person, doesn't mean you are having rex with multiple people for the only pursual of physical gratification nor does it mean that the rex you are having is necessarily with a female even if you are singing a song saying girl in it, to which the lyrics were not written by yourself. JK also sang a song about having rex 7 days a week, but with that one person, in his words, wanting to be all the time with "the love of my life". See, that was a little slip of the tongue by him, lol. But very revealing. Thank you ever so much for that one JK.

Do you understand the difference here?

One being lyrics to a song he's performing, him being a singer. Lyrics he didn't write himself.

The other is his explanation, his take on the meaning of the song he is singing (also not written by him). Inserting that little very personal touch.

Do we get it? JK isn't the lyrics, the lyrics aren't JK.

Oh, and by the by, JK's lyrics aren't referencing multiple partners. If we are being all about "but he's singing it, so it must be who he is". The multiple partners, the truckboy image, that's Jack Harlow's bit. JK is still talking to one person.

But again, I stress, the song doesn't represent JK as a person or his character. And those that are making that leap are simply...

Moving on.

JK's asked which he prefers more? 7 or 3D. Very diplomatically makes sure we know that at the time he liked Seven and now it's leaning more towards 3D. Well duh, this is him promoting it. Then he combines the two to 7D.

"What's your favourite part of 3D?" Him asking the listeners.

JK talked about eating chicken, being busy practicing all the time (I am curious to know what for), finishing up and going home to workout, shower and sleep.

He also talked about GCF and his appreciation for Army.

Asked about music or variety show, and the answer is probably not, it's hard for him (this is where the shy introvert part of him wins, I guess). It's easier to be alone on a stage in front of thousands performing than have to interact one on one with people that you aren't as familiar or comfortable with. On stage you go after much practice. Small talk and interviews and socializing means having to be focused (neuro divergent prince here) and it's so so hard for a shy introvert to deal with. Key word ALONE.

Although he's asked about further plans he's adamant not to give spoilers (well, more so afraid he'll be told off by the company, lol).

He misses the old days I guess. Of Kakao Fancafe. The intimacy of it. The safety of it perhaps.

He also wants to cook for army.

I feel like him telling us he is pulling back on the lives, allowing for the mystery, well he's also missing those lives. He needs that connection with his fans. Maybe even more so with this path he's going down, disconnecting from the idol and becoming the mega star. He needs that emotional connection with his fans. But at the same time, a more intimate setting, where he can really connect with them, is something he prefers.

And again, the connection with Army.

About the members:

F u c k , this is getting way too long. I can't talk about it all. I will add a couple more things and leave it at that. My apologies.

So, this is another clap back from JK:

Oh, and this was curious.

Ooh, one last thing.

He finally tells us where he got the scar on his shoulder from. Well, not too glamorous, lol. He slipped and fell while running in the car park shooting the CK ad. Hurt his finger as well, but that has healed already by now.

JK ending with:

Funny how the little things just added up. All very little perhaps inconsequential actions as of themselves, but add them together and you get a message.

One you will see if only you wish to.

Oh, and end comment. This is utterly disgusting and childish and I'm at a total loss for words here.

We have 2 more of these coming, if I'm not mistaken. Will be interesting to see what we get next.

#Jungkook #JK #JK 3D #JK stationhead #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

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Warnings: Mentions of self harm

The Official Bio of Sonata Clearcove

Basic Info:

Name: Sonata Clearcove

Homeland: The Coral Sea

Species: Half cookie cutter shark mer, half rainbow parrotfish mer

Occupation: Uni student studying music

Birthday: 28 July

Age: 25

Height/length: 155cm

Dominant hand: Right

Family:

•Unnamed mother

•Unnamed older sisters

•Uncle: Morrigan (deceased)

•Uncle: Silas

•Unnamed uncles and aunts

•Cousin: Finn

•Unnamed cousins

Preferences:

Hobbies: Writing songs, singing, learning new ways of doing makeup

Likes: Music, singing, fashion, humans, land, concerts, fancy food

Dislikes: The dark, blood, being told no, the more animalistic mers, herself, Silas, Timo

Favourite food: Chocolate

Least favourite food: Shrimp

Appearance

Sonata looks like a cookie cutter shark, though her tail is wider and her fins are smaller. Her mom may be a human appearing rainbow parrotfish mer, but she takes after her mother, a cookie cutter shark mer, the most of all.

Her skin, scales, and tail are white and pastel blue, her fins and the swirly stripes up her arms, face and tail are pastel pink, and the very edges of her fins are dark blue. Her teeth are sharp like the tweels, though her top front teeth are merged to form a beak like irl parrotfish

Her hair is long and wavy, and pastel pink with pastel blue streaks running through it like this:

She keeps it loose and rarely ties it up.

The webbing on her right hand between her index and middle finger is very scarred and damaged. She uses a weak illusion spell to hide it.

Personality:

Sour-sweet personified. She's nice, until she isn't. She's quite spoiled (Cause mama Clearcove didn't want her to feel like a constant failure like she did), and her main focus at most times is ensuring she gets what she wants or whatever she feels will ensure her own happiness. She's got that... fake kind of kindness. Think of Azul's "benevolence," but really, she just thinks whoever she's talking to is trashy. She's kinder to her own family, but even she can say things that are scathing in that sweet tone. She's also the embodiment of "It's just a joke bro" and often does cruel tricks on people and stuff. She once stole the courting gift Floyd gave Finn (a necklace of barracuda teeth).and threatened to break it, then was like "lmao it's just a joke you look so stressed" for example. Yes, she's in her 20s.

However, she has very low self-esteem due to being severely bullied as a child and absolutely hates how she looks. She wishes she looked more human, like her mom. She makes up for it by telling herself that she is the best and acting like it, too. She's similar to Blaze in the sense. However unlike him, every time she's awful (which is often) the sense of satisfaction is quick to fade and she just thinks "what is wrong with me?"

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info (This is gonna be a long one):

•Sonata has magic, but it's only strong enough for a few levitation spells

•She wants to be famous one day

•When I say she hates how she looks, I mean it. When she was younger, her moms caught her trying to cut off the webbing between her hands with a knife. She now has permanent scars there.

•The only things she likes about herself are her voice and her beauty.

•She looked up to Morrigan a lot since she was a teen when he was around and remembers him well. She was deeply hurt at the new of his death and grieved for a long time. She blames Silas for his death

•She also admires her grandparents, which is not great since they have harmful views that she has internalised and have damaged her in the long run

•She is afraid of Silas, and Silas thinks she's a snivelling brat (he called her that when she was like 11 and she started crying which pissed off her mom and-)

•She doesn't necessarily dislike Finn, but she also doesn't... really like him, either? She's quite mean to him and insults him a lot but also very nice and gives him presents and it confuses the fuck out of him

•She doesn't like the dark, but she will pay Silas and Finn a visit once every six months or so for reasons known only to her, even though Silas doesn't want her there. Silas' wards don't hurt her only because she's Morrigan's niece, and for that reason, Silas doesn't want her to get too hurt

•She doesn't like Timo, and Timo doesn't like her. She leaves him in a constant state of "istg if she weren't Mister Silas' niece I'd slap her"

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @am0nline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts

#sonata clearcove #morrigan clearcove #silas clearcove #twisted wonderland #twst oc

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the-mighty-jellybean · 6 months

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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter Five: Family Ties

Chapter Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Claire came back later in the evening, dropping off a measly, singular trash bag of what was left of Y/N's belongings that had indeed been thrown out onto the street.

Y/N looked through it finding, only a few shirts, and trousers, clearly anything of value had either been taken by Mr. Fitzgerald for the overdue rent, or by a passerby on the street.

"Sorry, Y/L/N." Claire squeezed Y/N's shoulder, comfortingly, as Y/N rested her head on the back of the chair, looking to the ceiling as she tries not to cry.

"It's okay, thanks for bringing me this at least." Y/N gives her a sad, yet genuine smile.

Claire bends down to examine Y/N's bandages, before wishing the two of them goodnight, and leaving with a still grumpy looking Luke.

"Why does he not like me?" Y/N pouts, brows furrowing as Luke slams the door a little hard, on his and Claire's way out.

"I don't think its you," Matt shakes his head, finishing another spring roll, "I think he's just a little annoyed that Claire didn't tell anyone you existed."

"That's not her fault, I asked her to keep me a secret, from everyone." Y/N shrugged, “I’m a rare breed, I’ve got no choice but to keep my existence a secret.”

“I understand, we all do,” Matt assured, “your secret will be safe with us.”

Y/N nods slowly, continuing to finish her plate of food, struggling to her feet again, she hobbles towards the kitchen sink.

Matt's eyes widen, and he jumps to his feet to catch up with her, "How many times do I have to tell you; Sit. Down."

Matt's chest rumbles, and it makes Y/N freeze, she doesn't even feel the sensation of the plate slipping out of her hand, but she does here the crash and the smash, as the stained white china, shatters across the stone floor.

The tears spring quickly, and Y/N crumples to her knees as she tries to clear away the broken porcelain.

"I'm sorry-sorry, I'm so sorry." Y/N rambles, she can barely see where she is putting her hands, as the salty tears cloud her vision.

"Stop, stop, it's okay, sweetheart, stop." Matt takes Y/N's shaking hands into his, she fights him for a moment trying to clear up her mess, "Stop."

The command in Matt's tone makes Y/N stop once again, she doesn't look up from the floor and the massive mess she had caused.

"This was my fault, I shouldn't have used that tone, it wasn't necessary." Matt utters, his voice is low and soothing, his scent is strongly of regret and empathy.

Y/N sniffles, using her shoulder to wipe her cheek as her hands were still occupied by Matt's. Matt slowly takes the shattered pieces out of Y/N's hands, gathering up what he can, and throwing it into the trash. Y/N stays frozen to the spot, on her knees, eyes fixed, tears still trickling down her face.

Matt bites his lip for a bit before gathering up all the plates and cutlery and place them next to the sink. He turns the tap on, filling the sink, with water and washing detergent.

Matt then heads back to Y/N and helps her to her feet, "you wanna help me wash up?"

Y/N doesn't really get a chance to answer, before Matt shuffles her to the sink, he lifts her lightly onto his feet, boxing her in with his arms, so she's steady on her feet. He reaches into the sink, Y/N following his hands, she starts to wash up along with the Alpha.

Towards the end of washing up, Y/N felt herself feel a little better, the washing up, relieving some of her earlier anxieties. The tears are almost dry by the time Y/N places the last plate on the drying rack.

"I think we should get you to bed." Matt again is speaking, but he's not asking a question, he's telling Y/N that she's going to bed. However, Y/N didn't mind Matt telling her what to do, she happily let him take her towards his bedroom, and sitting her on the bed.

Y/N frowned and pouted when he turned his back and headed towards the living room.

"Where are you going?" Matt stopped walking glancing over his shoulder, frowning himself when he saw Y/N's unhappy face.

"Going to my cosy couch." Matt jested, gesturing to the sofa, Y/N and himself had just used as a dining room.

"Why?"

"Because you're in my bed."

'Well, then I'll sleep on the couch-ah." Y/N falls back onto the bed, regretting her decision to stand immediately.

"I think not." Matt smirked, heading towards the sofa again.

"I don't want to sleep alone." Y/N finally blurts, making Matt fix to the spot, before slowly spinning to face Y/N again, "Please, don't make me sleep alone."

"If you're sure, sweetheart?' Matt is tentative with his words, but he is already moving back towards Y/N.

"Please."

Matt nods, "Lay down, honey."

Y/N manages to swing her legs onto the bed, whilst tracking Matt as he walks around the other side of the bed, getting under the covers. Shuffling onto her side, Y/N pulls her legs up to her chest as best she can, twitching her lips, as she admires Matt.

He turns the lamp off next to him, turning to face Y/N, letting out a long breath; "usually people close their eyes now."

Y/N tries to bite back the smile, clearing her throat to hide her laugh.

"Sorry." Y/N mumbles, closing her eyes, but peaking one of them open, noticing the way Matt's lips twitch, "How do you even know?"

Matt chuckles loudly, "I can hear your eyelids click every time you blink.

"Okay, ew gross, forget I asked."

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"Pwease don't o." Faolan begged, standing in Y/N's way, as she tries to hastily pack her bag.

"I've got no choice, Fe." nudging him to the side softly, he brings his blanket up to his face, rubbing it harshly on his cheek, in hopes to self-soothe.

"ake me wif wu." the little wolf tries the alternative, his big round eyes, glassy with tears, as he watched his big sister pack her small life away.

"I can't take you with me, Faolan . I'm going to have to figure out how I'm going to survive myself, let alone take a 4 year old with me." Y/N shakes her head, she was breaking her own heart with her words, so Gods know how this little man was feeling.

"Pwease." Faolan's voice broke, as he let the tears roll, he tried to wipe some of them with the rag in his small fist, but they were coming too quick for him to catch all of them.

"I'm sorry, Fe," Y/N held him in her arms, squeezing him tight, she stroked his damp cheek with her calloused thumb, taking in every little detail.

She never wanted to forget this little face.

"What if I'm un Omegga?" Felan hiccuped, Y/N stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"That won't happen, Faolan. I promise."

"Ut, what if it does." Y/N could see the panic in the whites of his eyes, the little boy had seen everything that night, he saw an entire pack, turn on a singular member in the space of an hour. His family, becoming torn apart in a singular second.

"I will come for you," Y/N utters determined, "I will come for you, I swear."

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Y/N shot awake with a light gasp and a shriek, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, the sheets beneath her felt wet, and clung to her body, cold.

Matt felt Y/N shift beside him, and the sleep shattering shriek, and soon he too was wide awake, scrambling to get near Y/N.

"Shh, shhh, you're okay, sweetheart." Matt tries to cradle Y/N to his chest, but she fights him, still in some sleepy distress. "Shh, shh."

"Get away." Y/N tries to struggle, not fully aware of her surroundings, "Get off me."

"It's me, honey, it's me." Matt manages to cup the back of Y/N's neck, placing a small amount of pressure on Y/N's scruff. It makes Y/N go a little rigid, but it gives Matt enough time to push her into his neck, letting her take in his comforting scent.

"That's it, deep breaths," Matt coaches, "Good girl."

Matt's hand slips from Y/N scruff, running down her back, rubbing in soft circles, "That's it, good girl, nice and calm."

Y/N manages to get her breathing back under control, taking in Matt's scent glands with each shaking breath. She clutches at his arm desperate to keep him close, and Matt does nothing but hold her a little tighter, she knew he was there, and that's all she needed.

“Thank you.” Y/N rasps, pressing her forehead into Matt’s neck, she can feel Matt’s chest rumbling gently, the vibrations an Alpha Method to soothe. Y/N had never experienced an Alpha’s comfort rumble, she’d only been on the receiving end of a bark or aggression rumble.

This was nice. To experience comfort from an Alpha, for an Omega, it was like all her Christmas’ had come at once. She’d never felt more secure than in this quiet moment right now.

“It’s okay.” Matt reassured, keeping his hold on Y/N tight and firm, “you wanna talk about what you were dreaming about?”

“Not right now.” Y/N shook her head.

She was about to turn away, to lay back into her side of the bed, happily wrapped up in Matt’s arms, when her ears flickered.

“What’s wrong?” Matt felt Y/N go rigid in his arms, he tries to hold her tighter, but she’s pushing him away, as she struggles to the end of the bed. “What is it?”

Y/N tilts her head from side to side, trying to narrow in on the peculiar yet so familiar sound she can hear outside.

“Do your windows open?” Y/N was already moving towards them whilst she was asking the question. Matt is quick to jump from the bed, wrapping his arm around Y/N waist helping her to the window.

“Yeah hang on.” Matt safely lays Y/N’s hands on the window sill making sure she is secure before he starts to push the windows open. The cool city air makes Y/N shiver slightly, but she grins and bears it as she pushes her face out the window.

Moving her ear closer to the city, they twitch as she tries to hone in on the noise.

Finally she hears it, the sound spiking in her sensitive eardrum.

“What the…” Y/N breathes out in surprise, “there’s no way.”

“What?” Matt asks, concern radiating off his scent fiercely.

“Can’t you hear that?” Y/N is practically hanging out the window as she strains to listen to the noise, Matt has hold of her hips, stopping her from toppling out the penthouse apartment.

“Hear what?”

“Listen, listen hard, hold your breath if you need to.” Y/N instructs, she feels Matt’s chest against her back, she feels it still, as he does as Y/N says holding his breath, he leans into the city air trying to understand what Y/N was hearing.

It takes a second but soon Matt can hear it too.

The noise is faint against the bustle of the city, but Matt can’t deny that it’s there.

“What is that?” Matt asks Y/N quietly, not wanting to startle the Omega who was focused so intently.

“It’s a howl.”

“A howl? Like a wolf howl?” Matt can hear the noise clearer, now that he knew vaguely what he was listening too. It was a high pitch cry, it bounced off building to building before landing in his eardrum.

“That’s…not…possible.” Y/N whispers to herself, her eyes wide, shaking her head from side to side. She places her hands firmly on the window ledge, before Matt realises what Y/N is doing she had slipped out from his grasp, vaulting herself out of the window.

“Y/N!” Matt shouts after her, rushing to the edge.

Y/N isn’t listening to him, she’s already scaling her way down the building side, ignoring the burning pain in her side. Her bandages felt invisible, as she clambered her way in the direction of the howling.

Y/N barely notices the sound of Matt calling and following after her, until he lands next to her on the sidewalk outside his apartment.

“What are you doing?” Matt pants, reaching for Y/N wrist, but he’s not able to catch it, as she takes off running, barefoot down the street.

Chasing after her, he too forgets he is shoeless, but he’s unbothered, desperate to keep up with the distressed Omega.

Y/N's chest burns, as she gasps for breath, but she doesn't stop, spurred on by the howling, which grows louder and louder.

Taking a sharp turn into an industrial estate, her feet slap against the wet concrete, as she slows her pace down, head darting from corner to corner, as she tries to access the area she's found herself in.

Jumping slightly, when Matt places his hand on her shoulder, when he finally catches up with her.

"You can't do that, Y/N." Matt pants, Y/N shrugs his hand off, his scent was mixing with the ones in the area, and it was clouding her senses.

"It's stopped." Y/N's panic is spiking strongly in her scent, "The howling has stopped."

Matt listens too, holding his breath again, so he doesn't distract himself from tracking the noise. Y/N was right the howling had stopped, but there was still unfamiliar sound.

"Sounds like...nails?" Matt questions himself, but Y/N appears to know what he is saying.

"I don't understand...I thought I was the only one in New York." Y/N utters in disbelief, taking slow steps towards the tapping sound.

The noise leads her to an abandoned warehouse, the doors have been torn from their hinges. Y/N gently runs her fingers over the huge gashes, carved in the steel doors.

"What can do something like this?" Matt asks, his hands to examining the gaping wounds in the doors.

"Something like me." Y/N's voice trails off, Matt walks so he's shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, he can sense the change of direction in the air, that flutters over his face.

Furrowing his brow, he sniffs the air, the smell of wet dog and saliva tickles his nose. Concentrating harder, his mind is soon able to build a profile in his head, of what he was now face to face with.

"Y/N? Do you know what this is?" Matt speaks quietly, not wanting to frighten what sits in front of the Alpha and the Omega.

"It's not what, Matt." Y/N scolds, a smile dances across her lisp, "I know who this is."

"Who is it?"

"Hello, baby brother." Y/N speaks strongly, not a trace of worry or anxiety lay in her scent, mainly the smell of concern, yet happiness sprinkled in between her words.

"Baby brother?" Matt tilts his head confused.

"Matt," Y/N gestures her arms in front of her, "Meet Faolan."

The grey wolf jostled its fur to Y/N's words, but it didn't appear to soften its twisted up muzzle, bearing its pearl white teeth, drool rolling off the corners, of it's mouth.

"Faolan?' Y/N spoke softly, tilting her head from side to side, "Faolan it's me, it's okay."

The wolf lowers it's head closer to the ground, Y/N noticed that it's eyes lay on Matt, the wolf's back zig zagged, as it's hackles stood on end.

Stepping in front of Matt, Y/N pushed him gently behind her, making sure to fully block him from the wolf's view.

"It's okay, Faolan, he's a friend." The wolf didn't back down at Y/N's words, thinking on her feet quickly, Y/N remembers a move she'd seen performed by her brothers' when they wanted something from their father. A little like a puppy begging.

Y/N holds her hands out in front of her, her palms facing the floor; locking eyes with Faolan, she begins to slowly sink to her knees. The ground is wet beneath her as her knee lands on the gravel ground. She blinks slowly, her eyes changing from their usual colour to a glowing yellow.

Letting out a shallow whine, Faolan's features soften from the hard glare, to a lighter looks, his teeth are hidden by the skin of his muzzle, which has also flattened out.

The wolf pants a few times before slowly his face begins to change. It begins as a small twitch before morphing into a ripple, which takes over his face. Soon the ripple spreads to small waves across his whole body, his size beginning to reduce.

Eventually the fur turned to skin, the muzzle to a mouth, the paws to hands and feet, nothing was left of the wolf that stood before them, instead a young boy, who darted behind a stack of crates, nothing but a flash of flesh disappearing from view.

It wasn't long, and then the boy was back, this time with a pair of scabby jeans on, a tattered grey t-shirt, pulling on a dirty red hoodie.

"Wow, you've grown." Y/N huffed, standing from her knees, keeping her arms outstretched this time to take her frail looking brother into her arms.

Faolan wrapped her arms around her waist. Y/N didn't care for the pain, which stabbed her in the side, when Faolan squeezed her tight, she was just glad to have this boy in her arms once again.

"Why are you here, Fe?' Y/N asked softly into his hair.

"You said you would come back for me." Faolan voice is small, and weak as he looked, "Why didn't you come back?'

Y/N draws Faolan away from her, but keeps her hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently.

"I did Faolan," Y/N admits, "I went back to the den, a few years ago, but you weren't there, I figured you'd moved on for hunting purposes."

"Why didn't you look for us?" Faolan shrugs Y/N's hands off his shoulders, his brows furrowed in a concoction of confusion and anger.

"I tried, but I lost your scent about 30 miles away from the den, it just went cold." Y/N explained, scenting as strongly as she could, of sincerity.

"I needed you." Faolan whispers, his voice growing shaky, his scent changes strongly to sadness, and heartache. "It's been 11 years."

Y/N places her hand on his cheek, stroking softly with her thumb.

"I'm here now, Fe." Y/N steps forward to embrace her brother in another tight hug, before pulling away once again, "But why are you here now?"

Y/N felt Faolan's body go stiff beneath her, chewing his lip, his scent immediately changing to anxious and fear.

"He came for us Y/N." Faolan managed to choke out.

"Who came for you, who's he?" Y/N's brow furrows scent changing quickly to confusion.

"The hunter, he came for us, Father offered him me because..."

Faolan trialed off but Y/N already knew what he was going to say.

"Because you're an Omega too."

#marvel fanfiction #reader insert #a/b/o dynamics #avengers a/b/o #omega!reader #a/b/o lifestyle #matt murdock x reader #alpha!mattmurdock #daredevil

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antianakin · 1 year

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It's really interesting to compare Bode's story to Reva's, specifically in how they view family and the Jedi Order.

While it's a little unclear how Reva ended up in the Inquisitorius (I can't quite tell if they picked her up against her will and only after she was captured did she choose to use the position to try to kill Anakin, or if she intentionally let the Empire pick her up so she could join the Inquisitors so she could kill Anakin), there is a level of choice to what she's doing there. She knows what she is and where her loyalties lie and is choosing to keep hurting other Jedi in order to ultimately gain enough to power to get vengeance for the Jedi that Anakin killed. She's making this choice over and over again because she can't let go of her grief and anger enough to walk away. She's causing the same misery that she wants to get justice for, now.

Bode chose to join the Empire in order to protect his daughter and is hunting down the Jedi which leaves his daughter effectively captured by the same people who murdered his wife and would happily murder both him and his daughter anyway. He's putting his daughter right in the middle of the danger he's so scared of, constantly exposing her and leaving her alone with the enemy because he can't let go of that fear enough to find another way.

Reva still considers the Jedi family, despite what she's helping the Inquisitors do. She wants justice for her slaughtered family, for her desecrated home, for her lost life. And because of that, she does still have a strong connection to the idea of family, enough that Obi-Wan is able to use that to convince Reva to help distract Anakin long enough for the Hidden Path to escape. Reva is able to understand that there are other families among the refugees, families that will be getting destroyed if she doesn't help Obi-Wan escape with them, and so she does. She doesn't let Anakin destroy any more families. She's even in some ways touched by Owen and Beru's fervent defense of Luke, she's almost confused by the way they are willing to die for a Force sensitive child who isn't theirs. That concept of family MEANS something to her and is able to keep reaching her over and over again.

Bode, however, makes several snide remarks at Cal about how he could never understand the choice Bode made because Cal isn't a father. He's lessening the familial connection that existed (and still exists) between the Jedi, which seems to suggest that if Bode ever did feel like the Jedi were family, it wasn't enough. It almost makes me wonder if Bode was brought to the Jedi at the older end of the spectrum and so he still has memories of his birth family and struggles more with the Jedi lifestyle because of it, not unlike Anakin himself. And so when he makes a more "typical" family with a wife and a child, he considers that family more normal and his feelings for them more real and more powerful than anything Cal might feel towards the Jedi. And tellingly, the thing that truly gets him to betray Cal is the idea that Cal might want to help OTHER FAMILIES in the Hidden Path get to safety, potentially putting HIS family at more risk. He was willing to let Cal and maybe a few of Cal's friends come stay on Tanalorr, but the concept of just helping any family that needs it is a breaking point for Bode.

The concept of family, then, isn't really the same for Bode as it is for Reva. It doesn't truly mean the same thing to either of them and family for Bode is more about an extension of himself while for Reva family is about selflessness, it's about compassion and kindness and love. Reva can see other families, even families that look different from her own, and understand them. She can see them as equally as important as her own. She can want to protect them from feeling the loss that she has felt. Bode can't. Bode can't look at any other family and see them as equal, everything is inferior to his own because it's not about HIM.

And of course throughout the game we get comparisons between Bode and the Inquisitors, the Inquisitors keep getting called basically animals, dogs on Vader's leash, while Bode is something better.

But Reva is so much more human than Bode has ever been. Reva, an Inquisitor, has so much more capacity for understanding and compassion in her than Bode has ever shown. And we don't see that any clearer than in their reactions to the Hidden Path.

#jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #star wars #bode akuna #reva sevander #sw owk #obi-wan kenobi show #obi-wan kenobi series

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i-smoke-chapstick · 11 days

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What advice or tips do you have for a writer wanting to write the characters from Succession for the first time (Shiv, Kendall, Roman, Tom, Greg etc)

Not sure if this was meant for me, since I haven't yet written for Succession, but I can still try my best to help out! Here are some tips <3 Sorry for the long post.

Whenever I'm writing for a character, I really try to incorporate their canon dialect and dialogues here and there. For instance, Roman stutters on his words quite a bit erratically, and Greg has a lots of "uh"s and "oh"s and awkward, bumbling uncertainty. It's all about the characters voice, because I find fanfics with lots of dialogue to be the most enjoyable! If I was writing for succession, I'd typically try to follow these tips for each character,

Shiv: Shiv sometimes speaks with an underlying tone of superiority, and a lot of her interactions also have fraught tension. When writing a character, you need to look at their insecurities and desires to get a feel for what they want vs. how they express it. Shiv struggles with a desire to prove herself, but wants power. Because of this, she's blunt in all the wrong ways.

This sounds dumb, but I always do a short writing exercise beforehand and I really encourage it! One of my favorite things to do is just imagine the conversation I'm trying to write. For instance, if Y/N were ask Shiv what her favorite color was. She might say something like,

"My favorite color? Seriously, Y/N, that's the question you come up with? Well, if we're going to play this game, I guess I'll indulge you. Let's see... I don't know, maybe the color of money? Honestly, I'm more concerned with the color of success, and right now, it's looking pretty green to me."

Kendall: Similarly stutters like Roman, and can switch between being aggressive and vulnerable.

Here again with the favorite color theory:

"Uh, favorite color? That's a... good question. You know, it's, uh, probably something classic. Black. Yeah, black. It's, uh, timeless, powerful. Like, I don't know, it's just... it's a strong color. Represents, like, the intensity and, uh, the seriousness of, you know, life and business." (Long example, but I'll dive into this!)

Succession characters are very human. The pauses in their words, their overuse of "like" and "uh" (especially for Kendall). I try to use Kendall's "media trained" upbringing as a way for him to spin the question into something flattering for himself. Like if he was in an interview.

While as If we were writing for Roman, he might say something like,

"My favorite color? Seriously? Okay, um, let's go with... I don't know, red? Yeah, red. It's bold, it's sexy. Plus, it's the color of blood, and blood is, like, life or whatever. Or maybe it's just 'cause I look good in it. Either way, red. Final answer."

Roman has a lot more vulgarity in his dialogue, as well as pop-culture references and anything completely outlandish. Sometimes I like piecing together canon dialogue from the show to form answers as well, because the reader can more affectively imagine the character saying it!

Tom: When you're writing a character like Tom, his interactions really depend on whoever he's talking too, and how stressed he is about a situation. If he's speaking to a reader whose a Roy, or more powerful than him in a way, he's fumbling; not trying to impress them per se, but trying to fit in. Also, if in this universe you're writing, Shiv is apart of, Shiv is just a major part of his character in general, he'll probably mention her now and again. Once again, the favourite color theory!

"Oh, my favorite color? Well, I'd have to say blue. It's calming, you know? Reliable. Like a good, steady stock that just keeps going up. Plus, it’s a color that commands a certain... respect. Not too flashy, but still, quite distinguished. And, well, Shiv looks great in blue, so there's that too."

Now, if you're writing for someone like Greg who asks the question, someone who he doesn't view as a threat, Tom is much more assertive and aggressive. He'd be more sarcastic, less enthused, and simply wouldn't care. Might not even answer the question. He has the same loose, condescending tone as Shiv would.

"Oh, my favorite color? You know, Y/N, of all the things you could ask me—my thoughts on the latest market trends, insights on corporate strategy, or even just what I had for breakfast—you went with favorite color. Remarkable. Adorable, really. Y/N, what is this? Preschool? Do I look like someone who has time to contemplate the nuances of the color spectrum?"

Greg: Poor Greg.

"Ah, favorite color, huh? Well, that's a tough one. I reckon I'd have to go with a good ol' forest green. Reminds me of these long hikes through the woods back home. Plus, it's just got this calming vibe to it, you know? Like being surrounded by nature's...embrace." Que the awkward cough, realizing he's ranting or saying things that don't quite sound right.

Greg is more compassionate, more air-headed then the Roy's. He's probably the only one on this list to add a subtle,

"What about you?" To make more semi-awkward conversation.

Okay, Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I really don't think this was meant for my blog, but regardless, I love questions like these <3

#x reader #succession #succession x reader #writing #writing tips #writing time #story building #writing help #writing advice #tom wambsgans x reader #roman roy x reader #shiv roy x reader #kendall roy x reader #greg hirsch x reader #hbo succession

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fourlittleocto · 7 months

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i'm really bad at headcanons in general so i'm sorry if these are not good, but thank you for the ask! also with midterms i've been super busy so i hope everyone can keep being patient with me, i promise i am working on asks it just might be another week <3

starting with some cute ones (thank you @pyrefection)

dew loves to rub soft stuff on his face. if the closest soft thing happens to be a person, so be it. he doesn't want them to touch him, just let him hold their hand and rub it over his face. this always somehow turns into their fingers in his mouth, since they're softer and nicer than his

with that thought, even though he doesn't need to teethe he still wants to stick everything in his mouth, just to see what it's like. some sort of instinct. however his fear of getting in trouble trumps this need, which means he'll spend way longer than most cgs have patience for crawling over to objects that look good, holding them up, and then pouting when he's told no, he can't put that in his mouth until it either has to be pried out of his weirdly strong grip or mountain (because let's be honest he thinks this is adorable and is the only one who actually tolerates it) gives in and let's him put it in his mouth "but just once dewbug!" it's better that he's doing this when someone's watching anyway, and then he'll never need to try again

dew loves to draw and hates coloring. he doesn't like that he can't control his hands enough to keep it in the lines, especially since little rain is a little ocd and always gives him judgemental stares when they color together. he loves to draw though, and even though they're usually just colorful squiggles aurora (his new favorite caregiver) has taught him how to draw some shapes and to associate certain colors with certain emotions, so he feels like he can communicate when he's drawing and it's really relaxing to his troubled brain

i also love moonbeam's hc that tiny dew loves to clap. it's a movement that's easy, and it's small and loud just like he is, and he knows how to clap sarcastically to get a laugh. whenever anyone in the pack does something stupid he claps and giggles, and it sends aurora into a laughing fit every time.

i put some stuff about dew's childhood/regression under the cut cause it's a little heavy/sad so feel free to skip it

just as background, i think dew goes really small, like usually he can't walk or talk but sometimes he can get as big as 3, where he's toddling, but even then he can't talk cause as a child his parents refused to talk to him so he didn't learn to until he was interacting with other kits. It's part of why now he's really slow at reading and gets frustrated when he has to describe something cause words just don't come easily to him. it's also the reason that when he's tiny he likes to hide, he doesn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable so they can't use it against him. (however, this has made him incredible at hide and seek. one of the older littles or aurora will hold him and follow where he points and they always win)

he also can't drop on purpose, it's entirely trauma/stimuli-based. i definitely think it's something that started for him after the elemental change, but no one except mountain knew about it until aurora was summoned. She mothered him about his attitude while he was big enough times that one night, while in the middle of a bad flashback, he babbled something just coherent enough for mountain to know he was asking for her, so now they trade off taking care of him and know who he needs based on what happened/what kind of mood he's in (it's always bad, but sometimes it's MUCH WORSE than others, and aurora has to take him when he's specifically having elemental change flashbacks cause mountain still has too much attachment to the events and they trigger flashbacks for him too)

either way, since aurora has joined the pack she's helped dew not feel so scared about being small, to the point where even if he can't be with a group of adults, he's able to sit with her and watch little rain and phantom and cumulus play. she's also slowly teaching him to do things that 1 to 2-year-olds are supposed to be able to do, and it's helped him feel like he has a lot of control over it even if he still can't control the action of his mind dropping.

#regressed ghouls #octo sfw #dewdrop ghoul #little dew #ghost headcanons

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nutria--oscura · 9 months

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The Oak family make me so mentally ill actually

Like, for starters, the generational trauma that cannot and will not be shaken off:

The very obvious first point is The Doodler. 'The Curse of The Doodler' passed down from generation to generation. Even after Lark and Sparrow release it, the curse still haunts them as the apocalypse they have to bear the blame for. Now Dood is walking amongst them, as a teen protected by the teens, and all Lark and Sparrow can do is look him in the eye (not even really). Lark wants to end this generational trauma by killing Dood but Normal wants to do it but helping it (parallel to what we see happen in s2 ep23 when they sit on the Throne).

The next obvious ones are the veganism (has been an Oaks thing since Hildy's grandmother, if not great-grandmother).

and the 'shoes on' household. Something Henry started due to always being barefoot in Oakvale cause of Barry's Rules. Something that is still instilled with Normal and Hero.

All of the Oaks have a dislike towards their kids/parents. Hildy hated Barry cause he abused her for so long and in the final years of her life he abandoned her in Oakvale and left her to die. Barry and Henry fought constantly, Barry creating more Oakvalians cause Henry would never have been good enough for him. Henry and Lark straight up just do not get along, especially after Henry took the Gauntlets of Ogre Power (which in Lark's eyes caused Walter to get injured and almost caused Sparrow to die), ESPECIALLY after Henry pulled to rogue card. Henry and Sparrow don't talk anymore which is something I will get into later on. Lark and Sparrow weren't even Henry's favourite kids, it was his pet bird Beanie. Honestly, I'm kind of scared to see what Henry and Birdie's relationship is like. Then we have Sparrow and Normal. Sparrow is open about being not being proud of Normal and wishing he was more 'normal'. Finally we have Sparrow and Hero. Sparrow probably isn't that proud or happy with Hero either since she just noped out of being the chosen one. (check out this post)

Another kinda obvious one, the (very strong) family resemblance. They all look so alike, so similar, of course they're going to be the least likely to change and break tradition. (post)

SPARROW AND HENRY NO LONGER TALKING - so many implications. Like, is it because of the shit Lark and Sparrow pulled with Hero? Cause he married a centrist (/j)? Was it because Sparrow (potentially) used the memory syringes on Rebecca to keep their marriage in tact(more in a bit)? Some other reason which we will later find out? Is it why Sparrow can no longer turn into a Love Wolf? Or the final straw as to why he can't?

SPARROW, REBECCA AND THE SYRINGES - So. In s2 ep18 when Normal asks Sparrow if Rebecca knew about all the Doodler stuff, Sparrow says "Your mom doesn't know… about what's going on." ... "that's kind of how we… stayed married." Later, we get to know, from Hero, that Rebecca did in fact know what was happening - that she was involved in what happened to Hero when she was younger, "mom and dad, just sort of looked at me as like, the golden child. They weren't like with me, they were like demanding things of me." So potentially, Lark and/or Sparrow used the syringes on Rebecca cause she threatened their marriage over what happen with Hero. (POST)

Speaking of Hero's childhood - Other than what happened very obviously traumatising her, "they showed me a glimpse of the Doodler for a second and I cried for 3 weeks straight," it also very heavily strained her relationship with Normal: "I feel like things have been choppy between us for a while" ... "It felt like I shouldn't befriend you, cause I knew at some point I'd have to like, sacrifice myself heroically and I didn't want to make you lose me in that way, so I felt like 'I should just keep him at arms length.' " It is suck a stark contrast and parallel to the (toxically) codependent relationship Lark and Sparrow have

HENRY - The fact that Henry is the last of the dads that is alive is so depressing and so expected. He has elf blood and is a high level druid, of course he's still alive. He is (most probably - we don't know the situation with Mercedes and Birdie) alone, all of his closest friends are dead, his sons don't talk to him and because of that he probably hasn't seen his grandchildren in ages either. If something happened to Mercedes and Birdie and Henry is truly alone, there are parallels with Hildy's final years (this post and the tags)

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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ephemeral - chapter six

a/n: this is likely the final part of this series, so i just want to say thank you to everyone who has read it for your support!! especially to the people on the taglist - you all hold a special place in my heart because you boost my ego <3

warnings: gn reader tag list -> @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @nessa-stark @superpositvecloudshipper @wordsarelife

full collection: here

It's warm in 35 Portland Row, but you can't seem to shake the chill that has settled in your bones.

You all sit in the library discussing the case as George fills in the casebook, just like old times. The fire roars in the fireplace, and the clock ticks quietly. It's after three a.m. Exhaustion seeps through your skin, but it doesn't quite touch. You feel too awake, too alert.

"Judging from the apparitions," George says, "I'd say that the maid and her husband downstairs, one of the sons of Lord Morton, were killed in the housefire. Did you see their burned faces?"

"Yes, we did, George," Lucy grumbles. "We saw them very clearly while they were trying to kill us."

"Either way," he continues, "their source was the one upstairs, the one (name) found. Makes no sense that they were at the entrance and so far from their source, but hey ho. (name), you said that the Wraith up in that bedroom moved for you to find the source, right?"

Nodding, you pull your knees up to your chest, wrapping your blanket tighter around your shoulders. "Yeah. It was like she was trying to show me where it was. Her fear was so strong that I was sure it was her source. And then..."

"Then the Fetch," Lockwood says. "What happened there? You still haven't told us."

It's not pleasant to really think about. When you had worked at Rotwell a few years ago, one of the big warnings when it came to Type Twos was to steer clear of Fetches. While they're not aggressive or violent like most other Type Twos, they rake through a person's memory and find someone dear to them, then take the form of that person. It causes a lot of confusion, and multiple agents have died trying to chase after Fetches who were disguised as loved ones. Just the thought of it having gone through your brain to find Lockwood, of all people, to take shape as makes you feel violated.

"I just thought it was Lockwood at the door," you say, taking a deep breath. You feel too vulnerable admitting this. "He'd made me promise not to look for the source, so I just figured he was angry about that and wasn't speaking to me. I followed him - it - out to the stairs and then I heard the real Lockwood shouting. I just felt so confused that I couldn't... I don't know."

"All of your equipment was left in the bedroom," Lucy says. "You must've been ghost-locked, or something."

"I'm not sure. I was so sure I still had my things with me. Maybe I thought..."

The words go unspoken. You thought Lockwood would keep you safe. And he did, to his credit, but it wasn't the Lockwood you'd originally seen.

Lockwood, seeing the distant look in your eyes, continues, "That Wraith appeared while I was dealing with the Fetch. I found its source under the top step's floorboard - just an old coin. Then I took care of the Wraith, and you guys found the source."

"The whole stair railing," George says, and he almost looks awestruck. "Lucy and I had to rip it out of the wall. God, if Skull hadn't warned us when those first two ghosts disappeared that you were in danger, (name), we would never have gotten to you in time. You should've seen the speed Lockwood went up the stairs with. And for the ghosts to be working together! We've seen it before, but usually, they're the same kind of ghost."

"Well, it's over with now," Lockwood says, cutting that part of the conversation short. "I say we get a good night's sleep, and then take tomorrow - well, today - off. We deserve it."

Slowly, the room empties. First, it's George who's going to finish filling in the casebook while all the details are fresh in his mind. He takes a plate stacked with biscuits and doughnuts with him. Next, it's Lucy, who is snippy from some argument she had with Skull and wants to sleep it off.

You make no move to leave, staying wrapped up in the thick blanket and staring at the fire. The cup of tea Lockwood made for you remains untouched.

"I've never been as scared as I was when Skull told Lucy that there were two ghosts targeting you up there." Lockwood's eyes are fixed on your face, watching for any hint that he should stop talking. "And then when I saw you just standing there, cornered between the two..."

Unsure of what to say, you wrap the blanket even tighter. Maybe if you squeeze yourself in it as much as you can, the warmth will return.

"Then you got ghost-locked, and... I barely knew what to do. This is why, last time, I wanted to pull you out of the cases."

If he's trying to get a rise out of you, he's done a poor job. Something in your core just feels wrong, and you don't feel much except confusion and a strange numbness that you can't explain. The anger you've relied on lately, the one you've fallen back on when you've had no clue what else to do, isn't there.

"I don't like seeing you like that - hurt or ghost-locked or whatever. The thought of something going wrong, and it being you that has to be at the centre of it kills me, (name). I should never have brought you on this case. I should've figured out some other way to do it."

His words are registering, but they don't stick. And that look on his face, the way his concern has melted into something deeper, rawer, should form a pit in your stomach. A gratefulness in your heart that he's here for you. But it's not there. You're not sure you're feeling anything right now.

"(name), please say something."

Say something.

That's what you said to that other Lockwood.

"I'm not sure what to say," you murmur. "I don't - There isn't -"

Your hand drifts to your chest as if trying to feel for something that isn't there. What are you meant to say? That you feel more violated than you ever have after having a ghost sneak around in your mind and find someone important to you, only to manipulate you? That the Wraith's ghost-lock made you realise things that have offered equal amounts of clarity and confusion? There's too much going on in your head, yet there's not enough at the same time.

All of a sudden, Lockwood is sitting beside you. You have to check his face, to look for those faint freckles and the scar, to determine that it's truly him but, even then, you're on edge.

"The ghost is gone," he assures you. "It's me. I'm the same Lockwood that spilt a glass of water over you at your interview. The same one that embarrassed himself during a rapier practice trying to impress you. Would a ghost know that?"

"I don't -"

Would the ghost have known? It didn't realise he has freckles formed by the summer sun, or that he has a scar on his temple from whacking his head against the floor on a case. It clearly didn't take all that much into account.

"No," you determine. "No, it wouldn't."

When he opens his arms, you fall into his side, glad for his warmth. He's definitely not the ghost. For one point, you'd likely be dead having this much of your body touch a ghost, and, for two, a ghost would never be this warm. His arm rests on your shoulders, and he pulls you closer as if scared to let you go.

"I only want you to be safe," he says quietly. "That's all I've ever wanted."

Your throat feels thick. "I just - I can't spend the rest of my career as an agent cooped up in a house doing nothing but research. That's not what I'm good at. I don't want to be an agent if that's all it entails."

"I won't let you get hurt."

You want to shout at him. To tell him it's not his place to decide that anymore, not after how things ended, but you don't have the energy, nor the willpower. You've barely got the energy to move.

"You're not my boss any more."

"No, I'm not. But I'm still your friend, aren't I?"

The hope in his voice is unmistakable. Even after it all, the fall-out, the months apart, the arguing from these past two days, he still wants to be your friend.

But you have always needed more than that. You spent years happily being his friend and only dreaming of something more, worried that if you told him anything he'd only push you further away. It was coming to a peak around the time the argument happened, the need to have something more than just friendship, and you knew Lockwood felt at least a little bit the same as you, but his fear of loss overclouded it all. It's too much to be near him, to know that there may be an inkling of love for you - romantic love - in that heart of his, and not be able to act on it.

You don't want to get hurt again.

"You can't protect me forever," you say. "We'll both just end up hurt. Look how it ended last time."

His body tenses a little. "I can't keep watching you get hurt."

"And I can't just sit by and do nothing. It's stifling, suffocating."

Here come the emotions, all so suddenly that it feels like a punch to the chest. Abruptly, you move away from Lockwood, dropping the blanket from your shoulders.

"I know you want me to stay - that you don't want me to go back to working at Arif's, but I can't - I can't just stay here under your protection. It's not healthy, Lockwood."

When you stand, he does, too. His gaze is intense, but you don't look away. No, with that numbness slowly disappearing, your need to defend yourself comes back.

"A part of this deal was that you'd leave me alone until I'm ready to speak to you again," you say. "Believe me, Lockwood, I'd love to come back here more than anything, to try and work things out with you, but I can't stay if all you're going to do is ground me like a child. If that's what you propose, then I'm calling in that part of the deal."

It's unfair, you know, and the look in his eyes is killing you, but for your own sanity, it needs to be said. Already, you can feel your throat closing up at the thought of being stuck here, leaving the house for nothing more than grocery runs and research trips.

"Today was different than it usually would've been. We didn't properly know what we were walking into, and there was a type of ghost that doesn't usually appear. Most cases aren't going to be like that!"

Lockwood's hands flex by his sides as he watches you.

"I don't want to have to leave again," you say, and you walk up to him, grasping his shirt in your shaking hands. "Don't make me leave again, Lockwood, please. Nanny me on the cases, wrap me in bubblewrap if you have to, just don't force me out again."

You can see the emotions he's fighting inside his head, reflected in those dark eyes of his. They're usually crinkled from his smile, but now they're so expressive, so different than they usually are, that you can see everything. You can't remember ever seeing him so conflicted before.

"Please, Lockwood," you beg. "We'll figure something out, just don't give me the same ultimatum."

His hands shake as they envelop yours. Your palms have flattened on his chest, and you can feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt. He's breathing hard.

"I don't want you to leave, either," he says quietly. This is as vulnerable as you've ever seen him. "We'll figure it out."

The emotions roiling in your chest ease, and you manage a relieved smile. "Okay."

Things may not be the same anymore, but you're willing to try and make it work.

"Thank you."

Your forehead falls on his chest, and you feel his body relax as his chin comes to rest on the top of your head. Soon, his arms loop around your body, wrapping you in his comfortable warmth.

"I'm sorry about everything," he whispers into your hair. "Truly."

"So am I."

<- part 5

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 4 months

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there's this mother who's hell bent on revenge and wants it to be Violent revenge,

(zira vitani rant incoming, lion king 2 will never let me rest)

there's this mother and she has one oldest son who's mostly useless but throws himself 100% into her bloodthirsty goals in hopes of getting her to notice him, and she has this other son who isn't so keen and eventually defects BUT his challenge to her is still in the end a challenge to fight- the promise that she'd have to go through him to get to her enemies

the first son she mourns after he dies trying to accomplish her revenge. the other son she scars and blames and tells to move and get out of her way, calling him weak, shocked and furious when he refuses

then there is her daughter.

her daughter is vicious and loyal and disciplined, she's the mother's second in command, a soldier who doesn't connive for attention or waver from the cause out of a desire for softness and affection. she's ruthless in battle and strong. she doesn't LOOK like her mother but she feels hard like her, edged in a way her brothers weren't

the daughter is the only child left at this mother's side when she finally goes into battle.

and she's the only one of her children the mother threatens

to kill

gleefully. with a wide, satisfied and bloodthirsty smile

her sons died or challenged her authority yes, but the daughter does something worse, something so deep and sickening it breaks any bond between them in an instant

because Vitani, the daughter, reached out to her mother with peace.

she uses only her words to rebel against Zira, no threat, no snarl or claws, no challenge to a fight. just a quiet plea and an earnest, honestly look begging her mother to stop

now they have a way to end things without fighting, Vitani doesn't want to fight anymore

it's the antidote to everything Zira is.

the whole twisted core that Zira's been surviving off of all this time, the one thing that helped her, soothed her, gave her hope and drove her on is the idea that VIOLENCE is the way to end things.

Scar's song spoke of ambition and lies, power and betrayal, but Zira's lullaby was full of the dying screams of her enemies and their loved ones. the lynchpin of her identity is tearing apart the people she hates, the ones that hurt her, and anyone else standing in her way

Nuka died for it. Kovu stands in her way but he keeps to the rules she understands, and she only tries to move him aside

Vitani. Rejects her.

And doesn't.

Vitani ignores the order to kill and tells her no and leaves her side and chooses to trust in Kiara and goes to stand with Kovu and says Enough, but she also looks to her mother with this plea on her face, searching for Zira, asking her to understand, offering her another way

That's not how. things work. according to Zira. That's- wrong. betrayal, yes betrayal is understandable, but this reaching out with softness and hope is

unforgivable.

Zira does not need anyone to help her. She would rather fall to her death swatting at Kiara's offered paw than accept help

Vitani's peace rejects the very core of Zira's being

she threatens Zira in a way no one else ever has, not even Simba oh so ready to meet her in battle-

Zira molded her children, she raised them and taught them. Kovu who accepted her world, Kovu was ready to fight, Kovu only understood love in being ready to tear apart anyone who threaten the people he cared about- Nuka DIED believing violence would get him what he wanted- Vitani was her perfect soldier, trusted by her, and

and Vitani says no.

her own child- HER weapon- raised by her and yet she

she strikes at the very core of Zira's world, rips control from Zira's claws without even touching her

Zira's rules don't apply to Vitani anymore.

Nuka died and Kovu was ready to fight and Vitani says no, I don't have to do either, there is another way

the loss of control, Hurts. and anyone who hurts Zira must Die.

Control though. Vitani really had taken it all away in that one moment, with those few, WEAK, words. Zira grins in answer and tells her daughter that if she will not fight then she will die as well, not realizing her own power here is already gone

until it's proven to her, when all her other lionesses look at her with Disgust and Disdain, and leave her to follow Vitani's lead instead

power keeps you safe from pain, and power comes from fear and the causing the pain of others, controlling them. so Zira believes, the idea that she digs her claws into and clings to

power is given by others. Vitani never even asked for it. she only asked for peace

power, sometimes, is the word for when you don't want to see someone you know be hurt, and realize you can't stand by and let it happen

like when a pride of lionesses go to stand with their former enemies, protecting a daughter from being killed by her own mother

words won. peace won.

violence and revenge were weaker in the end.

Zira lived just long enough to see it, look away, and die refusing to understand. and in a way, Vitani had already killed a part of her, even before then

... or maybe this movie has finally melted my brain. either way

#zira #vitani #lion king 2 #LK2 #ramble #theory #character analysis

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zapsoda · 7 days

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i think supervillain organizations need human resources too: zapsoda states the obvious for a looooong time

i find black hat fascinating because he is truly sadistic in a way many villains are not and it gives him a really bizarre dynamic with his 2.5 employees.

his sadism is something you have to keep in mind when analyzing all other asepcts of his character because it immediately answers most of the questions that arise throughout. for example:

q. why does he torture and threaten his employees?

a. he enjoys it :3

q. why is he so adamantly opposed to replacing them, despite his supposed contempt?

a. either he doesnt actually dislike them that much, or the catharsis and pleasure from tormenting them all the time makes up for it.

and finally, the one i enjoy the most: why is his favorite employee flug?

obviously, his least favorite is 505, because 505 is like. the embodiment of good. the opposite of evil. hes basically a big fluffy hero which is like. exactly what he hates. you might be asking: why does he let flug keep him around then? the answer:

i just have to trust all the bullshit the wiki says at face value since none of its sources are accessible anymore as far as i can tell.

anyways, that leaves us with flug and demencia. and demencia is like ... the obvious choice. i'm not just like biased cause i'm in love with her shes got it all: she's evil (at least more evil than flug), shes strong as fuck, and she worships bh. that's perfect, isn't it? the thing is, he doesn't seem to like her as much. this is the most evil part about him i think but here's why:

dem looooves him and i don't think he really wants to be loved i think he wants to be feared. he doesn't want people to feel happy when he's around, he's evil. theyre like orin scrivello and arthur denton.

in this regard, dem is a little too crazy for him, in the sense that she does not have the self preservation instincts flug has. she knows when to fuck off so bh doesnt rend her to pieces, but she generally doesnt exhibit the same fear or caution that flug does, because she believes fully that she is sooo awesome and black hat is soo perfect and in love with her that nothing bad will happen ever.

this makes her supremely difficult to fuck with in the traditional sense, because if he tries to do it without some sort of disguise or element of surprise, she'll just make big heart eyes lol. black hat doesnt get his desired reaction, and the interaction is no longer enjoyable for him.

obv, bh still has some attachment to her and does still find ways to screw with her, but it is harder and he has to be more creative. i think what he primarily enjoys about her is how evil she is. this might be a bit far fetched, but in the wrestling episode he clearly loved making her beat the shit out of flug. i think maybe he sees a bit of himself in her. but see, even here he is using her to accomplish the larger goal of getting under flugs skin (literally and figuratively).

so ultimately, we are left with flug. he is (also) entirely loyal and obedient to bh, but also he is scared shitless of the guy. i cannot stress enough that flug sees himself very highly, thus, he values self preservation above most other things. the way he sees it, he is so smart and awesome he can't die or feel immense pain, that would really suck! this is perfect, because it makes him so, so easy to fuck with, and black hat takes advantage of this constantly. its basically his favorite hobby.

this dynamic wouldnt work, of course, if flug didn't also have this weird fucking stockholm syndrome or whatever. he does adore bh. the bit in the opening of the pilot where he dreams of getting like. the mildest praise imaginable from black hat. haunts me esp cause it doesnt seem to come up again after that. he obviously wants to be respected/revered/admired for his intelligence and accomplishments, and from someone who he respects as much as bh even the tiniest crumb of validation is enough. because of that, he will do basically fucking anything for bh.

thus, black hat gets the best of both worlds: 505s fear and eternal suffering and demencias evil love and respect.

#villainous

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Here are my thoughts on each contestant so far (spoilers up to ep. 9). These are just my impressions of their roles in the limited context of the show, not as actual people.

- Lee Si-Won: The mad scientist! My favorite, though not necessarily my favorite to win. Sharp, strong-willed but loyal, and most of all, persistent. She and Seok-jin have incredible synergy. If the competition comes down to the two of them, though, I feel like she wouldn't have the heart to beat him...

- Ha Seok-jin: ...while he would have no such qualms. Crafty, independent, and observant, a real genius when it comes to scheming to an almost scary extent. He's definitely most at home in a "villain" role where he doesn't have to protect anyone. He and Si-Won give me the vibes of a natural talent and a hard worker teaming up instead of fighting over their differences.

- Seungkwan: Actually pretty interesting. Whether he intended to or not, he's the only one who has managed to strike a balance between being a threatening contestant and an exploitable one. He leans more towards the latter, but not to the extent that people are targeting him. In fact, everyone likes him a lot. That's an idol for you.

- Guillaume: Just smart in general. It was especially sly of him to play dumb throughout the first game. Seemed like an all-rounder. It wasn't his or really anyone's fault he got eliminated. His team just had to decide on a strategy early on that they weren't able to change later.

- Kim Dong-Jae: Very similar to Seok-jin. Schemers, the two of them. The main difference is that while Seok-jin is fine with keeping a tight circle or even flying solo, Dong-jae wanted to build trust with others. His fatal mistake during Secret Number was not committing to either closing ranks or cutting off contact with Seok-jin and Si-Woo. I'm very interested in what the writing test for this show was like, for him to be one of the two to get a perfect score.

- Lee Hye-sung: She didn't get to do much. I like that she trusted Dong-jae, but she was too trusting. I think she should've stood her ground and compared numbers with Yu-min first, then leveraged that information to ensure Dong-jae's loyalty. That might have helped Yu-min feel secure enough to not betray them later.

- Seo Yu-min: Way too dependent on others, though she seems to have taken the results of Secret Number to heart. She has the right idea about taking advantage of other people's sympathy for her, but the helpless act only works in the long term if it's just an act and not, you know, real. Also, Seungkwan has already filled the niche she wants. She should make more use of her greatest asset: Joon-bin, who clearly still feels guilty about Secret Number.

- Park Kyeong-rim: She's so sweet. If I had to choose, she's the one I'd want to meet in real life the most. But in the show, she's way too much of an open book and bleeding heart. I like that she's more cautious of Yu-min after Laying Grass, though that just means she'll divert more of her attention to helping Seungkwan.

- Kwak Joon-bin: He's funny because he talks a big game about wanting to turn traitor and cause chaos, but he's a huge softie who refuses to exploit weaker contestants. I don't think he's crafty enough to take down stronger opponents either. He's proven himself as an active participant in the games, which is really all it takes to not be marked as exploitable even if your most of his ideas go unused. But people don't trust him because of his big ol' mouth.

- Seo Dong-joo: Also smart in general, bold. The Si-won to Orbit's Seok-jin, kind of. She's more of Orbit's second-in-command than his partner, though that's only because Orbit is that much of a force of nature while she's content to play a supporting role. She's pretty loyal to Orbit, but she doesn't care that much about the others and only helps them because he does. Even then, she's been having doubts about him since Zoo. I think she could go head to head with Orbit if it comes down to the two of them.

- Orbit: Love him or hate him (looking at you, Si-won), he's incredibly influential. He's so much of a leader that it's kind of stifling. Extremely smart in a technical way, the best at coming up with group strategies based on actual game theory. This complements his "protect the weak" ideology, though that has been breaking down. He can't save everyone, even at the expense of the other team. I think he first realized that after Zoo and then truly accepted it during Laying Grass.

- Cho Yeon-woo: She was too passive, exploitable. But while Seungkwan is loveable and Yu-min is pitiable, she never found an approach that would make someone hesitate about targeting her. I wish she got the chance to show her strengths, but Seok-jin's robbery was frankly a brilliant move so I'm not that mad. I think she should've cozied up to Si-won more, especially by telling her about the safe. Seok-jin would've disapproved but Si-won would've stood up for her.

#the devil's plan

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