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papaya nails and everything nice | op81
hi! i dont really know how to comment on that one, i just get this idea from few videos where oscar actually admitted that he has very interesting relationship with his nails
anyway, is this original? i think it is. is this wholesome? hell yes, we do be supportin in this household. enjoy!
summary: oscar is having an unusual problem but it's nothing a manicure cant fix
warnings: none, i hope that painted nails on a boy arent a trigger
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!mclarendriver (ft. lando)
Oscar had been struggling to get himself together for some time now. As far back as he could remember, he considered himself as organized and put-together person who kept everything in check. However, for the past few weeks he had been the complete opposite—nothing seemed to go his way, he was incredibly scattered, sleeping poorly and was always last-minute everywhere.
This day was no exception to the rule that had persistently dominated Piastri's life for the past few weeks. Hurrying, he entered the garage running late and quickly started changing, not wanting to delay the start of training. His hair was messy, clearly having just detached from the pillow a few moments ago. Y/N observed her friend from the corner of her eye, seeing him struggle with unzipping his jumpsuit. Without hesitation, she approached him and eased his suffering, helping him with the zipper.
"Thanks," he mumbled, throwing a fleeting glance at his friend. Only then did Y/N noticed that Oscar's face was marked by several red streaks.
"Something happened?" she asked, clearly concerned. The recent strange behavior of Oscar had not escaped anyone on the team and she was no exception.
"I overslept, nothing new lately," Piastri casually replied, putting on the jumpsuit and fastening it around his neck. He brushed his hair off his face and only now did Y/N have a full view of his face, where red stripes were visible on his even paler-than-usual skin.
"Yes, that too, but that's not what I meant," she said.
Y/N took her phone and showed him his reflection. He furrowed his brows in surprise but took the phone from her and looked at his face. It was a fact, there were strange red marks on it. After a moment, he figured out why he looked like so this morning.
"They're probably scratches; I must have done them in my sleep."
"Scratches?" she scrunched her eyebrows and involuntarily glanced at his nails when he handed her the phone. Indeed, Oscar's nails could make many girls envious.
Y/N still had something to ask, but she was called to take her place in the car. She didn't have the chance to exchange a single word with Oscar until lunchtime. The couple sat in the cafeteria and as Y/N was familiar with both the old Oscar, whom she had known for several years and the slowly emerging new Oscar, she had never paid much attention to his hands or, more importantly, his nails.
"Has this happened to you before?" Y/N asked when they were both eating lunch and Oscar focused all his attention on what she assumed was his first eagerly awaited meal of the day.
"That I took two portions of rice with vegetables for lunch?" he asked with his mouth full, glancing at her in the meantime "No, honestly, this is my debut."
She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not asking about that. I mean, have you ever looked like you've just met Wolverine?"
"Still have those marks?"
Y/N nodded in response as she continued eating.
Oscar sighed, swallowing what was in his mouth and wondering whether to tell her about the embarrassing nonsense that had haunted him for as long as he could remember. Seeing her curious gaze he decided to confess to her an unusual fact about himself.
"I can't cut my nails."
Oscar threw this statement into the air without much ado. Honestly, at this point in his life where he was and with all the things happening, most of which didn't go the way they should, thinking about things like his unfortunate nails would be total foolishness.
"Oh, really?" she was surprised, but it was the kind of surprise when you hear some fun fact you didn't know before.
"You reacted like I just told you that there are twice as many kangaroos as people in Australia."
"It's quite an unusual thing, you're probably the first person I know who can't do it."
"I don't know if it's something to feel special about, although probably yes since for the rest of the day, I look like I do."
Oscar replied, pointing to his scratched face.
"What's worse," he continued, not interrupting his eating, "Even when I manage to deal with them, it takes a moment and they look the same again. They grow terribly fast."
"If you want, I can help you with them," she offered, glancing at him.
Oscar hesitated for a moment and after that he looked at her uncertainly.
"Could you?"
"Of course!"
Shortly afterward, Y/N's hotel room turned into improvised nail salon. She took her task very seriously, pleased that Oscar allowed her to do anything extra such as cutting his cuticles or giving his hands a massage with a cookie-scented cream.
"You have nice nails," he said when she massaged his hands. Her nails had short square shapes with a matte finish. The color was no surprise; it was papaya orange. "Do PR people dip their fingers in this too?"
Y/N laughed and shook her head.
"No, I just noticed this nail polish in the drugstore and I thought I'd take it. It amused me that this color haunts me everywhere."
"Do you do your nails yourself?" Oscar looked at her with a slight shock. "It must be terribly hard and time-consuming."
"I've been doing them for a few years now and as you can see they are pretty simple, so with each time I get better at it."
She replied, taking a bit more cream. She noticed that he was silently looking at her hands; it seemed that he was particularly paying attention to her nails.
"I can paint yours too if you want."
"Mine?"
Y/N nodded and Oscar looked at her, shocked by how effortlessly she seemed to read his thoughts.
"Painted nails aren't for boys. "
Y/N rolled her eyes.
"Anyone can have painted nails, Oscar."
"Zac would be pissed at me. PR people probably too."
"Fuck Zac, fuck PR people," she looked him in the eyes. "Everyone has the right to look how they want, so if Lewis can have earrings and tattoos, Alex could have red hair, then you or any other guy can have painted nails."
Oscar hesitated for a while, looking at her uncertainly. He was silent for a moment, thinking hard. However, he decided that it was time to finally do something contrary to the norm. He has stuck to the rules and regulations all his life, so it's time to make a small concession that won't harm anyone.
"Can you make them for me with a shiny finish?"
Y/N smiled and nodded, hurriedly getting off the bed and grabbing her bag with all the supplies. The smile on Oscar's face appeared with each painted nail, pushing away his fears and insecurities.
When the girl started finishing his other hand after more than an hour, Lando came into the bedroom without any warning, complaining about his friends and the fact that none of them had replied to any of his messages for over forty minutes.
When Norris noticed what he was witnessing, he opened his mouth in shock and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets. Both Oscar and Y/N knew their friend's unfiltered chatter, so they mentally prepared themselves for some comment from him. But beside that, he hurriedly took off his shoes and all excited sat on the bed, rolling up his sleeves.
"Oh my God! Will you do mine too?"
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I dont know if I’ve ever discussed this particular head-canon so I’m gonna do it now. As always I love to hear thoughts on my theories so don’t be afraid of reblogging with tags and the comment section!
I don’t think spider noir goes by the name Peter Parker in his universe, I think he goes by Benjamin Urich.
NOW LET ME EXPLAIN
It’s not just convenient to have a different name than Peter Parker meta wise for distinguishing the different universe’s Parkers, I have actual reasoning. But first we have to talk about universe 90214 Ben Urich, the original. (This is going to b very generalized)
This version of Urich is an investigative reporter, who was really good at his job. So good in fact he’s associated with the likes of J Jonah Jameson(in this universe the bugle is a real newspaper who reports the facts despite criminal/political threats). There’s a lot implied that he used to work a lot more closely with Jonah and Felicia Hardy to run an information network, or web, to inform the public and keep organized crime in check. This is what earned him the name the ‘Spider’. To reiterate, the spider was an anonymous identity that few knew Urich was. However, over time he became addicted to drugs and began to take cuts from the organized crime he was supposedly working against. More specifically: the Goblin, who’s basically a mob boss in this universe. He had gone dirty, which is why I suspect his previous colleagues put some distance between them.
Fast forwards: Urich takes on Peter Parker as an apprentice after getting him out of a fight with some of Goblin’s goons outside of a protest. Peter becomes largely frustrated working for Urich due to just watching and reporting instead of doing something, this is evident during the apartment fire scene. Peter wants revenge on the Goblin for the death of Ben Parker and keeps pushing for Urich to go after him, but because of Urich’s deal with Goblin he essentially gives Peter busy work. This ultimately leads to Peter getting his powers. Later on Peter finds out that Urich has been hoarding information on the Goblin but is getting drugs from the Goblin so he’s not releasing it. He’s angry, there’s a shouting match. This ultimately inspires Urich to publish the Goblin’s information but also causing him to be killed by the chameleon in retaliation. While this was happening Peter swings in in his spider gear and mask to attack the goblin. They all assume this is Urich underneath the mask, and call him the spider. And later on people assume this masked spider is the same one who ran the information web.
Now as to the why I think Peter took the name Benjamin Urich: As seen above Peter is very much taking Urich’s place. He’s already taking the Spider’s name and it’s very convenient to have another alias to use with it. Especially one that people(from the underground at least) already associate the spider with. It’s quite literally perfect, too perfect, but that’s another post and has to do with the spider god. We already know he has a lot of heavy feelings with the name Benjamin for his uncle as well as his own middle name, which could be used against this theory. With that said I also think in this universe Peter doesn’t feel a whole lot like Peter after the spider bite. And maybe it’s gradual, but it most certainly starts with the spider bite/god. He is not the same person by the end of his run to say THE LEAST. Taking on a new identity, especially the one of Ben Urich, a man who wanted to do good, to be good but fell short, who wanted a second chance and didn’t really get it, would be a fantastic way narratively for Peter to express that.
And finally, because this Peter Parker is not the Peter Parker that May wanted him to be, but he is exactly who Benjamin Urich wanted him to be.
#I WANT TO HEAR PEOPLES OPINIONS ON THIS ONE#spider noir HC#also I think the other spiders call him either Benjamin#Benj#or Benji#avoiding the name ‘Ben’ like the fucking plague#IK A LOT OF YOU ALREADY HEADCANON HE GOES BY A BEN VARIATION SO HERES ANOTHER EXCUSE TO DO IT#spider noir conspiracies#benjamin urich#Ben parker#may Parker#peter benjamin parker#spider man#spider noir#spidernoir#Spider-Man noir#spiderman noir#earth 90214#j jonah jameson#jj jameson#felicia hardy#goblin#Norman Osborn
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This weekend I decided to read Tim Drake: Robin or whatever it's called because I wanted to see what Tim was up to. I dont particularly like new comics. Ok no, im being too kind. I stopped reading comics all together because I hate them. I only read new earth bby. Granted, New Earth comics have their flaws, I just feel there is better chance to run into good writing as opposed to current comics where I have to wonder how people get away with what they publish. But that's besides the point.
Or perhaps, it's adjacent. I digress.
So I read the comic. All ten issues. Perhaps, I was feeling generous or particularly masochistic. And I have to say: I absolutely hated it.
I know, big surprise.
I don't like Bernard. I knew he was a stale cardboard cut out the moment I read the original special where he made his reappearance. Im not even going to talk about how he used to be, who he is now is just boring. He's such a typical love interest - so safe and without risk nor real flaws. The issue with his internal dialogue was so...amateurish. all the cooking mentions, what actually happens in the issue was so ridiculous.
Im not gonna mention the art in the first issues, everyone knows it was...art. it was some kinda art. But art nonetheless.
Tim was written like such a dumbass, its a SHOCK to me he was ever referred to as detective by Ra's. Lol. And look I know Tim can be stupid. But he was so baffingly stupid, I even felt insulted for his stale saltine of a boyfriend when he assumed Bernard had to be even stupider than him.
That issue at the restaurant, i couldn't fathom how tim could come up with such excuses to run away. Not only that, he runs away during moments that are pretty crucial to his relationship. Like, if bernard was as stupid as Tim thinks he is, he would have broken up with him because hes never there. But now that we know Bernard has at least one braincell, its the only thing that he has going for him, even if its ridiculous, he should break up with him for being so brashly looked down on. The dude has no self respect.
I feel there is some issue with the writing when it comes to depicting intelligence that is greater than your own. Its tricky, i know. But its so apparent, I just - Tim was just SO out of character it was making me angry to read it. His mistakes were so obvious and grave. And the mysteries/crimes were also so basic. I roll my eyes at every mention of sherlock holmes tbh. I didnt mind the actual villain cause im a sucker for pseudo romantic /obsessive vibes, but to make it all a sherlock/moriarty thing was just as stale as bernard.
Anyway, that's all I'll whine about. I'll erase it from my brain now. Thanks.
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Hi! First of all, wanted to say that you are wonderful for still doing some little fun stuff for RC9GN fandom! I can't say how much I appreciate seeing the activity in the tag from you! Thank you.
Now, the reason I'm sending an ask, is I have a few suggestions/ideas that I wondered you might be interested to hear? If not, feel free to ignore this! ;D its totally cool.
You mentioned in the DTIYS post that you might be getting busy since the break is ending, and it got me thinking, maybe DTIYS could be extended for other artists? Like, if you are busy that week, or do not have an idea for DTIYS (or just dont feel like it, we all have those days lol), you can do a sort of 'feature artist for the week' to do a DTIYS drawing? I understand there might be a contacting/scheduling problem with that idea, but you can always just make a post/notice and see if anyone wanted to do this/next week DTIYS.
If you are worried about the complexity of the featured art, you can also make a list of requirement for DTIYS (like, only a single character, no/little background, props, themed and etc), so it would be relatively similar for everyone?
It also will give you an opportunity to participate in DTIYS too rather than just make it, if you wanted to! I kinda feel bad that you seem to do all the work, even if I know that you are doing it from love to this fandom haha.
Another idea I wanted to offer/discuss is the polls! I actually thought poll/episode bracket idea was a fun one, but i know its not the most favorite one. However, maybe it could be sorta implemented in DTIYS? Maybe a poll for a character/theme/episode-related idea for DTIYS people would want to see next week? It doesn't have to be constant polls every week, maybe just occasional if you do not feel particularly inspired that week, it could give you an idea?
I know that you started these new smaller events, because they were less stressful and urgent than prompt week/month, but still fun enough to engage with! If these ideas seems like too much worry/work, I totally get it.
Anyway, I wish you a good day! Thanks for reading.
(also ur art is ridiculously adorable ok bye)
Sorry for the delayed response!! You wrote a lot of good points and I wanted to make sure I addressed them all <3
The post was getting a bit long, so it's under cut. TL;DR I think I'm going to treat this year as a test run and then create a more formal one for next year! That will involve a Google Forum probably(?), but do note that one of the questions will be on a specific date. One problem I've found with events is the time they take place. Not planning on moving Ninjavember's month, but that for example is sandwiched between October/Inktober and December/Holidays/Finals, so it can get busy. Considering this is a new event, I want to give people in the fandom currently the freedom to kinda pick and choose when this might be done.
I think extending the DTIYS event idea to other artists is a great idea! I know that I started this rather suddenly without warning, so people weren't given a sooner notice, but if I do this again, I can perhaps create a forum for people to submit things to or have people submit things here. Nothing super formal (because organizing that might get messy), but that way it can feel a bit more like a community event :D
For this event, I'm kinda sort of just drawing by the week, so if anyone wants to submit stuff now, that's totally fine too! Worst case is we have more than 5 by the end of April, and that's definitely not a bad thing lol
As for complexity of DTIYS prompts, I wanted to keep it varied for fun, but I also think focusing on simple doodles is fine. At least then, it gives people more of chance to focus on their style first rather than figuring out how to draw a car or something (bane of my existence)
I also like your idea for polls, and perhaps if we do a more formal one for this next year, we can implement that.
#NOTE: there's also a possibility this is justa one time thing#the downside of being in a small fandom womp womp#still though. these are fun to organize imo#totally appreciate the thorough message!#feedback is always good!!#long post#anon#ask#rambles
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Finsihed GO2 yesterday and its taken me a while to put my thoughts into words but heres my (very long) takeaway from the end of s2:
[spoilers for the last 15 mins of 2.06 beneath the cut]
Whilst neil's 'quiet, gentle and romantic' feels now somewhat misleading i think it is accurate in a sense; its quieter than season one at least. Season one is more about these external pressures - it's the end of the world, obviously - but our focus really for much of the series is on aziraphale and crowley's relationship and how those pressures and that situation changes their relationship: pulls their desire to be with eachother, to be 'on their own side' into the open. And that's great, you know, that spurs on their relationship, but I think the conflixts of series 2 are - at least definitely by the end - far more internal, and whilst thats upsetting, I think its important because it exposes some of the flaws in their relationship, the things that they fundamentally dont align with eachother on. As nina and maggie point out, in all the 6000 years they've been spending time with eachother they dont properly communicate, they dont talk about their real feelings and perceptions of eachother, of heaven, of hell, etc.
What that final scene really shows is that aziraphale, whilst i dont think he is under any illusion about how cruel and flawed heaven can be, he still believes that angels are (or can be), and crucially that he is 'one of the good guys', and he cant get past this idea that hell and demons are 'the bad guys'. The part of crowley that he is really drawn to is his kindness, his refusal to actively harm people, and i think aziraphale doesnt understand how crowley wouldnt jump at the chance to be an angel again, he doesnt understand that falling affected crowley, it changed him - i think aziraphale almost wants crowley to go back to being that angel that we see at the start of series 2. In his eyes, what the metatron is offering him is the best possible solution, he can try to fix heaven himself from the inside - so that he can make a difference and protect both himself and crowley - and he can have crowley by his side as an angel, as one of the good guys.
Crowley on the other hand doesnt want that - he's done with heaven and hell alike, in fact he's very self-centred: not in the sense he only cares about himself, but his care only really extends to himself and aziraphale. And we see that throughout both series: hes ready to abandon the earth and go off to alpha centauri with aziraphale, and than this season with his reluctance at helping gabriel - hes so set on this idea of runninh away and he refuses to accept that aziraphale isnt ready to let go of heaven. Running away has never interested aziraphale, he doesnt want to abandon the earth - but crowley doesnt listen to that. The problem in this scene is that neither of them actually listen to what the other one is proposing.
I think, it's easy, or its very possible to come out of that final scene feeling like aziraphale is in the wrong - crowley has confessed his feelings and aziraphale's 'rejected' him, but actually thats not what happening at all. Throughout the scene, both of them are very clear that they love eachother, they want to be with eachother: see crowley's 'we could be an us' but also aziraphale's 'i need you... come with me'. So what they're disagreeing on is not the possibility of their relationship, its the circumstance.
And then... the kiss. The kiss is such a beautiful moment for me, not because i think its positive in any way, i actually think its almost uncomfortable to watch - you can see aziraphale recoiling almost, and yes theres a bit of a internal battle there as he goes to put his arms around crowley and then stops himself, but when they pull apart you can see he's almost angry. He wants it, yes, but hes angry at crowley for going about it in that way, at that moment. And that kiss, really its not a grand romantic gesture, its not a 'ive been hiding these feelings and this is the only way i can express them' - crowley's desperate, hes angry and this is really his last ditch effort, to tempt aziraphale, really. It's almost manipulative, its using something that couldve been beautiful, couldve been something they both wanted for a long time to bring aziraphale around to his side - to say 'look, look at what you're giving up here'.
Essentially, they have spent literally thousands of years failing to talk to eachother and a fall out like this (whilst it was absolutely devastating) is sort of required before they can truly be together.
#good omens season 2#good omens 2#good omens#good omens season 2 spoilers#aziraphale#crowley#crowley x arizaphale#ineffable husbands#the ending well and truly broke me#i sat through the credits in total silence
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UMM I NEED TO SEE HOW YOU PORTRAY LIU PLS AND THANK YOU
imma be real with you im in love with the idea of what liu COULD be but have never cared to actually look into his story or whatever SO ? we are going based off vibes my twisted mind has created. whether it makes sense or not or isnt “liu” or whatever I DONT CARE ! i havent put any dedication or thought into any character besides jeff LMFAO so i am struggling to grasp my idea of liu’s character. i’ll def work on it though in the future methinks
liu has aggressive moments with you. he doesnt exactly mean to be so rough but its so damn difficult when you refuse to talk to him or when you stare for too long at the stitches and scars on his face. stop staring at him like that. stop it. stop.
it’s a red blur for him when he becomes someone he “isnt”. your cries, begs for forgiveness and apologies falling from your lips breaks his heart after he’s calmed down and all that’s left is broken objects, his knuckles bare and bloody and your body trembling on the floor and shaking with sobs as you tell him you’re sorry over and over like a broken record. it hurts liu to see you like that, it wasnt him that did it.. it couldn’t be him. liu wasnt like that. that had to be someone else— sully is who he called his bursts of anger. maybe he really did become a totally different person when provoked like his brother would claim way back in the past. maybe he really did morph into a monster from time to time but it was not liu and dont you ever try to say it was. just nod your head and agree to whatever he says because its best that way. things always go smoothly when you obey and comply and he’s happy when you do so why dont you just stay that way.
liu tries to hold you often at night and gets irritated when you tense up or try to pull away from his eerily warm touch. “it’s just me. why are you so scared?..” it takes a lot to run his patience out too. he wants to give you multiple chances to fix your mistakes and he wont immediately bash your head into the closest object like jeff would. liu likes to claim he is very caring, just like mom always was towards him. he’s trapped in his own sick fantasy of living a happy life with you to the point where he will ramble to you about all of his thoughts and ideas and plans for you to the point where it makes your skin crawl over some of the things he’s said. one time he mentioned wanting to cut a piece of your hair off so he could smell it and be reminded of you when he’s not with you. another time he said he wanted to slice off some of your skin and keep it forever so it’s like you’re always with him when he has to leave. and another time he whispered how badly he wanted to cut your stomach open, pull your guts out and crawl inside of you. it’s insane the terrible things he’s said and thought were surely “romantic” but only left you sleepless and fearful for your life.
liu plays this pretend dream on loop and it’s best if you go along with it. accept his “love”, accept his thoughtful “gifts”, accept and thank him for keeping you “protected” from the bad men that want to take you from him. you’ll start spiraling too along with him. as much as you fight it and try to stay determined on keeping your sanity, it’s difficult when a man that pretends to be sane and shows you twisted acts of affection starts to make your mind slip a little deeper into that darkness with each passing day chained up in a bedroom of a unfamiliar home. and how giddy he feels when you start to give in to his touches and words. but if you tried to get away? if you managed to escape his tight grip on your life? you’re a dead fucking girl because liu will cry and scream in agony for days before anger boils over in his veins and it wont be liu who finds you, oh no it will be sully who begins his mission of retrieving the lost little lamb who led herself astray in the dangerous dense woods.
#— cadie answers#— nonnies#is this good ? fuck no LMFAO im actually so sorry for any liu whores </3#i never read his “backstory” or whatever and i dont even read liu fics to get a grasp of him SO IM SORRY#this is so bad i will work on his character in the back of my mind sometimes LFMAO i hope this is fine someone please tell me if this is ba#or if its actually fine i need a liu fucker to let me know LMFAODOQODOOWDI
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regarding the poll, the answer depends on your longterm plans. milquetoast procrastinates deciding how you feel about spending time with your dad in the long run in case you dont wanna cut him off or arent decided. the actual truth could have the effect of rejection and thus be (or lead to) a decision to reduce or even remove him from your life.
this is really what it came down to, yknow? what do i want my relationship with him to look like going forward
excuse is familiar, expected, how we have always operated
i’m very tired of vague nonspecific bullshit, i have bigger fish to fucking fry and more important places to spend my energy
so i said: if you’re ever out this way on your own or with [my brother] i’d love to meet up, but i don’t want to spend time with [affair partner].
and i do feel like a badass for telling the truth. even though he doesn’t deserve that vulnerability from me, i am the person who will give every chance to make a new choice. i feel like i’ve got my own back and i’ve got my sister’s and my brother’s and my two moms’, too.
i’m done with complacency and peacekeeping in the name of not rocking the boat! and whatever happens from this, i have made a choice that makes me feel powerful and in control of my own damn self and my own damn life.
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well i have written out lil outlines of ways you could potentially rewrite each route in three hopes to generally work and flow better, one of the things i wanna stop and consider for a moment is "what if we reworked the entire thing? just gut, new draft entirely".
for the sake of simplification were going from the premise that a warriors game about three houses has to be made for whatever reason. SO! what are some ideas we could go for here?
-the hyper fanservicy route. now that might seem a bit odd considering hopes is in many ways rather 'fanservicy' in the manners in which it panders to people and constructs itself. the issue there however is that said pandering is used in an attempt to basically cheat into story that wants to be taken seriously. this 'hyper fanservice' would have no such complications, in fact its aim would be to be effectively as innocuous and ridiculous as possible.
in other words, ya know how dimitri being a competent and powerful fighter in houses is blown up to an almost ludicrous degree hopes? to the point that claude outright states in a cutscene he needs more then one person on hand to even stand a chance in subduing dimitri ontop of cutscenes where dimitri tanks magic blasts and tears through enemy soldiers with ease? think a game that would basically be a bunch of moments like that pushed even further and excuses to get to those moments.
which is also why id argue in a scenario like this a central plot wouldn't really work, instead a scattershot approach of many little stories of different scenarios i feel would be a better approach for a 'head empty, only fan service' kinda approach like this [say sothis talking to byleth about viewing 'fragments of time' and basically narrating the twilight zone going 'woah, wasn't that some wacky shit?' dlc would also probably slide into this format a bit better and easier which would please the shareholders].
-the twist of fate approach, where we get alternate versions of the lords. and i dont mean in the fanfic approach of 'now dimitri is claude, edelgard is dimitri and claude is edelgard!'. rather, taking their established histories and providing 'twists' that lead to different personalities and problems to tackle.
for example, an edelgard that never underwent the experiments, runnin around with her original brown hair colour and more bratty qualities that we get a brief glimpse of in dimitris flashback, how would that edelgard navigate the political intrigues going on in the empire? a dimitri that responded to the tragedy of duscur differently perhaps and became more openly depressive/reclusive like marianne [idk, im open for better suggestions on that one]? a claude whos mother was almyran and came to fodlan and thus grew up on the fodlan side of the border with his prominent almyran heritage instead of the other way around, and how that would shift his perspective on things in fodlan and his perspective on almyra? then ya twist the other characters of the houses accordingly and drop byleth into that setup.
-the delivering on the frakin box art approach. ie, actually having an fe warriors centered on a potential conflict and rivalry between shez and byleth, as opposed to how its sidelined as a b-plot in hopes proper. in this manner id say the best approach would be having the prologue of getting your ass handed and friends killed by byleth but instead cutting directly to the timeskip continent wide war phase. shez gets wind of a war brewing and figures the best opportunity they're gonna get to meet byleth again on the battlefield is now, and so run off to get hired by one of the three lords who are putting out calls for mercs. this is where the routes split, shez picking out any one of the 'opportunities' to chase after at the players discretion. from there the first few chapters would deal with being a merc at the bottom of the ladder, getting some new characters for each of the different routes who are fellow mercs struggling for reputations alongside ya, before ya get your big break in the form of recognition from the respective route lords and get to tag along on missions with them and the other 'house students'.
on scarlet blaze it'd more so be hubert who recognizes shezs potential 'utility' with edelgard being rather distant and chilly as a red emperor usually would be in this scenario but goes along with huberts advice, shezs role here being more so running edelgards dirty work over the course of the war and running into and battling byleth accordingly, edelgard never really coming to trust shez fully but coming to consider them a 'useful ally' regardless. with the big reward at the end of the route being 'you get paid and edelgard gives you a high five' to kinda emphasize that lack of true trust. additionally id have it so that edelgard is perhaps the least concerned over the whole byleth rivalry thing, shez can do what they want there its their business as byleths just another mercenary resisting edelgards vision for the future and so must be destroyed regardless and all that palaver.
on golden wildfire claude, looking for allies and any edge he can get and maintain in a war thats suddenly gotten hot, recognizes shez as a useful asset in such a war due to their growing exploits and thus seeks to curry favor with them offering rewards and even postions of authority and power cause 'thats how mercenaries work right, they want money and fame'. in this manner claudes tendency to keep himself closed off out of fear of getting hurt physically or emotionally would be at the forefront here, hes placing as much trust in you as he places in the golden deer out of genuine interests in shezs capabilities, but hes never quite ready to reach out for a companionable relationship with shez or any of the golden deer here, the 'walls of his heart' being kept firmly up effectively. hence claude kinda dangles shez getting a crack at byleth as a carrot to keep em happy in the mindset of 'i scratch your back you scratch mine' even as shez tries to form a more genuine companionship, the culmination being claude finally coming to trust shez even as the walls of his heart never go down.
and on azure gleam, dimitri seeking to bulk up his forces and recognizing a good opportunity when he sees it, gets shez onboard as a talented mercenary turned army commander to bulk up his battered forces after the recent civil unrest and to prove a point politically in the vein of his 'army of commoners' idea, raising commoners to knighthood and all that. thus shezs dealings with dimitri would be centered on that awkward build up of trust from 'were using each other for personal/political ends' to 'we are comrades who care for each others safety', shez working their way into dimitris circle of friends/comrades effectively along with the whole messaging of 'you cant shoulder all these burdens alone dimitri' playing a part in that build up of camaraderie. on the byleth angle though, dimitri would be the most vocally combative over whether or not they could just hire byleth and work out their differences instead, only really relenting on the matter when shez expresses their desire for vengeance leaving 'the decision up to you[shez]', out of respect on the matter/acknowledgement of his own demons.
then of course youd have the hidden chapters from recruiting byleth that lead into a full mini route this time, of working with byleth out of necessity, coming to respect them and overcoming their differences to put their grudge behind them, before diverging back into the originally chosen route with some alterations due to byleths presence.
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Whumptober day 21: Famous Last Words
Fandom: Soul Eater
Prompts;
Cough up blood
"You're safe now."
"Take me instead."
*insert appropriate emoticon here.*
Like I have any actual idea of what I'm writing….
Looking back, Maka wondered which mistake truly led to this outcome. Was it the one where they were sent out in the first place? Half the team sick but refusing to rest, the other halfs attention split between them and the mission? Was it their own fault for not objecting more? Could they be blamed for the adults stubborn stupidity? Their example leaking onto the sick members who just want to prove themselves?
But no, it was probably their own faults. Maka is stubborn too, she should have turned dow the mission, being the only Meister not sick. And since she didnt, she should have been more vigiliant in watching her team, so that they didnt get split up like they did. It wasnt their fault then was it?
It was hers.
…
Maka jumps over another projectile, pulling Patty out of the way as she lands. Tsubaki cuts through the large root in her way as she joins them once again.The escaped weapon before them is far more powerful than their teachers claimed, and Maka is almost sure they've been helped by a witch. The trees and their roots are being used against them, and they cant seem to get close enough to do any harm to the crazed weapon.
"Tsubaki-" Maka starts, not taking her eyes from their advesary.
"Lets try it!" Tsubaki agrees, already knowing her suggestion, she transforms into her chain sythe and falls into Makas waiting hands.
"Patty, dont die!" Maka warns, getting a manic laugh before they both charge forward.
Fighting flying trees is a good way to loose steam, so Maka focuses more on pulling herself past the trees using Tsubaki in the hope they get closer to their target. Shes pleased to find how easy it is to wield her friend, the style is different from what shes used to of course, but shed say they make a great team. Maka misses Soul though, as she knows Tsubaki misses Black*Star, they need to finish this and locate their sick friends before they get hurt. Who knows what trouble those boys will get into and drag poor Liz around with them.
Maka pushes the guilt back as she finally sees an opening, Patty poses a distraction and Maka reels back to throw Tsubaki-
Everything moves in slow motion, coming to a halt hard enough to rock her bones. Tsubaki transforms beside her, Patty stopping in a crouch a little ways off. The sudden halt is due to what now stands in their path. Held by two tendrils from the whip like weapon, Black*Star and Liz are unconscious in their grip and looking worse off than when they began.
"Seems I found some broken play things. Do you always leave your toys unattended? I think I'd like to play with them, hmm?" They swing the two a bit and the girls hold hands out- to placate or catch or even strangle, they do not know.
"Wait!" Maka calls, and the tendrils stop, "as you said. They're broken already, wouldn't you like a new one?" Tsubaki sends her a sideways look, but Maka pays it no mind.
"What are you babbling girl?" They sneer, squinting in her direction.
"Take me instead. I'm sure you'll get more out of me than them. They're useless to you."
"Hmmm two for one doesn't seem fair."
"We could always go back to battling if you'd like. No time to play then."
Maka can practically feel the two looks burning into her, but obviously her friends have no better plan. With those two sick and unconscious, they have little choice. And Kid and Soul are still lost, Maka at least could offer a distraction. To make up for her mistakes, and get the others a chance to run.
A tendril wraps around her as Liz and B*S are thrown into the others. She's pulled forward with no resistance, their full attention focused on their new play thing.
…
Patty is oddly silent as she holds her sister close, hidden some ways away from the weapon. Tsubaki casts a worried look her way as she binds a cut on Black*Stars arm. Another yell from the direction they'd left their friend has her jaw clenching tighter. Tsubaki loved her friend dearly and respected her decision making abilities, but she really needed to have a talk with her about self worth.
They could have come up with something else, they needed to. They couldn't leave Maka in that weapons hold. But Patty couldn't transform without a meister or her sister, and both were out of the question. *Star was still unconscious and Tsubaki wouldn't trust him with scissors much less her weapon forms. So she needed to come up with something, Patty could protect these two, while she…
Oh, there had to be something she could do!!
A groan and Tsubaki's head snaps to look at Liz, she gasps, fever heavy eyes looking around with little to no recognition. She struggles in her sisters hold before Patty leans their foreheads together,
"It's okay sis, you're safe now. I got it from here." Liz settles, pulled back into healing sleep, before Patty meets Tsubaki's eyes, "lets go kick some butt."
She wants to object, she wants to tell her to stay and protect their friends, but she can't do this alone. She gives another look at the two resting souls before a small plan trickles into being.
"Patty, does your sister still carry that compact?"
…
Maka stays awake with sheer willpower, keeping up short commentary to keep the weapons interest on her. She's slammed into another tree, knocking the wind from her lungs as something besides the bark cracks. Tossed and held upside down like a ragdoll, something bubbles in her throat and she coughs with the little air she has. Warm liquid escapes, splattering and no doubt making a mess of things, herself included.
The tinge she sees in her blurry eyesight tells her it's probably blood.
"That all you got?" She croaks, trying for a cocky grin that's probably more manic and blood stained than anything.
The grin she gets in return is less than pleasant and she prepares herself for more pain.
"Hey stink butt!" Their attention is drawn to the side, where Patty sticks her butt out and taunts "nanananana!" Then blows a raspberry as she darts around.
The weapon is obviously offended, as he throws things towards Patty, who dodges every one. Maka is a bit confused at whats happening, but with all the blood rushing to her head, she's in no shape to do anything about it.
Tsubaki sneaks from shadow to shadow, her eyes trained on an unprotected back. She's closer than they had gotten before, a little closer still and she'll be able to act. She's not expecting the tree she uses for cover to become a projectile, and her window of opportunity is closing. She gives herself some momentum then quickly transforms, spinning towards them. Her element of surprise is lacking now though, he moves, but not fast enough. She slices through his arm, the limb cut clean through, and lands in a slide.
The weapon screeches, flailing and clutching. Maka is swung this way and that, looking ready to pass out- or worse.
Tsubaki tries to find another opening, to free Maka or end this all, when a familiar pink blast flies by, she turns to see a barely standing Kid holding a smoking gun. The bullet cuts clean through the tendril holding Maka and Tsubaki races forward to catch the blonde.
The weapon, infuriated now, goes to attack again when they are sliced clean in half. A swaying Soul left in the wake, as he stared blearily at the weapons soul before him, tainted redish. Not keshin, but not pure either. It would do them no good, Soul wished he could slice it up some more, but there were more important things.
"She needs help."
#whumptober2022#no.21#coughing up blood#take me instead#youre safe now#soul eater#fic#sick characters#angst#bamf girls#blood#creepy them#maka angst#open ending#cliffhanger#is more acurate#the girls could have handled it#but ya know
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Amber can you imagian. Curtis all hard edges and sharp words becoming flustered and uncertain if you actually for real are tender with him? When you dont want anything FROM him. Just HIM? the Man who always had to give is uterly in shock when he RECEIVES without expectation.
This makes me think of Curtis from Wilfords Demands (I miss that hectic couple) So this is a little scenario I'm picturing with them-
You sat curled on the chair, nervous as he stomps back into his room. Sweat and blood run down his face, the blood from a nasty cut near his temple. His nose looked swollen and for sure there was going to be a black eye for him in a few hours. You took a chance while he sat on the end of the bed, wincing as he flexed his hands. "What happened to you Curtis?"
He shot a glance, blue eyes giving you a chill with how stern they glanced at you. "Ensuring we have a decent place to stay on the train." Curtis snapped out, his pain making him short at the moment. He didn't miss your wince at his reply, cursing himself for his harshness. He didn't want you to hate having to be here with him. His next effort was gentler, explaining why he was coming back to the room looking like he did.
"Wilford has us train in a fighting rink, entertainment for the front enders." Curtis absently rubbed at his sore knuckles and although he didn't notice, you did. Some of them were split and had yet to scab over. "Those of us that are better at it, well... we stay in the better rooms. Our charges... You... get the better rooms, better food. Enables you to be better taken cared of."
You unfolded from your seat and went to grab a cloth and first aid kit from the bathroom. Curtis thought you were just going to hand it to him, he didn't expect you to kneel in front of him so you could wipe at his knuckles and open the kit to sort through it, preparing to bandage him. "And in return we, the charges, have your children." You filled in the rest and he clenched his jaw, remaining silent for a moment.
"We don't have a choice Y/N."
You dabbed at his knuckles, inspecting his hands. You missed the look of awe and sadness that crossed his features at your genuine kindness to him. Something he hadn't experienced without a cost in the time he has lived on the train.
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I’d love to hear more of your Tony/Maria thoughts. For me I liked their meeting better in 21 and though I miss the light heartedness of their relationship, it was interesting seeing Maria point out a lot of societal issues to Tony. It’s a difficult couple to write Imo
Omgomg i finnally have the chance to go off
They sure are difficult to write i mean with what happened in the fight, with bernardo and riff and chino and then tony going to maria like nothing happened and begging (but not really) for her forgivness bc a womans love clears all mens sins.... i cant be that mad tho there's just something very special about them, for me at least, but some of it did made me mad in 2021 and i'll tell you why.
Well, i'll begin the the good bc i do agree with you nonny, i really loved how active Maria was in this ver, it felt like a different character than 1961 in some ways, it's as if she had more screentime too and i smiled every time she spoke bc she was speaking in spanish and in facts. How she spoke her mind to her brother and sis-in-law and then to tony to tell him how pointless and ridiculous a fight between both sides is bc one side is in clear disadvantage against the other... and bc she just doesn't want anyone to get hurt!!!!!! And what bothers me about the train scene is that tony was always trying to get the conversation to focus on him and his side, and yk what i get it! Riff is his bestie but why is he constantly bringing him up to get Maria to stop talking about stopping the fight.
another thing is that Maria also talked about her future plans, going to college, and doing something with her life (which wasn't something she brought up in 1961) and it just never gets adressed ever again(?) It could have been useful to support their plan to run away together but it just wasn't used because of reasons.
And then we have tony *takes a deep breath* i have a problem with 2021 tony and i'm tired of pretending i'm not. I'm gonna ignore the fact that he was played by *@&#*$&#*$# and go straight to the way he was writeen. It was fine until that scene in the mini market *cries in latina* and then he said he wanted to find a puerto riqueña girl just like doc because???? I dont even remember but thats enough for me to remember, it felt like he just wanted someone like that bc he envisioned the "perfect couple" and thats what it looked like (and tbh i feel as if he didn't change that mindset much but anyway). And the way he cuts maria off when she's talking about something important, more important that whatever relationship he has with his ex gang, is just weird.
There was something else about tony but right now i dont remember ;-;
Now....what i really have a problem with is the way THAT scene on the bedroom was handled. I know it's like the most controversial part of the show bc why would Maria sleep with the guy who killed her beloved brother. But at least 1961 tony explained why he did it, he said he had no choice bc her brother had killed his bestie (still questionable but yeah) and 2021 tony explained....nothing he didnt say a damn thing to try to get maria to calm down a little, he just stayed there waiting for maría to get over her completely understandable breakdown and he was ready to go before making sure she was ok i'm- *flips a table*
I guess there are other things that people smarter than me could point out but this is just what came to my mind first.
Even as i say all this, i really love wss 2021, every musical number is larger than life and the way so many things changed form 1961 and worked better than 1961 makes me so happy. This was actually the only movie i was excited for during the last 3-4 years i think. But 1961 is also close to my heart bc there's something about that ver that is really dreamy (the meeting scene for example) while 2021 went for a more realistic aproach. I love both of them. But i'm a sucker fo the "and the world disapeared leaving only them" trope in romance.
I could go on and on about what i liked about wss 2021 but this is already a long post 😭.
But yeah i think my biggest problem with this ver. is tony and maria's relationship. Everything else was chef's kiss.
#thanks for the ask! ^-^^^^^#west side story 2021#west side story#chino showed up and said i won't hesitate bitch#and then he didn't
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Tw: mention of self harm, depression
Im so fucking tired. I want to sleep but my adhd medication wont let me. I have so many friends but im always lonely. I feel like none of them actually like me. My best friends assure me they love me all the time but any time im not talking to someone I immediately get lonely. Im always sad, all the time. I want to cry so much. I want to sob, bawl my eyes out and let all the sadness flow out with the tears. At 2 am I get bored and take out my knife. At this point i cant even tell if its sh or just a pass time. I used to sh by using my punching bag without gloves. Too much, too hard, too frequent. My hands were a bloody mess. But now theyre calloused and used to it, they dont rip like they used to. I miss it so much. The dark brown dried blood splotches covering my red punching bag. I want to make more so bad but I can’t. Im too tired, my skin is too tough, it just doesnt happen. But I can’t cut i cant bc I swim so much in the summer and I wear bikinis and crop tops so how do I hide that? I’ve been doing it very lightly, just a few layers of skin. It hurts, maybe bleeds a tiny bit, but it doesnt last. It will heal and it wont scar, and it doesnt give that stinging that lasts all day, all week even. Having scabbed knuckles is mostly socially acceptable, people never suspect it to be a form of sh. It is. And now every time I touch my legs and they dont sting I feel so invalidated. I want them to hurt more. I wish there was a place on my body that I could cut and no one would see the scar. Or that the cuts would just disappear when they heal. So I can still se them when theyre red, but they dont last forever. I want a razor so I can cut deeper, more easily. But I can’t cut deeper cuz propel will notice. My mom was just yelling at me to get off my phone and do my homework but every time I stop and look at my computer I want to cry. Im trying I really am. Im trying to try. I used to try so hard but I kinda gave up. I never get anything done anyways. My fucking meds aren’t working, they’ve successfully destroyed my sleep schedule and thats it. I get exhausted at 1 pm but im full of energy at 1 am. I havent gotten the chance to listen to music all weekend, I missed it so much. I just wanna be home alone and sing and dance to Mcr and p!atd. I dont even like panic! that much, just a few of their songs. But house of memories and I write sins not tragedies make me so happy, especially singing along. I want to sing along to mcr, I want to meet them and see them all the time and learn to play guitar with frank and learn to produce with Ray and learn to sing with gerard and learn keyboard with mikey(and improve my pokerface) and I want them all to hug me and I want to meet franks dogs and gerard cats and go to all of their concerts and help gerard pick out outfits. If I could see them and talk to them for the rest of my life it would cure me. If I could have a pretty gf who would cuddle me and listen to me and understand me, I would be so happy. If my struggling friends got better I would get better. If everyone would just disappear, everyone ive ever met except my best friends and my idols, I would be so much happier. I wouldnt be constantly worrying about what people think of me, about them ignoring me and not texting me. I wish I could live in the killjoy universe, ride around the desert with the Fab Four, surviving off of what we need, running from the government. And having fun. Real fun. Not watching tv or scrolling tumblr alone. I mean playing cards and riding dirt bikes and climbing and killing bad guys. Coming home tired and beat up and covered in sand, maybe bleeding but full of adrenaline and just happy that we all made it out alive and that would be enough. Where people dont have to worry about consequences. Getting bad grades leading to no college leading to no money. Where people just have to not die and thats enough. Doesnt that sound nice? My eyes are barely staying open right now, barely staying dry. Im so tired of high expectations.
#Tw#sh#depression#vent#Dream world#Mcr#Killjoy verse#Mentally ill#self destruction#attachment issues#fuck life#about to cry
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Not to be a hater but quite literally if given the chance I would absolutely lay into my ex friend. Like he called me a slew of names spaced out over time each one worse then the previous, shared my trauma with people and tried to use it against me, and even told the kids I babysat for years MY FUCKING KIDS (not mine but basically they were) (and their parents) that I was a bad influence and a bad person. Like I took the name calling, but then I distanced because of the wife situation, but then I find out the rest of this shit????
Like ONE CHANCE I'd take it. Let me fucking at him. ESPECIALLY if I was in a group! Like you trying to come for me???
You??? No degree barely graduated high school can't swing a hammer or change your own oil man??? Coming for a smart strong bachelor degree woman???
You lived with your parents for years, not because of a cultural thing, but because you were "scared" to live alone! Bending to your mother's every beck and call. I should call you Norman Bates with how far up your mother's ass you are.
I could get a man or woman or ANYBODY if I wanted. I have options. remember when you had a crush on me dumbass and asked me out remember when you simped for me and took me to the movies for free what about that concert that was over 300 dollars FOR FREE cause you wanted me so bad? I could have had you and DIDNT and no one wants your 30 year old ass thats why you chose an 18 year old you fucking creep THAT is why we aren't friends and then all your dirty little secrets and skeletons about what you told others about me came out. You think your shit don't smell because you are full of it
You think you are so good and kind and everything you do is golden well its fool's gold you clown. Karma gonna get you just you wait (and thats the only reason I haven't fought u yet like...im trying to be the better person but they say one more thing in my presence...)
(And yes it is fucked they went for the 18 year old and it is even more fucked that they are now married like it was so quick like who thought that was okay not me that poor girl I hope she gets out cause he is not good he is not the love of her life hes just a man!!! Let me run him over cause YOU ARE A CHILD AND) (no I was gonna be petty af and post a throwback photo and tag everyone cause I have a picture of me, him, and his wife when she was 4 and he was 16 like 💀💀)(also again no shame to her if she needs help i am getting her out but she is devoted to him and disillusioned rn he got her brainwashed and yes we all grew up together and yes its a fucked situation and I want to go all Carrie Underwood on his ass and dig a key into the side of his car and knock out his headlights but karma is coming for him and karma could do better then me) (sorry for spilling in your inbox I am a ball of hate found out today and I mean AN HOUR AGO he actually was the one to spread a rumor about me that haunts me to this day as well as telling people about secrets I had told him that were not ok to tell and he has the fucking nerve to have come into MY HOUSE under false pretenses just to record me out of context and share it as proof im terrible oh fuck him)(please note as soon as I found out he was with the 18 year old I cut him out of my life but we work together just in different departments so I see him pretty regularly still sadly and I cant quit because I signed a contract but thankfully I dont have to see his crusty ass every day cause if I did....call me Elsa with the stone cold attitude he is receiving)
oh my god bestie 😭😭 first thank you for sharing 💖 he’s a weirdo for real. the fact he married an 18 year old is just sick, and what’s worse is you know he didn’t just meet her at 18 because they never do 😒
and that’s commendable of you to wanna look after her. it might take a while for her to see who he truly is. i think it’s important to remember she might not accept help :/ it might be healthier for you to take a step back. sometimes we need to put ourselves first for our own wellbeing. hopefully her family is aware.
it always hurts when people you think are your friend are the ones who purposely and carelessly hurt you the most. and i know you wanna fuck him up and key his car but he’s not worth going to jail over. the universe has a way of always working out, what we put out into the world we receive and trust he’ll get his for all the clownery he’s doing. it might take a while but it will. and when it does you can sip your tea with a big slurp 💀
#sav’s mailroom#sav’s anons#the amount of times i’ve been right about people#the longest took like 7 months and not only was i right about him#but he got fired for racism#😭😭😭 didn’t even have racism on my list bs about him
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Day 16: Character #Inspo
Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender
The one, the only <3 getting the obvious out of the way we have the water vibes, their homes having been overturned by a dictatorship, soft, but also willing to bite your throat if you push them to that point BUT ALSO willing to show mercy when it is needed. they also caRE a lot about the Issues within their world and try to advocate for them. like katara trying to get the incarcerated earth benders to fight back or what she did for that fishing town as 'the painted lady.' gabriella also has ideals and morals she sticks to and wants the world to be better than it actually is, and knows that it can be !!! i also think they both share an ability to forgive those they perceived as monsters, but were able to find empathy for them in the end. as seen in how she treats zuko, hama, and yon rha when given the chance to pew pew pew, she doesn't <3
2. Sidney Prescott from the Scream franchise
when it comes to the beloved final girl that is sidney, i think her and gabriella's journeys to becoming that final girl are what are most similar about them. they were both just average gals, living their life, then boom, they were struck by a sudden harsh loss that left them with a lot of questions while also trying to deal with the grief of that loss. and then they both are always having to deal with someone trying to kill them. sidney's killers are obviously more proactive in their pursuit while gabriella doesn't have those moments, she does have that over arching threat to her existence just being a mermaid and if people found out, hunters would come try to get her, right? also, there's the theme of trust within this set of characters i picked out. within the movies sidney has to play the game of who to trust v who not to trust. esp in the sequels when she's so paranoid by her past experiences, she's really trying to pick and chose, only to be betrayed every time in the end. by a boyfriend, a friend, a sibling (but sorta her mom), and then a cousin. yet she still lets people in, still has friends, even goes on to have a family of her own <3 so, i put that into gabriella, that willingness to still care about people despite knowing that anyone could be her enemy if they knew the truth about what she is. also just that unwillingness to let the baddies win !!!! they dont deserve it!!! fuck them!!! what did sidney ever do besides be someone who made mistakes' daughter? NOTHING!!! just like gabriella, what did she do wrong besides be born a mermaid? nothing. they're just livin their lives!
3. Liz Ortecho from Roswell New Mexico
yes this is a CW show. yes it is a remake. no idgaf. she's my girlie!!! the things i think she and gabriella share are deffo the love of science and trying to keep to a more logical approach to life despite, in the end, the emotional one winning out. there is also a theme of forgiveness for liz, like the other girlies on this list, HERS especially because it is saaauuurrr insane that she actually forgave for this in my opinion lmfao. also shares that want to help people, to use her skills and knowledge to learn and grow and help the world become a better place!! even tho it has been pretty shit to her in return!! there's also an ocean thing she has, wanting to go see it and run to it and be near it. liiiiiike yeah. yep.
4. Jen Scotts aka the Pink Ranger from Time Force
deep cut i know <3 and this is NOT just because gabriella also has a pink character motif going on alright. i mean MAYBE that's what guided me toward picking a pink ranger for this task but if the shoe fits !!! like all these other girlies, miss jen is both soft and yet willing to kick someone's ass for her cause!! she's basically the leader of this gen's power ranger team, which is fucking fantastic, you love to see it!! she's also someone who we see starting her journey having lost someone close to her that she cares about DEARLY, has to go to another place that she is not familiar with and has to adopt to, and is trying to keep it together emotionally. tho unlike gabriella her story is about revenge, but she does have a whole arc about not turning into the people who hurt her, so while she doesn't have the whole forgiveness thing going on (besides forgiving herself <3), i think they do share a similarity in wanting these people who do wrong to be brought to justice for the crimes they committed and be held accountable like everyone else, and making the choice to stick to their morals on the matter rather than letting the emotional wave of anger take the lead on what needs to be done.
5. Christine Daae (specifically Emilie Kouatchou) from Phantom of the Opera, the stage production
ahhh christine <3 i love her so much that i think she might be the only one on this list that when i was thinking about gabriella, i was getting influenced by christine. like all of the above characters, she's a girlie who suffered a loss that shaped her. her dad died and that set her up to becoming susceptible to ol erik's ruse and influence which sets up the story the show tells us. she's someone who loves her art and is dedicated to it, like gabriella. she's someone who is soft and loving, but then at the end sometimes a christine will play the role to have a bit of a harsher vibe. esp in the lair scene, sometimes they kinda lay into the phantom after he puts the rope on raoul. which i love that interpretation, like she's finally fed up with his bullshit and doesn't want to just sit there anymore letting him play his little games with them. she sees his face, she knows who he is now, knows he deceived her, she's willing to push back. it's what she deserves honestly <3 BUT, and ahhh shit here we go again, she doesn't duke it out with him now does she? no, no, she sees that he is a lonely fucked up little sewer goblin who, in his own weird fucked up way, did help her when she was grieving. taught her to sing well enough to accomplish being a lead at an opera house, gave her comfort that her dad sent her an angel when he died. anyway this isn't a poto ted talk, there's plenty of those out there. what i AM saying is that while erik did a whole bunch of shit to christine very much warranted her just picking up one of the candelabras and whacking him with it until he let raoul go, what does she do instead? she kisses him, hugs him, and then kisses him again. and by this ONE act of kindness, she saves a lot of people. so, i feel like that is where i have grabbed from the character, having someone who is able to be angry and yet also show empathy to anyone, even those that have hurt her beyond measure. and i also say emilie koutachou specifically because she is someone who acts christine with her whole body! not just with her face and voice, she has arm movement and body language to go with everything as well, which is how gabriella mostly communicates, through body language.
the end <3
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my childhood home is the most house ever. its fucking haunted. in that house, me and my siblings had enough ghost sightings and sleep paralysis experiences to last a lifetime. we dont have running water, just a natural well. we dont even have actual electricity, my dad did a hackjob of connecting the neighbors electricity to our house so we pay them instead of the power company. there is a cocoa tree growing besides it and contrary to popular belief, fruit trees doesnt smell good. there is a government-issued giant sticker that said the house belongs to a family below the poverty line. the house is a wreck but its the only thing my grandpa left. it is finally sold around mid 2010s by my extended family after a long and exhausting ordeal which im glad im not apart of. they've always wanted to sell it away but they only get the chance during that time since my father was in prison. that place could have been good. my dad was fixing the roofs and the foundation and was going to install running water and electricity. but its all gone now. even the tree. they killed the decades old thing by feeding it gasoline for months until its weak enough to cut. i grieved it like a person despite detesting it when it was still alive. there is only one existing photograph of that house. my dad couldnt pass the road where our house used to be without tearing up. but no matter how much i've seen the new house built on top of the old, in my dreams, the wrecked hut with no running water stood still untouched by time. my dad still tries to buy the land back. its a haunted house that haunts its inhabitants long after we all moved away and its corpse obliterated.
also, we found a ww2 grenade bomb buried below the floor.
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TAKE OUR HAND
seijoh x manager!reader
in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it
pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better
tuesday, [15:56 pm]
“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.
his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.
fuck no, just... breathe.
you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.
you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.
“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.
“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.
“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”
“iwa!”
“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.
you don’t listen.
your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.
you can’-
“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”
“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”
“hey! you said i was your favorite”
you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.
and they notice.
you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’
“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”
“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.
and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.
“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”
—
wednesday, [10:22 am]
when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.
swallow it, y/n, dammit
you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that...
"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss"
"alright!"
it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others.
you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.
the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.
and iwaizumi notices it.
you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.
“y/n!”
the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.
you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.
"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.
"flunk history, that leads me to..."
"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework"
you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.
minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.
with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try.
but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.
—
thursday [12:03]
your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?
it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.
i just need...
no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.
On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.
and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too
“y/n...” he mumbled.
of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.
when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.
makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.
hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.
"hanamaki, i’m fine"
it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.
oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.
—
friday [14:00 pm]
breathe.
please just... breathe.
you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?
the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.
the team needs you, hold on a little.
your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.
your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.
you have to make them stop.
but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.
no, they beg for your sake.
and everything stops.
one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.
because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.
and then, only then, you break.
tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.
with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.
"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.
“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.
"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”
yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.
your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.
“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“
watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.
“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.
the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.
“why didn’t you-“
“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“
“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”
“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.
“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.
“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.
and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.
“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.
mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.
all of them feel like home.
“thank you”
and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.
because this club was yours and you were theirs.
this was home.
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