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sharlulu · 2 years

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

CONFESSIONS OF A SELFISH PERSON tw: violence, abuse, mention of drugs, confinement. Wolf Keum x fem!reader

You and him were so different. While he always appeared so free and careless, indifferent to the rules of the world, acting only on one's desires, you constrained yourself, chained down by the responsibilities and duties of an exemplary student and a responsible civilian. When did it start? Since when were you so obsessed with perfection? Since when did you strive to be so elegant? It was as if you had to have complete control over every inch of your body: from the tips of your fingers to every muscle of your back and face. You've taught yourself to speak eloquently, use complicated words, learn the art of subtle manipulation and persuasion. Yes, you've made elegance your sharpest weapon. It has become a part of you, a habit that couldn't be changed.

"My daughter, you won't disappoint me, won't you? Unlike that hateful man you would do anything for me, right? My dear, precious princess, you must always love me"

"Why? Why did you only get an 80 on your last test? It can't be that that's your highest potential, I know that you can do so much more! Then why? Why? Do you not care about me anymore? Do you not love me anymore? Didn't I tell you that as my daughter you have to be perfect? Or else why did I have to suffer so much just to give you a chance to live in this world?

I don't want to do this, I truly don't, Y/n. But it seems I should punish you a little bit. I've been too nice to you lately. How about this, I'll cut down your freedom and regulate your friendships more, alright? I am sure that you're like this because of their bad influence. After all, you had got a perfect score every single time before you met them. So listen to your mother, dear, I know what's best for you after all"

Is this love?

You've never met your father before, nor seen his face. Mother never mentioned his name either. She called him different titles: a hateful bastard, that man, unfaithful monster, horrendous sinner, a liar. Your mind thought of countless possibilities as to why your parents' relationship ended up so twisted and sick. Nonetheless, you were afraid to ask your mother, perhaps, in fear of losing her forever. She was your only family, so you loved her, that was natural, wasn't it? It was your duty to love her after all. But sometimes you hated her with every fiber of your being. That hate, however, had nowhere to pour out to. It stirred inside your locked box of emotions just waiting for an opportunity to burst out of its confinement.

It wasn't hard for you to study. Math came to you as easy as breathing. It was so strict yet flexible at the same time. It allowed you to describe the whole world. The "language of the universe" or so you liked to call it. Perhaps the closest thing to perfection that you could possibly name. There was a certain beauty to it, something otherworldly, something so detached from the mundane.

You had a good memory. So good that you remembered everything you saw, read, heard. Even things you wanted to forget. There's no denying how useful that ability was to studying. Perhaps because of your intelligence mother took notice of you. She paid attention to you, even praised you at first.

Is this love?

Now that you think about it, she never saw you for who you were. She only saw a perfect daughter, a doll, a puppet to turn into what she could only dream of becoming. Your intelligence was the only thing that mattered to her. So her outburst about your imperfect score shouldn't have come as a surprise. Yet you were still saddened. It felt as if your heart, which was already full of thousand wounds that you helplessly tried to fix with tiny plasters every night, was once again trampled on and broken into dust. Did you want her to console you? Comfort you, tell you that it was alright, treat you like a human being and not a genius for once? Perhaps. But she mercilessly cut away all threads of hope you had. You stood there in a trance, listening to her. Then you went out of the house to the streets. Aimlessly wondering about the desolate path. Where is everyone? Somebody? Please, I don't-

*Thump*

You turn to your left. A boy about your age was continuously hitting a vending machine. His violet ruffled hair swayed back and forth while he thrashed the poor thing.

Wolf Keum. You've definitely seen him before, heard the rumors about him. But on that day you first interacted with him.

He was free. For that you envied him and admired him at the same time. How did he do that? Why didn't he give a damn about societal rules? How was he so honest to his desires, why was he so unrestrained by the world? Oh how jealous you were. Perhaps that's why there was no fear in you when you came up to him that day. Enviousness and reverence were the only thing in your heart back then.

"Could you please stop doing that?"

He looked at you incredulously. Yet no words left his mouth.

"You are ruining public property and it's not getting you anywhere." A polite smile graced your lips.

"If you paid for something and it got stuck there, I can help you get it out. Hitting the vending machine doesn't do anything to solve your dilemma, don't you agree?"

His grey eyes scrutinized you for a moment and then he stepped away. "Do whatever you want " – it seemed to convey.

To be entirely honest, you weren't sure if your method would work. You squatted down a bit and pushed the flap where people normally collected their items at. Then you let the flap snap back down. That was enough for his purchase to fall onto your hands. Standing back up, you gave it to him.

"There you go, no need to thank me~ But that's an old machine you've encountered. Newer machines are equipped with sensors specifically to deal with this kind of problem. I wouldn't buy here anymore if I were you. There's no knowing whether something like this will happen again and what I did doesn't work all the time."

He still didn't say anything. Was he mute? No, that couldn't be true, he was Wolf Keum after all.

"I know. Thanks."

What a succinct answer.

Was that a fateful encounter? You also lived nearby and took the same route to school. You just had to walk a tad longer than him, as your school was further.

You were the one who always approached him, striked conversations with him, tried to get him to talk or at least acknowledge your presence. If at first he was annoyed, then after a while he actually replied to you.

"Do you want to hear the music of space?"

"The hell is that?"

You chuckled at his inquiry.

"NASA created an instrument to hear sounds from space. I know, it sounds weird, outer space should be awfully quiet, right? Except it isn't. Sound does exist in magnetic vibrations. And the NASA team just converted it to a frequency that human ear can hear. Incredible, isn't it?"

"I have to listen to it first? Can't have an opinion on it, never heard of it before. How the hell do you even know that stuff?"

"Eh, internet is an interesting thing~"

At first you approached him just because of simple curiosity. However, your instinct told you to stay. And after a while you were finally starting to heal, feel alive and grateful for the chance to exist. However, your newfound salvation was as fragile as glass, bound to break at any moment.

Your relationship with him was definitely strange. Yet in his presence you were the most comfortable. You didn't mind that he always got into fights, you didn't mind that wherever he was, trouble always ensued. As long as you were with him, you could get a taste of his freedom, his world. In exchange you would help him get away from the consequences. Quite a balanced team you were. He who came up with ideas, you who thought out a plan, and both of you who would do some of the wildest things for fun. Being with him was liberating. He could listen to your talk, silently acknowledging you, ask questions that made the gears in your brain turn. It was nice having someone to share all your knowledge with. Someone that never pretended to listen, someone that was genuinely interested. After all, Wolf Keum was honest to a fault.

"I've always wanted to ask you this," you begin on one of your regular walks.

He turned his attention to you.

"How do you curse so easily? How do you use those foul words without a second thought? How does it come as natural as breathing to you? When I try to do it, I suddenly become so conscious and awkward. As if they don't suit me and rather than frightening they come of as bizarre?"

He laughed uncontrollably at that, while giving you a "are you serious" look.

"I asked a genuine question there! What's so funny in wanting to know more about your delinquent lifestyle? It's true that I don't understand much about your way of doing things."

"Just don't overthink, I guess. Nothing else to it."

It was strange hearing that. As your existence was composed of carefully thought out and perfectly executed things. There wasn't a single moment when you didn't think about what you said or did. As if you were always looking at yourself from afar, trying to find and fix all mistakes, no matter how small they were. And you liked that. You liked having a sense of purpose, a sense of responsibility. You liked walking with your back straight, head held high. You liked speaking articulately and confidently. You liked being able to convey your thoughts clearly while being refined. Elegance was beautiful and it was also one of your sharpest blades. Wolf knew that, so he found your attempts at behaving like a thug humorous.

　 *Slap*

It was the first time Mother hit you.

"You ungrateful brat! You say that you go the library to study and yet what you do?! Hang out with a bastard? How could you lie to me like that?"

She was crying. Hot tears run down her cheeks and fell onto your bewildered face. It felt as if time itself stopped after her outburst.

She then dragged you, despite all your protests, to the basement of your house. Your muffled screams for help where shut away in a damp, dark room. It was terribly cold. For the first time in a while you felt genuine fear and hatred towards your mother. The box of rage that lay dormant for so long was once again threatening to open.

And yet you did nothing in the end. There was nothing you could do. The basement was empty. Just occasional sounds of water dripping, spiders crawling. There was no light, no way to measure time. It was as if the whole world had forgotten about you and you were doomed to rot there for eternity. You tried unlocking the door, yet your attempts were all futile. At first, the isolation was bearable. But after some time (you couldn't tell if minutes or hours or days have passed) it became intolerable. Without stimulation you felt like dying. You were hungry, thirsty and so, so lonely. You wanted to talk to somebody, you wanted somebody to save you from that place. You would give up anything just to see your mother again. After what felt like an eternity she finally let you out. She cried, apologized, hugged you endlessly.

"My little girl, I'm sorry. Mother had to do it, it was necessary. My Y/n, you have to understand, mother does it for your benefit. I didn't want to, but you had to be punished".

It was the first time she showered you with so much love. Is this love? You felt so happy, as if all your rage had never existed. That feeling was addicting.

And yet you didn't stop hanging out with Wolf. You had to be a good daughter, so why were you lying to your mom? It wasn't hard to fool her, you just had to be more careful with your actions. Once again you realized how different you two were. Wolf would never lie to himself nor to others. He was honest, brutally so. And you were full of contradictions. You wanted to be a good girl for your mother, yet at the same time you wanted to be free. So in the end you could only resort to hiding the truth.

*Thud*

You fell to the floor. Mother's job wasn't going so well so she took it out on you. She always hit places that could be easily covered by clothes. Your stomach, your back were all in purple bruises. You knew how to treat your injuries, you were the one who bandaged Wolf after each of his fights after all.

This was quite a frequent occurrence now. At first, you wondered if everything was somehow your fault, if this was retribution for all your lies. Then you understood that everything was inevitable from the very start. Mother's love is this love? was twisted, she always apologized to you after her every outburst but she never stopped either. Did she even love you in the first place? Or were you just a rag doll for her to vent her anger on in the end? You couldn't understand. Your grades were good, you were well-behaved in front of her, so why? Why her love like that?

No, it was never love. It can't be love. Love is kind, not cruel, liberating, not constraining, strong, not weak. Love gives you wings, it doesn't chain you down. Love isn't blind, it gives you eyes to see. Love is gentle like the wind, it is never forceful, nor coercive. To love means to see the worst of somebody and still love them nonetheless.

Then what about your mother? Your mother closed her eyes on your suffering, refused to see you for who you were, didn't accept your imperfections. The love that your mother tried to shove onto you now looked like the twisted symptoms of a sickening society, a black stain in place of motherhood, selfishness masquerading as affection. Indeed, infatuation and obsession aren't love. You were foolish to think that those things were natural.

Then what about yourself? Did you .. love.. mother? Or was that just a mere delusion that you chose to believe. A defensive mechanism, as one would say. Did you hypnotize yourself to "love" her so that the sufferings would be more bearable? Perhaps not. She was your mother and your feelings towards her were real. Maybe you still saw some kindness and courage in that cowardly person. You loved her...

Of course, sometimes you hated her. Yet you never retaliated. The memory of being locked in that place was still so fresh in your mind. Perhaps your biggest fear was being abandoned by her, your only family, and be left completely alone.

"Wolf, we have to study. We must. That's....the only way, our only escape, our salvation."

"What's up with you all of a sudden? 'Tis a motivational speech or something? "

"No, it's not. I'm always serious and that was a genuine plea."

"What's up with you lately? You are acting strange." He looked at you with a hint of worry

You two were standing in a desolate alleyway. To be more exact, Wolf was sitting on the opponent he had just mercilessly beaten up and you were standing nearby, offering him tissues and sweets.

"I...Please promise me, that you won't abandon your studies. You're smart, don't let this thing here," you pointed to your head, "disappear. You may not understand right now, but it's the only way out! " You sounded so desperate. In a way, you wanted to reassure yourself, convince yourself that it was true. That you were correct in making studying the most important thing in your life. That you weren't wrong in placing all your hopes and dreams into it. That the thing that your mother valued most in you wasn't useless.

Wolf looked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. You were always so composed, you've never raised your voice like this before. Right now you seemed to be at a loss for words. As if you didn't know what to say, what to think. It was the first time he saw you so agitated.

"Okay."

You sighed in relief

The days continued on. Life was so dull before you met him, the invisible chains that constricted your world were only shattered to dust, when you started hanging out with Wolf. He was always in the spotlight, it was impossible not to see him for he shined oh so brightly. He showed you his world, he freed you. Even though you only met a year ago, he was already your closest friend.

He was so strong, unbreakable even. A monster that always stood back up no matter the number of hits. Sometimes you wondered as to how he could do that but you never gave it much of a thought. And that was your biggest mistake. The signs were all there, you just didn't notice them.

During night you sneaked out of your room to the playground in your neighborhood. You didn't expect to meet anyone, yet there sat Wolf. His eyes were dull, his head was bleeding profusely. There were bandages laying around, it seemed that he had tried to fix himself and failed.

"Just what happened to you?! Who did this? Wait, let me help you, don't move..."

You were crying, tears streamed down your face as you tried to bandage him, comfort him. You've never seen him like this. You were sure that nobody could've gotten him into this state. He was so strong after all, just who in the world could break him?

He finally started to talk after a while.

An abusive father. Alcohol. Usage of drugs. A psychotic episode. A beatdown.

These words flew through your ears as you came to a sudden realization. You laughed. You and him weren't so different after all. Your mother, his father — your situations were so similar that it was ironic. The rage that you had so deeply sealed inside the box finally burst out. It manifested itself in the form of cold fury. Wrath enveloped you and the gears in your brain turned.

"Let's kill him."

Perhaps you saw your mother in his father so you merged those two together. You couldn't kill your mother, if you did that, you would truly lose the last bits of humanity that you had. But you could help him kill his father and at the same time liberate some of your horrendous desires.

"Hmm, what shall the cause of death be~ Let's say... heroin overdose? A pretty common death for the likes of him. We will kill him with the very drug that he adores."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Confusion filled his beautiful grey eyes.

"It will be like putting him to sleep," you continued. "Except that when sleeping, our body remembers how to breathe. In case of heroin overdose your body forgets. He's so ill already, it won't take much for his respiratory system to shut down. Perhaps it will even result in heart failure. What do you think? Quite a merciful murder, don't you agree?"

"How about the consequences? What the f*ck should we do with that?! You think it's that easy to kill someone?!"

"Yes."

You take a deep breath.

"Wolf, your father was a nobody. He is remembered by no one, why would the police care about him enough to investigate it properly? With how corrupt they are in this place, I'm sure that we can fool them."

"Let's kill him."

It was strange for you to use your intelligence like this. And yet from start to finish you never once felt remorseful. Wolf, too, was strangely calm when you two planned the murder of his own father. You thought of an alibi, planned the time, the place, got all the necessary components. All to execute a perfect crime.

It was surreal. That year you two had committed an unforgivable sin, the horrendous crime of manslaughter. And nobody knew. Only you two bore the weight and guilt of murder. That made you even closer than before. For now you shared a secret that both of you would take to your graves.

"I want to be remembered. I don't want to be a nobody. I want people to mourn my death, I don't want to be forgotten."

"What's so bad in that? You are always worrying about such complicated things. Chill out. Don't tell me that you are starting a 3 hour long monologue on the meaning of life again."

"Oh please don't be so boring. That's why we are given 80 years of life, right? To do enough, to be remembered. I don't want to waste away and end like a certain person. You think so too, don't you?"

"I guess so."

A comfortable silence enveloped you two. In fact, you've always loved these little walks through the night city. In these moments you've always felt the most free. Free to do what you want, free to talk about anything on your mind. And his presence made you reassured.

"You know, I've always wanted to be a doctor. A surgeon to be exact."

"Pffft, what, to save people? Now that I think about it, it kinda suits you. Kinda."

"Well, that was certainly very rude of you. I won't deny that I want to have their gratitude. But my reason is much more selfish than just saving people. You know, inside the operating room you have so much power over somebody's life," you closed your eyes. "People entrust everything to you, believe in you. It's funny how much control you can have over them. Whether they die or live depends on you. You are almost like a god?"

"You sound like you gonna murder your patients..."

"How could you! With all due respect, you are much more likely to murder someone!"

"And you are more likely to get away with it."

"That's ... true...So let's promise each other. To never go that far again."

You knew that after that day you both lost something extremely precious, something that couldn't be regained back.

Mother finally got another job and decided to relocate to another town.

"Let's stay friends forever" was your last promise to him. "Let's not forget each other" was your request. He was probably the most important person in the world to you, your first friend, the person who had shaped you to be who you were nowadays. He was your savior.

"I wonder what kind of person he will become?"

A/n: yay, that was so long haha. This is my first fic(and probably my last), so please don't judge Σ(゜゜) It existed in my mind for quite a long time and I finally decided to write everything down. Basically the story takes place before the events in the webtoon. Mainly because I had no idea how to integrate Y/n into the webtoon story. So I guess this is like Wolf's past? I love this man so much, although he is a really bad person. But he is so charismatic? Somehow the relationship between Y/n and Wolf turned out to be more platonic than romantic, but I hope that wasn't too much of a problem (this author can't write romance although reads so many).

At first, I wanted to write y/n as a cold, aloof genius. Yet somewhere along the line she became so flawed( a little selfish, has an inferiority complex, terribly lonely). I think, because she understands that, she strives to become perfect. As if that façade can mask all her flaws beneath. And because her life is constructed by lies, she finds Wolf's honesty very entrancing.

Wah, I love this man–

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #x reader #female reader

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Superman!Billy with his golden little curl and endearing smile, his tight spandex suit and cape, his dorky William Hargrove disguise with too big black frames and funky button downs done all the way up to his throat with a colourful tie.

Batman!Steve who puts up this big act of being stoic and independent, always running after his Robins (Dustin (Grayson), Lucas (Drake), Mike (Damian), El (Brown) and Will (Todd).) The only person who can make him laugh, even if it’s soft and rarely heard, barely a chuckle, is Wonder Woman aka Robin Buckley.

Billy and Steve butt heads a lot when it comes to plans, but deep down they have a deep respect for each other. (Plus, Supergirl, aka Max Mayfield, is quite fond of El and Lucas). More often than not they’ll team up against Flash aka Tommy whenever he tries to make a dumb plan, or Green Lantern aka Jonathan who’s still mad at Steve for taking Will when he went ‘missing’ (ran away from home due to Lonnie’s abuse) and not returning him, and every horrible thing that happened to him after he became a Robin. It’s a deeply complicated relationship since Steve has also saved his wife and Steve’s ex, Nancy, more times than he can count, and put his life on the line for Will more than once after his resurrection.

Steve is strict on not giving up his identity, and Billy respects it even if he’s dying to know. He’s certain Steve knows his, but Steve has actually been respectful enough not to needle into his records and find out who he is with all his computers and gadgets.

So when they bump into each other in public, neither know they’re superhero’s. They’re just stupidly enamoured by each other’s appealing faces, Billy’s long lashes and blond curls, Steve’s moles and crooked smile.

Steve has a strict rule on dating; he shouldn’t. Can’t. One night stands? No strings for a few months? Sure. Whatever. He just can’t chance getting anyone hurt again, not after how close he came to losing Nancy before they parted ways. He kind of hated Jonathan, not for marrying her, but for painting a target on her back when he did. He couldn’t help keeping an eye on her most days, even if he had put that love to bed. Maybe in another life.

Billy is gorgeous though, even with his glasses and ugly suit, he radiates an energy that makes people want to be around him. Maybe his clumsiness is a bit endearing, actually.

Steve feels extremely endeared. And horny. But he’s always been horny for love and love made him horny so-

They’re not dating. But Steve definitely gets Billy in his bed by the end of their first ‘date’ and it’s better than he ever could have imagined. The way he sounded, the way he moved, he was like steel all over yet when Steve sunk into him, he was tight and hot, the glide like silk with how much lube he used trying to get the reporter to fall apart.

Billy gets a heavy suspicion that Steve is Batman when he sees him naked, can trace a multitude of scars he’s seen more than once through broken armour. He stares at Batman enough to know his gut is probably right. And well, Steve might not want Billy to know, but he probably knows who he is, and it makes Billy’s heart beat just a bit faster. He’d been teased more than once by Catwoman, Heather, the few times she felt like being a nuisance in his city, about the crush he harboured for his ‘work friend’. She was usually Steve’s problem, but if he was honest, it was nice to hear from her own lips that Batman hadn’t touched even a claw on her in that way (though she alluded to a certain Amazon doing so instead).

After that night, they see each other a few more times, but neither get offended when the other has to cancel due to ‘family’ or ‘work’ emergencies. Billy knows where Steve is going when he rain checks with him and Superman appears to team up with Batman often in Gotham despite Steve’s disgruntlement over having ‘The Golden Hero’ around in his grimy streets.

Billy pouts when Steve doesn’t show up in Metropolis when he has to run out of a date halfway through (they’re not dating it’s just polite to take the reporter to eat as a billionaire, think of the press if they knew he was ‘playing’ with their favourite reporters heart?). But he figures it’s because Steve at the end of the day, is human. Despite his strength, he needed more rest than Billy. He was happy to let his Bat rest up and help him whenever he needed.

This goes on for months, and Billy doesn’t let it slip that he knows Harrington and Batman are one in the same. The paparazzi think Billy is the strangest yet hottest side piece Steve has had yet and it’s flattering if a bit worrying. He doesn’t need anyone knowing who he is.

Neither expect Billy to be kidnapped by Steve’s nemesis, Joker aka Vecna, who had long forgotten his own original name and made them up as he went, ‘One’ and ‘Vecna’ and ‘Peter’ and ‘Henry’. He only kidnaps him because Steve is ‘friends’ with Batman and he figured stealing his besties boyfriend would entice him out to fight.

Billy can’t do much. He’s in civilian wear! He just has to wait it out and hope Steve saves him quickly because honestly? He’s bored. Really bored. Vecna talks a lot. Billy’s not interested in his speeches.

In the end, Steve does come and save him and…well, Billy’s seen Batman fight plenty. But in his defence? Oh boy. It’s hot. Like really hot. Like Billy kisses the fuck out of him the moment they’re out of there, uncaring of the discomfort of the hard mask against his nose.

Steve is half towards the conclusion of his something cheating on him, but Billy whispers his name and his stomach plummets.

“We shouldn’t keep seeing each other.” It’s said with fear; for Billy, not himself. He can’t wrap a civilian into this life, not after Nancy, not after Will, not when he knows this won’t be the first of many attempts on Billy’s safety and life. He can’t afford to lose him.

“What? What are you on about?” Billy’s brows jump up. “Shit, is this because of the secret identity thing? I didn’t mean to figure it out, okay, but I mean, you know—“

“Billy, you’re going to get hurt. If Vecna knew what you were to me…You could die.”

“I could die?” Billy scoffed. “No offence, but you’re more likely to die, pretty boy.”

“I’ve done this before, this life is not for a civilian and I never should have taken you out to being with.” Steve gritted his teeth. He had been too caught up in how much he liked Billy. Maybe even…even loved him. Just a bit.

“Steve.” Billy furrowed his brows. “I’m not a civilian. You know that.”

Steve blinks.

“What? You’re a reporter, B, you’re very much a civilian.”

Billy actually starts laughing, head thrown back as he takes off his glasses. He pocketed them and tousled his hair, a few curls falling around his ears and upon his forehead.

“Familiar?” Steve is quiet. “My dear Dark Knight, I’m Superman. You didn’t know?”

Steve is still silent.

“Steve?”

“…I need a minute I feel really, really stupid.” Steve buried his face in his hands as Billy continued in laugh.

“You really liked boring old Hargrove? You’re so lame. I thought you knew I was Superman.”

“No! Of course I didn’t!” Steve squeaked. “Robins never gonna let me live this down!”

Billy continued to laugh well into the night as Steve groaned.

Who knew they’d be the newest supercouple on the block?

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #Superman au #Batman au #harringrove

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disast3rtransp0rt · 2 years

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religious trauma and star wars discourse: an inside perspective

I see a lot of posts like “You can’t blame the Jedi for Anakin’s downfall! They did everything they could for him and he chose to be fucking stupid!”

And sure, yeah, I see your point. But not everyone has read the novelizations and not everyone will (myself included) for one reason or another, and their opinions are based solely on the text and subtext provided by the films.

So consider this perspective from someone who was raised in a strict Evangelical household and is still working through a lot of religious trauma: Anakin Falls because he feels trapped by the Order and their expectations, which is a nuanced and complicated issue depending on which textual source we decide to pull from.

Anakin Skywalker was a little boy who’d been freed from slavery by a Jedi Knight, a group of warriors and protectors that he looked up to. That same Knight was then threatened with eviction from the Order for helping rescue, just so we don’t forget, a literal child slave. Of course Anakin’s going to feel indebted to Qui-Gon and to the Order for letting them both stay (and then additionally for letting Obi-Wan train him after Qui-Gon’s death).

He sees everything transactionally. That’s how he was raised. No matter how much meditation you do, some of the Council were right: He was too old to let that shit go. And there wasn’t enough time in his teenage years to process it properly before the Clone Wars began.

He has to step up to the plate and become the Hero With No Fear. He’s the Chosen One, the son of the Force. His body isn’t entirely his anymore, because it’s been commodified and claimed by the Jedi Order (whether or not they realize or acknowledge it).

So, as someone who was raised to identify hardcore with the ideology that sex = gender (which I no longer subscribe to at all), I was treated very differently from my brothers as a kid. I was always in the kitchen, always watching the babies, always cleaning the dishes etc.

But high value was placed on my usefulness as a “nurturer”, so I felt validated. This was good work. I was doing something helpful. I was being good in the way the people surrounding me expected. Until I got old enough to understand how exploitative and shitty Evangelicalism is and got the fuck away.

Can you see how I might relate to Anakin, then? How it might be hard to have incredible pressure placed on you to serve serve serve all the time, even though you were supposed to be free from that? No time to breathe, rules that dictate private areas of one’s life... Kinda like his childhood but just a little bit different.

Of course he’s going to want to rebel, but that guilt and that debt is so deep under his skin that he can’t shake it. Can’t let it go. If he’d been able to sit down and process the issues he faced as a child, without fighting a war as a slightly larger child, then maybe... I don’t know. Maybe he wouldn’t have Fallen.

Maybe he simply would have said his thanks, said his goodbyes, and left to raise his children with his wife.

But I was lucky enough to escape to college and outgrow the idea that my body would always be some kind of bargaining chip. I let go of the ideology I’d been raised with because there was space enough to work through my childhood bullshit. Anakin doesn’t have that luxury in canon. He’s got shit to do.

And as someone who still has issues eating dinner before my boyfriend after almost 6 years of therapy and a ton of self-discovery, that guilt-and-debt feeling I mentioned can hit hard. And it’s tough to get rid of. I’m still working on that at age 26.

So yeah, I don’t particularly care for the Jedi Order.

I don’t care that other people do like them, of course. I know it’s all just fiction and these are a bunch of made up dudes in costumes running around a set. It’s just been tough to read a lot of these posts that are so pro-Jedi from a context that I do not have or wish to have (the novels) and feel excluded or invalidated.

Anyway.

Thank you for coming to my literary analysis.

#star wars #star wars disc horse #the jedi order #jedi #the jedi #religious trauma #literary analysis #star wars novelizations #star wars movies #the prequels #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker character analysis #personal #perspective #mace windu triggers me so hard y'all i have to skip his scenes or i cry #just cause he reminds me of my pastor #anyway

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frostbite-the-bat · 1 year

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Current concept for Masked Werewerewires in DPAU. I will compile a full image of the Plugboy "line" soon, since all I need to do is draw a proper Masked WWWire and decide on the final design.

Infodumping and context below, I would REALLY appreciate if you read it, especially if you are confused about the context behind this! This will talk a lot about Swatchling masks and getting masked, which, if you follow DPAU at least a bit, should be familiar with. However, if you are not, send me an ask, I will very gladly explain it again! DPAU has some complicated concepts and new ideas and rules, and I am always excited to speak about them!

I may compile a new term explanations, since... There's a few. I took DR and made it twice as complicated just for fun, so no wonder.

Here's a quick rundown - When a Plugboy is masked, they become a Tasquefolk. The same species Tasque Manager (also known as Tammy in DPAU).

When a Plugboy is wired, they become a Werewire. This is a transitional state - either shortly before they absorb the wire to become a WWWire, or before they decide that's not for them and return to being a Plugboy.

Or, in case of canon Deltarune occurences - if they are being controlled by someone in power. (In the DPAU world, Plugboys are trying to get to get control wires to be as strictly monitored as Swatchling masks, as they can be used by people in power to use Plugboys/Werewires for their own will. If they aren't mentally strong enough - when being controlled they may not be able to absorb the wire and regain control. Or, some are lucky, and are just abandoned and forgotten about, and can easily unplug themselves. Unfortunately, these wires only work on them, unless there's special ones like the one used on Berdly, though that didn't 'plug' him in. Swatchling masks on the other hand can work on other species. Such as Plugboys....)

A Werewire can not be masked, not only because they themselves are a transitional state* causing the mask to not react, but also because their face is covered up by the wire. For a mask to work, it needs to be placed on the face. (*It's why they flash so many colors! They're deciding on what colors they would stick with as a WWWire! Tasquefolk dont have this - they will share the same/similar coat colors to Plugboys.)

Werewerewires, on the other hand, can be masked, and so this is the form. Unlike Tasquefolk, they are not an unique form, but rather an upgrade form. The only known unique forms caused by the masks are Tasquefolk, and the exact reason why is still being studied, but it is most likely due to the compatibility between Swatchlings and Plugboys as they share a common "ancestor". (Addisons, Swatchlings and Plugboys all share the same "ancestor". They all have very stable masked forms thanks to this. Other species, however, may not. This is why there are laws and strictness around masks! Things could go wrong! Darkners could get corrupted. They could be used by the wrong people.) (I will discuss the topic of these "ancestors" later, again, I encourage you to ask if you do care to know!! It'd be encouraging.)

Upgrade forms are usually just bigger, more powerful forms of a species. They will usually look very similar to their old forms. Often they will gain new quirks and new power. However, masked species were NOT supposed to be a thing. It was a Swatchling thing only, but nature and the dark code of the Cyber World has faults! So they can! So, rather often, the code initially doesn't know what to do, so it may pull things from other species - like how Tasquefolk are look VERY similar to Tasques despite not being related. (Fluffy small colorful guys? Must be an odd Tasque! Add Tasque/cat elements!)

Masked WWWires pull a little from Linxes - my own species I have been working on. Their designs are not finished, however their most recent concept will be posted after this one.

#DPAU #werewerewire #wwwire #masked wwwire #datapack au #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune au #concept #concept art #design concept #i...dont know which tags i used in the past for things like this. so ill use all of these incase i need to grab several of them at once #i have HORRID tag organization #i apologize about that sdgrhrtbh #Guz art

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yen-doodles · 1 year

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Red Son - Sitcom AU

Finally able to think about someone other than Sun Wukong or Macaque in this au, props to me!

Humor aside- I've been thinking of nothing but Red boyo so y'all get spur of the moment things about him for sitcom, though I can't promise it to be angst free- enjoy!

Is either high honors or principal's list in terms of grades (somewhere between 85-95 is his average)

He is so stressed all the time, my guy needs to chill

Gives himself his more homework in hopes of becoming better

Puts most of his self worth into getting good grades similarly to how he does in the show with schemes

Rich boy/girl, not necessarily the spoiled kind but definitely was a little entitled at the beginning

Has a curfew

Parents are the type to blow up her phone when their even just a few minutes late to coming home

Mk and Mei add him instantly to a group chat when they first meet

Says it's to communicate about their project without needing to be in first but it's mostly used to send memes, much to Reds dismay

They grow to find comfort in the group chat when she's having trouble with his parents

Gender fluid because ofc

Has a lot of books comprising of many different genres

Textbooks through the years, books they got to use for projects, a lot of ones on mechanics and engineering as well as just general science stuff

Is a big science nerd!

Mostly a big fan of chemistry and physics

Swk is still his uncle like in jttw but the ties between the bull family and wukong are complicated (talk about it in another post since it isn't red related)

Pif and dbk are still not good parents in this(at least until what would s3 of the au), I don't want to completely rewrite them since I want this to be close to lmk canon

I'm just going to have them be a tiny bit different

They are very strict to red and belittles him when he gets even a bit lower grade than expected

Red is very uncomfortable being touched by them like in the show

Mac is also kinda his uncle but they only briefly met when she was really young

Sucks at most art things, when they have to do an art project they tend to do something with mechanics

After she started hanging out with Mei and mk more frequently, and not just for school projects, he would try to find ways to show they were worthy of being their friend

Doing a lot of favors whenever they needed help with something, asking if they needed something fixed, using his allowance to buy them gifts or food as a way to convince em to let her stay

Is a stickler for rules and regulations

Will call someone out if they cheat at monopoly, will have them restart an entire game because someone broke a rule

Comes over to mks house whenever they hang out, the trio rarely go to red's or meis house

Mei and him confide in each other about their strict parents

Is one of the few people in the group to have a fashion sense

They got the pretty genes your honor

Gets acne breakouts from being overly stressed

Has multiple pairs of glasses in her bag incase they forget their usual pair at home

Is the type to go to sleep at seven or eight at night and wake up at like five in the morning

Is solely a tea drinker and refuses to drink coffee

Believed for the longest time that coffee stunts your growth

Has a full skin care routine

Puts hot sauce or something spicy in pretty much everything

Hates most cold foods

Literally heater

High pain tolerance

Very picky and tends to stays to a lot of their safe foods

Has MK and Mei's favorite and least favorite food memorized

Has said foods ready at her house when they're planned to visit

Will comment on how childish a show is, watches ironically to make fun of it in more detail, them finds them self hyper fixating on the show

The one that brings the shopping list to the store

Once mac gets redeemed, is thankful to have another person with a brain cell to converse with

Tutors mk sometimes

Struggles with basic money math but is able to do complex calculus in her sleep

Has given their two friends a scare because they went on a book reading binge and was too hyperfocused to answer their texts for a week

Phone background and home screen remains whatever the default was when he got the phone, doesn't see the importance of changing it

Until Mei stole their phone and changed everything, it was something he liked but still

Has one thing from every hyper fixation she's had in a box in their closet

Even though he's a heater, puts on thicker/warmer clothes at the briefest sign of fall or winter

She needs to set an example for the rest

Sandy's pets love them in the colder months, especially the cats

Owns both the girl's and boy's uniform for his school

Somehow extremely hated and liked at the school

Is far sighted(can see things that are far away) and has astigmatism

Can only sleep when their body is a plank and doesn't move in her sleep

Can cook since he gets left alone at home quite a bit

Is oldest out of the trio

Tw for the next few///

Hits self when frustrated or really angry

Picks at skin until they bleed

Has forgotten to eat or sleep for days because they were trying to perfect a project

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lordhelpme0-0 · 2 years

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Crossover - MDZS + Twisted Wonderland

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Twisted Wonderland Part 2:

Backstory: the MDZS cast was transported to the twisted wonderland world by a talisman or from a gathering nighthunag or with an ancient artifact. Though, when they get back it’s where they started so it’s a pause on their world. This will be taken place after all the overblogs actually. ENJOY!~~

Heartslaybel Dorm:

Riddle:

He ain’t R E A D Y

He facing nobility with powerful mana- wait. Spiritual power.

Able to defeat high grade monsters and all that jazz on fierce corpse.

Lmao!

He will find some solace with Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji

Strict mama? Angry mommy? Comparing and toxic standards on childhood?

Angry grape uncle (Jiang Cheng) got chu covered angry strawberry

They will vibe and Jiang Cheng will see HIMSELF in him

Both are angry and will lock magic or break legs on anyone when forced to

Lan Wangji is calming

Both are rule followers

Well…Wangji mostly when it’s rules cause Wei Wuxian be getting his sugar dadd—

He will seek advice from Lan Xichen and will most likely be raised by Lan Qiren

The Junior quarters will remind him of the first years

He and Jin Ling with Sizhui will click

Jin Ling as both had threatening guardians (Jiang Cheng was only threatening verbally but they both know he is a huge softie for his nephew)

Sizhui as he is a role model for Riddle

Reminds him of Trey lmao—!

Jingyi and Jin Ling can be similar to the adeuce duo so Riddle will have a tantrum at that

He be seeking Lan Xichen for music to soothe his poor UNFORTUNATE souls

Will be curious of their cultures and learn a few tricks and tips

Immediately adopted by Wei Wuxian

No question asked

Cause Wei Wuxian thrives on teaching the younger generation

I mean— look at how many disciples followed him during the first arc and at the Yiling City

Riddle will remind Wei Wuxian of Peacock low key but he acts more like his martial nephew Jin Ling

Riddle will have uncle figures go BRRRRRR

Riddle will be a bit concerned on the huge PDA displayed by the couple (Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji)

He be alright

Hopefully those two won’t do papapa on the school property—

Lots of good role models and will not survive Wei Wuxian spicy foods

May the lord pray that Trey use his special magic to change the hot flavors

Will be aghast on how Lan Wangji eats Wei Wuxian food no question am and a stoic face at that

Jingyi: first time?

Riddle: *dying from the hotness*

This angry strawberry is in for a RIDE!

Trey:

Haha..

Ha…

…

Wei Wuxian cooking: *existed*

Trey: *internally dying*

He is gonna be using his special magic a lot on Wei Wuxian cooking so the students can not suffer

Like Riddle and Ace are dying on the sidelines with the Junior quartet and deuce patting their backs with concerned and neutral faces

Trey will click with Lan Xichen as both knows what it’s like to mediate and deal with arguments

Wei Wuxian adopted Trey

Wei Wuxian gonna adopted the rest of the twst cast no questions asked

Adoption paper go BRRRRRRRR

Trey is quite fine with the rest but Nie Huasiang be sus

Nie Huasiang gives the same vibe of Idia and Jade aura at the same time

Trey will be alright with Lan Qiren as he is similar to Professor Trein and Professor Crewel on a way

Will suffer the shamelessness of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji love for each other

Ouyang Zizhen: first time?

Trey: …

Trey be alright with most, though be concerned with others

RIP kitchen

Cater:

Nie Huasiang and cater will click automatically

Aesthetic? Yes. Appreciating anything trendy? Yes.

Both be gossiping lmao

Cater will definitely Magicam a the chaos that will happen

Likes go BRRRRRRRR

Wei Wuxian shenanigans will most likely be joined with Cater

Cater only their for the context

He is immediately adopted

Ouyang and Cater will be partners cause y’know

Cater will likely record and make a compilation every time Jingyi calls Jin Ling “yOuNg MiStReSs!!”

Poor Jin Ling—

Absolutely intrigue by the spells of the lans and complicated arrays of the Jins

Will most likely be there for every night hunt for the views

He pretty chill with them all

Definitely gets seen through on his problems

He will definitely be like Lan Xichen on supporting the Wangxian couple after hearing their hardships and all

Cater definitely enjoying the ride!

Ace:

HAH! Troublemaker meets master troublemaker?

Chaos ensues.

Meets Jingyi?

Best pals for life!

Definitely teases Jin Ling with Jingyi and clicks with Wei Wuxian

He idolizes Wei Wuxian. Literally.

Will gag at the pda of the wangxian couple

Despises Lan Qiren cause of rules and why so many rules?!

Ace: wait. So you’re telling me. You have 4000+ RULES?!

Jingyi: Yep! And still counting. Wei Wuxian-qianbei (qianbei= senior) is still finding loopholes and all! He even made a book on how to beat the system!!

Ace: *immediately respect Wei Wuxian on a whole notha level*

Ace will get silencing spells and discipline by Lan Wangji 2 or 1 time a day

Sulky and Riddles appreciates Lan Wangji even more

Definitely causes mayhem and scolded

Was terrified when meeting with Jiang Cheng

Zidian literally used when a bunch of bullies was targeting Yuu cause of grim.

The first years and Junior quartet about to throw hands. But a huge whip sliced down.

It’s strike crackle and zipping lightings as the rest of the spectators looked wide eye at a tall sneering man.

His purple fine silk robes and dark aura cackle, as if bearing its fangs to those to bow.

Zidian whip was slithering as Sandu Shengshu was prowling towards the rowdy 2nd year NRC delinquent with a terrifying scowl

Ace had never been terrified before as he did right now.

After that, no one dared to approach until once or twice that Wei Wuxian with his demonic cultivation powers, Wen Ning Ghost general, Lan Wangji guqin and sword skill, and Lan Xichen terrifying smile scared off there troublemakers

Ace now knows not to piss these war veterans off

He still scared of Jiang Cheng but lower down a bit when he knows Jiang Cheng protected him from a monster

All in all, he vibing and enjoying these new people appearance

Will hear the war stories and all the adventures

Deuce:

This sweet child gonna idolize Wei Wuxian and be adopted quick!

He will idolize Lan Xichen for his mannerism and Jiang Cheng for his bada$$ moves

Definitely will know about the chicken story and stay clear of handing chickens to anyone

Will definitely be interested in any night hunt stories

He will sympathize with Jin Ling as both of them are teased.

They be clicking

He will be helping Ace on Wei Wuxian spicy cooking while Sizhui brings sweet milk for everyone

Definitely looks to Lan Xichen advices and learn moves with Lan Wangji

He will be teased by Wei Wuxian in good spirit

Definitely empathizes with Wen Ning

Both be isolated and with bad backstory or history

Both are babies, fight me!

Will blush on the pda displayed cause he is an innocent boi on love

Lan Qiren is intimidating to Deuce, but will learn of Lan Qiren softness later on

This boy will definitely wanna try to ride the flying spiritual swords but is too neevous to ask

Jin Ling takes him on the ride

He enjoys the feeling and will ask lots of questions about it to Lan Wangji who simply replies with patience with bunnies around

Will definitely believe anything Wei Wuxian says which Lan Wangji gently and lovingly stops Wei Wuxian from doing

He gonna be having lots more role models now!

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Hope y’all enjoyed this! Next one will be Savanaclaw~! Cause I’ll be going by the order of each Overblot. Hopefully this is good and do leave some comments. I’ve experimented with the aesthetic and maybe get better! But hey? Who asking? Adios!!

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drelldreams · 10 months

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The Art of Deception (Mass Effect Fanfic, AU)

Synopsis: What if Liselle had outsmarted her attackers? What if she had better security, and had gotten some help?

Because if Jack canonically almost killed both Brooks and Leng, then Aria T’loaks daughter sure as hell can at least hold him off! Plus we all know Aria would always keep a trusted guard near her daughter.

Frankly, Liselle was not as powerful of a biotic as one might expect from the daughter of Aria T’loak. While she was not a weak biotic per se, Liselle did not turn out to be quite as naturally gifted as her mother was. She knew her mother had been disappointed to find that out, even if she wouldn’t admit that to Liselle’s face.

Contrary to popular belief, not all asari were powerful biotics. Overall, the asari were the most powerful biotic users as a whole. Few alien biotics could measure up to the skill level of a young asari commando. Most of those who could, were krogan, who had centuries to hone those powers. Still, not every asari had the potential to become an asari commando. While every asari naturally possessed biotic powers, every now and then, a young asari would be rejected from joining the commandos due to a lack of biotic talent.

Liselle perhaps would have been among those, had she not worked about ten times as hard as those asari attempting to get into the asari military probably did. Being the daughter of Aria, she was put on a strict training regimen. Despite of that, she could not call herself powerful. Capable, maybe. But certainly not where Aria would have expected a daughter of hers to be after over two centuries of training.

Her biotic instructor, Cylura, would reassure her that she was a late bloomer. That she was one of those rare kind of asari that would experience a sudden and drastic increase of biotic power when they hit their Matron stage. After all, she was Aria’s daughter. She would have to be biotically gifted.

The maiden hoped it would prove to be true, but she did not choose to rely on those odds. Perhaps she was not gifted like her mother in the use of biotics, but she inherited Aria’s intelligence and cunning nature without a doubt.

———

Aria did not like Paul. She hadn’t liked Nessita, Ikerish, or Naedir either. Liselle was certain that Aria was the kind of mother that would not think of any of her daughter’s partners as good enough. What did she expect? That she would remain without a mate for the rest of her life?

They’ve butted heads a lot over this. Especially since Aria could not find a whole lot on Paul’s background, despite her agents specialized for intel gathering being some of the best in the galaxy. Whoever this Grayson was; he was good. Aria respected that, but this man was close to her daughter and so she would keep digging and digging for every bit of information she could possibly find. She trusted no one. And certainly not when it came to her daughter. Even her daughter’s caretakers and instructors were being watched constantly, and were unaware that Liselle was Aria’s daughter.

Liselle agreed with Aria that she would remain cautious around Grayson. They’ve set up so many rules that anyone who wasn’t familiar with Omega’s nature would have thought of Aria as insane, but the maiden could understand her mother. While Liselle trusted Grayson, she was familiar with the way Omega worked. After all, she had grown up here. Matters could get complicated, and Liselle did not wish to see the results of it.

—-

The moment Liselle had the opportunity to set up secret surveillance tech in Grayson’s apartment, she’s taken the chance. Grayson wasn’t easily fooled; so she had to wait it out a bit. But she was certain that he hadn’t noted anything. If Liselle was one thing, it was subtle. She never acted on impulse. Each of her plans were meticulously constructed, and discussed with Aria herself beforehand. Humans tended to be exhausted after a mating meld, and Liselle had exploited that. She’d set up a prototype of a scanner, as well as carefully hidden bugs in his apartment, which Aria had ordered her to install so she could have her men analyze every word from Grayson and possibly use it for intel gathering. Hacking his omnitool wasn’t an option, so the only way they could spy on his calls was by bugging his place.

The scanning device, the Vilra, had been a prototype of an alert system created by one of Aria’s men - a brilliant salarian engineer. Even advanced omnitool scanners did not pick it up, hence, it had to be searched manually in the old fashioned way without the assistance of technology. It would only be a matter of time until software would be released on the black market to pick up nearby Vilra devices up via a scan, and be able to hack them, but for now, it was an extremely valuable piece of tech to own.

Liselle had planted it so that it was impossible to detect without a thorough search, and so that it could scan anyone who entered Grayson’s apartment. Anyone who got to the doorstep would have their morphological form scanned. In case it did not match the form of Liselle or Paul, a signal would be emitted to alert Aria, as well as Liselle herself. Wherever Liselle was, one of her mother’s Agents were always nearby. Of course, in theory, there was a chance that whoever entered wasn’t hostile, but Liselle knew Paul well. He hardly trusted anyone, but her, to allow them into his apartment. Aria believed the only time someone other than Liselle or Paul would enter were in the case that Grayson were to betray his asari lover. That, or, someone was after one of them, if not both of them.

——

As soon as the Cerberus team entered the apartment, a signal had been emitted to Liselle’s omnitool. Being the daughter of Aria, Liselle’s instincts were finely honed, and it was thereby no surprise how quickly she jumped out of bed. Her mother had prepared her for this type of scenario thousands of times. She’d even set up fake ambushes before, sending some of her men to break into her place, or come towards her, just to see how she would handle the situation.

Maybe Liselle was not quite the biotic Aria had hoped she’d be, but her teachers had praised her reflexes and combat tactics. Before she hit thirty, she could kill someone without even using a gun or biotics.

In an instant, she’d put on a belt; a tactical cloak disguised as a piece of asari lingerie. To distract the enemy, she used a method that she hoped Paul would recognize as being an act of deception. As he’d worked with her before, there was a chance he would recognize it as a trick pulled by Liselle.

Taking out her omnitool, she adjusted the pre-written code quickly, only for a hologram to storm out the bedroom. A hologram in the shape of the asari attempting to disguise herself with a cheap tactical cloak. Liselle assumed that if they could override Grayson’s security codes, they probably had the ability to detect poorly cloaked people.

Only, this wasn’t really Liselle. And Paul knew too well that Liselle owned better tech than that poor attempt of a disguise.

But the intruders? They fell for it. Shooting after the hologram, which was running into the living room, far away from Grayson. Luckily, this mistake already cost them a few tranquilizer rounds. Meanwhile, Liselle took the gun from the bedside table.

A few were still shooting towards Grayson, who was hiding behind cover. He wasn’t armed, and it would only be a matter of time until they’d figure that out. So Grayson opened his omnitool, typing in a command to play noises that would give the illusion of a new thermal clip being injected. Peaking out his head, he checked to see if they were hidden behind cover. As he saw that was the case, the former Cerberus operative hit a command to play the noise of a shot.

While half of the hostiles were shooting after a hologram in the living room, Liselle took the opportunity to sneak towards a woman cloaked, using a neural shock to stun her. Any other move would not have been silent enough. She caught her body gently, lying it down on the floor as quietly as possible.

Liselle was by far outnumbered, so she was not going to risk being detected while half of the enemies were distracted by attempting to find the hologram. If she’d fired a shot, they’d all come towards her. She had to take out a few men before she exposed herself.

She ambushed the brunette man shooting towards Grayson, stabbing him with her omniblade and covering his mouth so the kill would be silent.

Unfortunately, one of the other men had seen her. He was quickly brought down by Grayson, who’d snuck out of cover to knock out the red haired man in a quick ambush and remove his gun. Another human male, somewhat older looking than the rest, was about to shoot at Paul, but as the man did not have any shields, Liselle was able to keep him in a stasis field long enough to render him unable to move. By the time the stasis field had vanished, Paul had successfully removed the red haired man’s gun and taken out the older man.

That is, when Paul began to stumble, falling to his knees. A dart had been shot right into his side. The sound of the shot, or perhaps already the sound of the other man being knocked out cold, must have attracted the other hostiles’ attention.

Damnit. Now it was three to one. Liselle was outnumbered, but if she played her cards right, she’d have a shot. They weren’t armed with anything besides tranquilizer guns. They didn’t have armor, or even kinetic barriers.

“Get out of here, quick!”, a woman yelled. Liselle quickly took cover before the woman was able to hit her with a dart. While her first instinct was to protect Grayson, Liselle knew that would be a stupid move. And Liselle didn’t do stupid, as much as she loved Grayson. Her mother had taught her better.

They weren’t going to kill him. They intended to take him alive. If they had wanted to kill Paul, they would’ve done so already.

“Kill the stupid Asari whore!”, a man with shaggy dark hair yelled as Liselle’s bullet penetrated the forehead of the Cerberus woman. Two to one, now.

Apparently, though, Liselle was just a nuisance. So they were here for Grayson, only. That meant they’d try and kill her. She’d have to avoid being shot with a dart. If she lost consciousness, she’d be dead.

“Come out, and I’ll let Grayson live!”, one of the men— he had some Earth accent that must have been Australian- yelled, holding his omniblade to Grayson’s lifeless body.

Liselle’s biotic flared in anger, her pulse rising. That had to be a trick, right?

“Alright, alright. Fine!”, Liselle played along, slowly moving out of cover. Of course, she gathered as much biotic energy as she could, knowing they were attempting to deceive her.

But Liselle was smarter than that. She’s been in the mercenary business for centuries, and her mother had taught her many things. It was not easy to trick Liselle.

The moment the man drew back the omniblade, letting Grayson’s body slump to the floor, Liselle sent him crashing into the wall, the impact breaking his neck. But the last intruder- the one with the shaggy black hair- was stealthier than Liselle had given him credit for. Maybe that was part of his plan. Playing dumb so Liselle would underestimate him. At the cost of his colleagues lives.

She felt her vision blur in an instant. Liselle tried to fight the effects of the tranquilizer as much as she could, focusing on all of her anger towards those who dared to hurt Grayson to muster as much biotic strength as possible. She quickly changed her mind, however, knowing a single biotic attack would have her lose consciousness.

If this attack didn’t take this guy out, Liselle would be guaranteed dead. She could forget the option of running off and trying to keep him distracted long enough for any help to arrive, or for Grayson to wake up.

Liselle feigned unconsciousness, hoping the intruder would fall for it. Then, she could try to take him out as soon as he got close to her. Unlike her, he didn’t have a gun.

But as Liselle did so, she started to think this was taking a little too long. What was he doing? Was he making sure that she had passed out? Had he seen through Liselle’s plan?

Suddenly, Liselle heard a groan. She could barely see as she opened her eyes, but she could make out the shape of a female turian. One of Aria’s people.

The stabbing attack hadn’t done much but sent her staggering a bit. Having natural armor plating, turians were more resistant to injury than most other races.

—-

By the time Liselle woke up, she found herself in her mother’s private, most well guarded hospital. She glanced around the room to see if Paul was here, too, but there was no trace. Instead she met a pair of four eyes. Tvish, Aria’s most trusted doctor. Had this human man taken Paul? No. No. There was no way. Aria’s Agent surely took this assassin out before he could take Grayson. Being armed and armored, she was at heavy advantage.

“We’ve lost track of him”, Liselle heard a familiar voice speak faintly from outside the room over comms. Bray. “Nyreen was ambushed by a bunch of guys. Guards. Asshole must have bribed them to attack us. Nyreen managed to take all of them out, but this human assassin is gone.”

It took a moment before Aria responded. “My, my- I’ve got some cleaning to do in my organization. At least he couldn’t have gotten far. Not when he’s here on Omega. This bastard will get what he deserves.”

With a scowl, she turned to enter the medbay. Her eyes instantly softened as her gaze met Liselle’s. There was a warmth in Aria’s blue eyes that was reserved for no one but her daughter. It was such an unusual look for the queen it almost made her seem like a different person.

#liselle t’loak #fic #my writing #liselle fic #aria t’loak #bray #nyreen #paul grayson #kai leng

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birubilirubin · 2 years

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Shuichi Akai Emotional Line

Previously I've found some accurate evidence about this CP, so I tried to analyze it, and it took 10 years to prove this cp is real, maybe this CP is a little controversial, and some readers almost don't want to accept or close their eyes to this CP, and sadly some of these CP fans who have so few fans hiding because it was hit by a thunder storm, and the actions of some people who spread hatred on others for the sake of paper people. Once again I emphasize as long as the author wants to draw it like that, you have no right to spread hatred.

First of all I feel that Conan's emotional line portrayal has a strict style that a reasoning comic should have. CP who wants to be described in detail will definitely make detailed explanations and progress. For example, Takagi and Sato have published several Police Department love stories. Shiratori and Kobayashi also have an image of the gradual heating of their relationship and the irreplaceable misunderstandings used to promote their relationship. Chiba and Miike are very dramatic, unable to recognize first love, not to mention Shin-Ran and Hei-Kazu who are sprinkled with petty love scenes throughout the book.

Seeing this, as long as Gosho wants to form CP, he will cast quite a lot of shadow. Unfortunately from the point of view of Shuichi-Akemi and Shuichi-Judy's past, Gosho doesn't pave the way for both parties in an interaction that warms their feelings. While it's a bit harsh to say this, Gosho really doesn't show any concern for Akemi or Judy in the comics, not to mention any further emotional portrayal. From this, it could be seen that Gosho had absolutely no intention of forming these two CPs. At least let Judy get her revenge on Vermouth, and become FBI boss in the future.

Frankly, it's basically impossible for a CP who doesn't have clues and shadows to become an official CP in Conan Because CP involves the emotional line of the character, and then involves character development, it can even be said to be part of the character growth of the two people involved in CP.

Just like Shin-Ran, the influence and significance of the two sides to each other was very important. If one role is omitted, the establishment of other roles will definitely not be complete. For Conan one of the important motivations for him to take action in order to meet his childhood lover Maori Ran who is very important to him, he wants to restore his body, or to protect her, it can be said that Conan's driving force is Maori Ran. Therefore, forming a CP is basically the same as forming a character, there must be various details and layouts, and will never be skipped.

When Gosho portrays CP, it also focuses on portraying the influence of the two sides on each other, and that is a positive influence.

For example,

1. Shiratori started to become a police officer because of the cherry blossoms straw that Kobayashi gave him.

2. Haneda Shukichi inspired by his encounter with Yumi and has the motivation to challenge the seven crowns.

3. Miike always remembers the traffic rules because of Chiba.

4. Fushae also remembers Professor's warm words praising her hair like ginkgo leaves.

Currently, the CP depicted by Gosho is very warm, and the plot description of each CP when they are in love is also a very heartwarming plot, so it can be seen that Conan's portrayal of CP tends to be positive and warm.

Then, let's look at Shuichi-Haibara. Shuichi initially had a complicated face, and now he is happy, fond of children, his monitoring, his personal protection, and delivery of food after disguise. Then saw Haibara who was gradually becoming cheerful, loosened her guard, became more relaxed.

I can confirm that Gosho is intentionally portraying the positive influence the two have on each other, and this is one of Gosho's requirements for portraying CP.

(By the way, in the Scarlet chapter, Shuichi , who did you eavesdropping?)

How would you like to see Shuichi-Haibara's CP?.

First Gosho is not just a childhood lover control. Of all the types of CP he forms the equation is pure love. For example, Kogoro likes young girls, but his love is only for Eri. Regardless of age or whatever, the definition of love for Gosho is pure love to be true love. So if you want to see this CP, you have to think from the start Shuichi treated Haibara as a woman, and there was a genuine feeling of wanting to protect her.

1. Shuichi ambiguous treatment for Haibara.

Starting from the promise of protection that Rye said for Sherry. According to some people this promise is just an ordinary promise that will be displayed in the final stages of the battle. On the other hand I think Gosho wrote this promise of protection to Akai during the Rye period there must be a story behind it, and not just an ordinary promise, there must be a preposition and a back sentence. Akai wasn't the type to make promises like this easily. He is not conan the hero of justice. He only has one life. So this promise is a very important promise to a person who is very precious to him. This promise of protection also affected his emotional line which also influenced his actions which resulted in his failure. If Akai's emotions weren't affected in any way, he might already be at the top of the organization, and managed to find out the facts about his father's case.

At first Akai uses everyone as his tool just to find the truth about his missing father, the line of emotion here is negative. Then he sacrifices Jody to destroy the organization, the emotional line is negative. Suddenly who knows when he said this promise of protection to Miyano Shiho, his line of emotion turned positive. So what was the reason Shuichi changed his resolve? Right now the answer that comes to mind is love. Gosho himself has a point of view about pure love. Like Amuro who likes Elena. So I think Shuichi's first love wasn't Jody, lover doesn't mean love. Just like the Akemi he used to get to know Shiho. Akai's relationship with Jody is also due to her relationship with Vermouth. Seeing the way Akai treats Camel and Jody, he treats Camel better, but he has a bad mouth with Jody. Camel even knows better about Akai's favorite whiskey. Jody doesn't know anything about Akai, So Jodie's guess about Akai in the red and black chapter can’t be trusted

There was an interview that asked this before, (I read the original interview in Japanese) and Gosho was a little confused about the answer, he replied that Akemi who lived in his heart was because Akemi had died, appreciation for the dead is to remember her in the heart. Like Akai who will always remember Scotch in his heart. So regardless of their age, Shuichi's feelings were purely wanting to protect the person he loved. So that could explain some of Subaru's redundant protective measures.

Next from Shiho's point of view. She is a girl who is strong on the outside but longs for love and needs someone on the inside. Even though she said she didn't need protection, it wasn't true. She recognized Shuichi with just one sentence, and instantly remembered his unforgettable promise of protection. She started to believe in Conan because Conan risked his life to save her from danger. She started to rely on Maori Ran and felt that she was protecting her like her sister. This meaning of protecting was a very precious thing to Shiho.

2. The misunderstanding between Shuichi and Shiho.

Conan as a third party believes that the organization killed Akemi because of Shuichi's relationship, so he thinks when Shiho confronts Shuichi she will be angry and even hate him. Conan thinks that way because he missed the opportunity to save her sister due to his incompetence. Haibara was angry and cried infront of him. Until the bus case Conan sacrifices himself to save her, and then she starts to believe in Conan, but the fact is not, which are actually Ayumi who influenced it. Haibara refuses Conan's protection. This meant that this promise of protection really had a big impact on her.

The picture of Shiho remembering Shuichi illustrates the following problem: First, Shiho remembers Shuichi without hatred. Second, Shiho didn't know Shuichi's real identity. The organization did not link Akemi's death to Shuichi’s disguise, and withheld information about Shuichi's true identity from Shiho. In Shiho's mind, Shuichi was not the culprit who killed Akemi. When Shiho appeared on the scene, she had already emphasized that the organization killed her sister. She also doesn't hate Shuichi because of Akemi's death. Shiho remembered Shuichi only two descriptions, one was her sister's boyfriend, and the other was the one who betrayed the organization. Both of them hinted at Shiho's previously mentioned feelings, and Gosho had alluded to these two aspects. Shiho misunderstands that Shuichi is the sister's boyfriend and the one who betrayed the organization.

• Sister’s boyfriend means that Shuichi did not tell Shiho about his fake relationship, and did not explain his identity and purpose of joining the organization to Shiho, and based on this pretending to be a couple with Akemi was one of the misunderstandings between them.

• The one who betrayed the organization meant Shuichi left without saying goodbye. Why didn't Shuichi explain everything to Shiho before catching Gin? Why did Shuichi leave without saying goodbye to Shiho? The one who said that he would protect her with his life just disappeared. The implication is that he said he wanted to protect her with his life, but why did he leave her. This is the biggest misunderstanding between them.

3. Hints on the Scarf

Subaru cars have a total of two doors. Shiho had to take off the scarf and walk to the side door like the animation team did, but she climbed up on Shuichi's thigh (in reality, the space in the car was narrower), but Shiho subconsciously crawled on his thigh without any shame. This wasn't something a woman could do to a grown man she didn't know, or even a grown man she knew, and Gosho drew it on purpose. In chapter 1072, this is the first and only time Gosho positively describes Shiho's feelings for Shuichi. The real relationship between Shiho and Shuichi must be very close, trusting each other, and feeling comfortable with each other.

4. Shuichi's Revenge.

At that time, Shiho was already under his protection. So he could get his revenge when he reunited with Gin, this revenge doesn't only refers to Akemi but also Shiho. His revenge he couldn't do 2 years ago, because Shiho was still in the organization, if he acted then, Shiho would be in danger. Shuichi felt sorry for Shiho for not being able to protect her when she was in such a dangerous situation in her life. Because of his incompetence caused many tragedies to happen to Shiho such as her shrinking body, she was willing to be shot dead by Vermouth, and the death of her older sister. Even though Shuichi doesn't really love Akemi, she is still a precious sister to Shiho. Therefore, Shuichi thought of Akemi, and remembering her in his heart was a normal. This kind of feeling was not contradictory at all, just as Conan would try his best to protect Maori Ran while thinking of Ai. You can't say that Conan is a jerk just because he thinks of two people at the same time, but his love can only be given to one person.

#shuichi akai #shiho miyano #subaru okiya #akemi miyano #haibara ai #part 1

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Hooty being in a trance during the Moonlight conjuring isn't anything new. He spends most of his life in a space trance. At least this one was intertwined with the true power of friendship.

Whoa. I hope you don't mind me answering a bunch of these at once - this is a lot!

1. Hmm, that’s true! Hooty did seem to be conscious during the conjuring, seeing as he was able to remember what happened afterwards. It looks as if the only difference was that he wasn’t able to move on his own. Being part of the Moonlight Friendship Conjuring wasn’t really a problem for him - it was overall a positive experience.

2. You make a good point - regardless of whether or not the house itself existed before Eda came along, it’s probably called the Owl House because of her. Since I don’t know much about the circumstances surrounding her curse yet, I don’t want to rule out other possibilities, but that definitely seems the most likely.

3. I agree! I did briefly touch on that in this post. Since Episode 5, Amity’s come off as less smug and more... abrasive? Standoffish? She’s not exactly acting friendly yet (as she acknowledges at the end of Episode 7), not even with Luz, but she seems doesn’t seem quite so pleased with herself or as keen to show off for the most part... instead, she gives off the impression that she’d really prefer it if everyone just left her alone for a bit. Of course, she hasn’t had much luck with that in either episode!

4. You’re right; Luz did miss out on Eda and Lilith’s duel, which means that although she knows Eda is powerful, she doesn’t have much info on Lilith’s abilities. Meanwhile, she’s seen how strong Willow is firsthand.

I would like to disagree on one point here, though: from what we’ve seen of Willow’s abilities so far, I wouldn’t exactly say that her powers are inherently destructive or completely unsuited for delicate tasks? Going by what was shown in Episode 3, Willow is able to control how much damage her vines deal to both stationary structures and moving beings on a pretty large scale. Not only that, she used her magic on a much smaller scale (to heal the flower) and to perform complicated tasks (blocking off Amity’s abomination while also transporting Luz safely outside the school at the same time).

At the moment, I think that Willow’s greatest weakness is actually that her powers are subject to her emotions; she wilted the flower after initially healing it just because she felt upset over Amity showing up, and tends to sprout vines involuntarily when she’s upset. When she’s focused, she has a lot of control over her plants, but her powers can get away from her if she’s not careful. That said, I haven’t seen her powers in action too many times yet, so I could be wrong - it’s always possible that a later episode will explore the limitations of her magic in greater detail!

5. Yeah! One of my early theories for how things might go down in Episode 6 was that Luz and friends would run into Eda by coincidence at some point during the episode and help her out with some dangerous predicament she’d found herself in, and that would get Luz off the hook as far as being in trouble over the Moonlight Conjuring went. That first part did end up happening, but because Luz had no idea about Eda messing up, Eda was free to play the Strict Mentor Who Must Punish Her Student For Her Misdeeds (for all of about 3 seconds) without having to worry about Luz bringing up Eda’s own mistakes.

(And, keeping things consistent with his reaction to Eda’s crisis in Episode 3, King drops the whole issue once it’s resolved, so Eda probably won’t have to worry about him spilling the beans about this either.)

6. Oooh, that’s a take that I hadn’t considered! There was a lot of emphasis on magical ability in this episode, from the comments the other girls made about Willow lacking talent, to Luz’s reassurance that Willow demonstrated her true abilities by helping to bring a house to life - not to mention what Eda said at the end about it taking powerful magic to animate the house - so I kind of assumed that the Moonlight Conjuring was a direct reflection of the conjurers’ magical talent, rather than their bonds with one another. But this is definitely an interesting way to look at it!

#wingsy liveblogs #ask #wingsy watches owl house #owls ep 6 #whew! now for the other 6 #for future reference if you send in a lot of asks at once it may take me a little bit longer to respond #but please don't stop! these are a lot of fun #I can't seem to add a cut to this post so I apologise in advance to everyone's dashboards #thanks for the ask!

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Simon's holidays - Part 1: Dilemma

"Simon, come down, please."

Dad is calling me from the ground floor of the house, and he's annoying when he does that. If he wants to talk to me, he can come upstairs. I decide not to respond, to act as if I didn't hear him. It hasn't even been an hour since I got back from school, and I just want to be alone.

"Simon!"

Once again, I decide not to respond and put my headphones in my ears. This way, if he comes up to my room, I'll have an excuse for not having heard him.

As I lay on my bed with my headphones in, I see the door suddenly swing open.

"You could answer when I call you!" my dad says, clearly a little irritated.

"I didn't hear you," I say as I take off my headphones. "I was listening to music."

These past six months have been a bit complicated for both of us. Mom died of pancreatic cancer. Everything happened fairly quickly between her diagnosis and her death, in less than a year, she was gone.

My name is Simon, I'm 11 years old, and I'm an only child. Before, we were a typical family and had great moments together. Since mom's death, nothing is the same. Dad is always on my case, asking if I've done my homework, telling me to go wash up, waking me up early, even on the weekends. I really miss Mom. Besides, Dad might have found a job recently. He stopped working to take care of Mom and remained unemployed for a few months after her death.

Dad seems a bit upset, and I'm not sure what he wants to tell me. Is it to say that his interview didn't go well?

"Like I mentioned, I had an interview today. I just got back from their place. It's not very close, and the trip took me about 45 minutes, but I like the job they're offering, and I'm going to say yes."

I'm glad. If Dad works again, he'll be away from home more often, especially if it's far. At least he won't be home when I get back from school, so I can play video games. He's strict about it; he always wants me to do my homework first, and he doesn't want me to play for more than 30 minutes a day.

"That's great," I say without really explaining why I'm so happy.

"I am happy, yes. It will be good for me to get out of the house and see people again. You know, Simon, we've talked about this before, and I know these past months haven't been easy for you, but they haven't been easy for me either."

I know that all too well, yes! It has affected both of us, even though we didn't experience it the same way. We weren't necessarily very close before Mom's death, and it hasn't improved afterward. We only talk when it's absolutely necessary, and we don't share much with each other.

"It's almost the holidays," he continues, "they're coming up really fast. It's Monday, and they start on Saturday."

Oh, yes, I had almost forgotten about the holidays. That's great; I'll be home alone for a week. I'll be able to sleep in, eat whenever I want, and play as much video games as I please.

"I know you wouldn't mind staying home alone, but I don't want it to go that way." "Why? Don't you trust me?" "It's not really a matter of trust," he says, "but more about safety and lifestyle. I can imagine how it would go; I wasn't born yesterday, I was young once too." "Ah, so because you didn't follow your parents' rules when you were my age, you think I won't either?" "Simon, don't take me for a fool either. We both know how it would go. Anyway, that's not the point of this conversation; I don't want you to stay home alone."

I'm disappointed by what my dad is telling me. I could have had some peace, but it seems I won't.

"So, where am I going, then?" "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I see two possible solutions. The deadline is very short, and these are the only options I have."

I wonder what my dad is going to propose, and I'm somewhat anxious. I'm really afraid that I won't like what he's going to say.

"I haven't called them yet to see if it's possible, but the first option is to go to your grandparents." "You mean grandpa and grandma?" "Don't call them that; you know they don't like it. But yes, I'm talking about your mom's parents." "The answer is a straight 'no,' I absolutely do not want to go there. The last time didn't go very well."

The summer before, I had gone to stay with them for the holidays. I had never been there alone, and my parents had told me it would be great. Well, it was far from great. I wasn't allowed to do anything; they were stricter than my parents. I even asked my parents if I could come back early. I was bored like I'd never been before! On the second day, we had a big argument, and I stayed locked in my room, not wanting to come out.

On the day of departure, I didn't even say goodbye to them, and Mom was quite angry with me. I'll never set foot there again.

"I knew you'd say that," he replied. "The second option I have is the leisure center."

"But leisure centers are for little kids. You go there when you're in primary school, not when you're in middle school!"

"I'm almost certain it's not a matter of academic level but rather an age-related issue. I believe they can accommodate children from 3 to 12 years old. I inquired about it three years ago, and that's what I was told."

"But Dad, none of my friends go to such places!"

"You can make new friends there! Or even suggest that your friends sign up too."

What a bummer this leisure center thing is! I might end up with little kids, doing little kid activities.

"What's your decision, Simon?" Dad asks me.

"Well, I don't really have a choice. I'll go to the center."

"I just hope they have space. I'll call right away. And if they don't, you'll go to your grandparents'."

Dad then leaves my room, and I hear him go down the stairs. I also step out of my room and head to the landing, so I can eavesdrop on the conversation. From where I am, I can see him, but he can't see me. He taps on his phone for a few seconds, probably looking for the phone number, and then he puts his smartphone on speaker.

"Youth Service, Constance speaking."

Dad then explains the purpose of his call.

"I won't hide from you that it's going to be very complicated," the lady explains. "We already have a lot of reservations. I'll check the various leisure centers in the community. Can you remind me of your son's age?"

"He's 11 years old."

A few seconds pass before the lady responds again.

"In this category, I'm afraid we don't have any available spots left in any of the centers. I'm really sorry. Unless... let me take a few more seconds to check..."

"Yes, please tell me."

"After checking, I have one spot left in the Marots leisure center, but it's reserved for children with disabilities."

Dad doesn't respond immediately; it's as if he's thinking about what to say. I'm not disabled, so he can't answer yes; it would be immediately noticeable.

"I didn't want to bring this up to avoid highlighting it," my dad says, "but my son has issues with incontinence. Does that classify him as a child with a disability?"

I can't believe my ears! Dad is saying that I'm handicapped? That can't be true. Besides, I don't even know what "incontinent" means.

"Yes, of course," the lady responds. "That's perfect, then. We need to fill out a form as soon as possible to secure the date. When can you come?" "Wednesday afternoon, is that possible for you?" "I have a slot available at 2 PM." "Very well, I'll take that slot then. I'm Mr. Mitonno." "I've noted that in my calendar. Please take notes; I'll give you a list of the documents you'll need to bring: vaccination certificate, family record book, tax statement, proof of address, and a doctor's certificate stating that your child is disabled." "I've written it all down. Thank you. See you on Wednesday. Thank you, ma'am, and have a good day."

As soon as Dad hung up, I went back to my room. I don't want to show Dad that I overheard the conversation, and I prefer to wait for him to come to me. What I did catch, though, is that he'll need a medical certificate, and that's bound to be a problem. What doctor would be willing to provide a false certificate? Certainly not our doctor; Dad really doesn't like him, and I can't imagine him asking for that.

As soon as I closed the door, I grabbed my phone and typed the word "incontinent" into the search bar. Fortunately, the autocomplete feature helped me find the correct spelling. I started the search and found the definition.

I read the first result: "Lacking restraint or moderation," and I didn't really understand the meaning; it can't be that. I read the second definition: "Unable to control the discharge of feces or urine," with an example sentence: "An incontinent child."

My throat tightens. Is my dad trying to send me to a leisure center by making me out to be someone who wets or soils themselves? No, it can't be possible; he can't do that! I really can't believe what I just heard.

Shortly after, while I'm still lost in my thoughts, Dad enters my room. My throat has been tight since I overheard the conversation.

"I found a spot," Dad says without saying more.

"Where is it?" I ask.

"In a leisure center, very close by, actually."

"And was there space?"

"Yes, we have an appointment on Wednesday afternoon to complete your registration."

Dad doesn't seem to want to address the question that has been on my mind for a while. I'm not sure how to make him talk about it without telling him that I overheard the conversation. How does he think it's going to work if I'm at the center and I don't have the disability he told them about?

He does seem to hesitate, and I think he's afraid to talk to me about it, especially about my reaction.

"It's just that..."

"That what?" I ask impatiently, eager to see how he's going to broach the subject.

"I told them that you have a disability, that you have accidents... or more precisely, urinarya leaks."

"But that's not true! I'm not incontinent!"

As soon as I blurt out that word, I know that Dad understands that I overheard his conversation with the lady.

"You eavesdropped on my phone call, didn't you?"

"Yes, I listened, and it's ridiculous! You're willing to lie to get me to go to that leisure center."

"Simon, I did it for your sake! So you wouldn't have to go to your grandparents."

I can't believe he's saying he did it for me!

"But wait, if you tell them that I wet myself, and they see that I don't, they'll realize you lied to them. And how are you going to get the medical certificate? You're not going to do it yourself, I assume?"

"I'll take care of the certificate. I think I can manage to get one. As for the accidents, you'll have to actually have them, or they'll figure it out, yes, you're right."

"So you expect me to wet myself in broad daylight in front of everyone? In front of adults, but also kids? They'll make fun of me, I'll be the laughingstock of everyone. There's no way I'm doing that!"

I'm angry, and I think my tone of voice makes it clear to my dad.

"That's why I thought about the solution of wearing protections..."

"What is that?" I ask, annoyed.

"They're also called diapers."

"I'm not sure I understand what you're telling me. Let me rephrase: you want me to wear diapers like babies, is that it? I'm 11, Dad! I'm too old for that."

"Yes, that's exactly it, you understood perfectly."

"Even if I did, and I emphasize the word 'if,' the others would make fun of me! Can you imagine a boy my age in diapers?"

"You know, this condition actually exists. There are really people your age, and even older, who suffer from it and wear protection to make it inconspicuous. Because, yes, wearing a diaper is not visible. No one sees what's under people's clothes."

"I'll follow your thought," I say. "Let's assume I wear one, and it's not visible. If I don't pee in it, the leisure center staff will also realize it's fake, and they'll kick me out."

"That's why you'll have to play the role of an incontinent boy. If they ever catch on that we made a fool of them, they'll terminate the contract, and you'll be forced to go to your grandparents."

Dad is really putting me in a tough spot. He wants me to lie, to make a fool of myself by wearing diapers and wetting them. I can't accept that.

"I can't even believe you're asking me this; it's out of the question." "So, do you prefer to go to your grandparents?" "I don't prefer anything. I can't accept either of your two propositions." "And if I offered to buy you the new gaming console you've been asking for for over a year, would that help you decide?"

Dad is trying to buy me, offering me a deal! I really want that PS5. I've been bugging him for months to get it, and he always says it's too expensive.

"So, if I go to my grandparents, you'll buy me a console to take with me?" "No, of course not. If I offer to buy the console, it's for the option of the leisure center. Sending you to your grandparents would cost me money, and I don't have much right now. The leisure center option is much less costly, and the difference could cover the purchase of your console."

It's a tough dilemma. In essence, either I go to my grandparents and don't get my new console, or I go to this leisure center for five days and get a console.

"Okay, I'll go to the center!" "Be careful; let's be clear about this. You will need to genuinely appear as a child with incontinence until the end of the week. I'd even say until your 12th birthday and you're no longer eligible for a leisure center." "What do you mean?" "If, during other holidays, you can't go to your grandparents either, you'll have to return to that leisure center, and they must have no doubts that you faked your incontinence issues."

Oh yeah, so it's not just five days, after all... But we'll see about that when the time comes.

"And will I be allowed to play for more than 30 minutes a day?" "Don't push your luck; we'll see when the time comes. Just succeed in what I'm proposing first, and we'll decide." "The deal works for me; I accept."

As my dad says, no one but the center staff should see my diaper hidden under my clothes. And even if a 5-year-old did see it, why would they tell anyone? Plus, I can probably go to the bathroom discreetly. What bothers me the most is having to wet my diaper at least once a day. But if that's all it takes to get a new console, I'm willing to make that sacrifice!

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kay-elle-cee · 5 months

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gracias por romperme el corazón continuamente. tienes un verdadero talento!

Me gustaría saber más sobre el pequeño de primer año del IBFIBG. Porque sinceramente estaba aterrorizado. "A veces das un poco de miedo. Brillante pero aterrador". ¿Qué pasó por esa mente tuya cuando quisiste incluirlo en la historia? ¿Querías otro valor impactante en esta historia? ¿Realmente lo sientes después de hacerme pasar dolor de IBFIBG?

Espero que tengas una linda celebración, muchas gracias por el dolor porque encontré belleza despues de todo el dolor .- 🕵🏽 🥹🥹

¡Muchas gracias por sus amables palabras! 😭 Lamento todo el dolor causado (¿pero espero que haya sido un dolor satisfactorio?). Podría ser mi mala traducción, pero no estoy 100% seguro si querías escuchar sobre el primer año de Lily, Daniel Peterson (el primer año que fue atacado) o Michael Mills (el primer año que terminó en Gryffindor). ¡Así que voy a tocarlos todos brevemente! Pero lo voy a hacer en inglés porque no confío en que mis pensamientos se traduzcan bien 😅 ¡Espero que esté bien!

i'll be fine, i'll be good discussion of Lily's first year, Daniel Peterson, and Michael Mills under the cut!

Today's the last day to send me things for my follower milestone celebration!

So starting off chronologically, I wanted to briefly drop into Lily's first year to see how she acclimates in such a hostile environment—what does she use to drive her? We see it's a lot of spite and ambition: Loving the feeling of magic, of succeeding at magic, and the look on her classmate's face when she does something faster or better than they do. It's rough for Lily, but she has Severus with her to make it bearable. She has a friend, which is more than Daniel Peterson has.

Daniel Peterson is the next Muggleborn Slytherin—the little first year that ends up in the hospital wing and then withdrawn from school. My reasoning for including this was to show 1. How even though at this point she and Severus are barely on speaking terms, he did make a difference to how she fared in Hogwarts, and 2. That just because she's a Prefect, just because she has that power she'd been hoping for, doesn't mean that things will be easy, and she can't lose sight of things even when life is going well for her. It also shows how her classmates are getting bolder (if you can count attacking younger students as bold) and is also a bit of a callback to that incident in her third year. Daniel Peterson didn't have a James Potter, and Lily decides to keep an eagle-eye on students going forward, with she and Remus operating outside of strict prefect rules. This also begins to shape her worldview of being more proactive (which like yes she then essentially pulls back after 7th year but you know, THEN she joins the Order), and not waiting for traditional authority to do its job, because most of the time there's no action until it's too late.

And then little MICHAEL MILLS my precious baby. As a seventh year and as Head Girl, I wanted Lily on that platform making a difference and extending that hand that Daniel didn't have. Introducing herself to the families of Muggleborns, offering to be a resource for the first years— she wants them to know they have someone in their corner, and that someone is her. And when Michael asks about her house, Lily—with all her conflicting feelings about Slytherin—has to again reckon with the difference having Severus in her life made in those early years. It's that internal battle within her of "I love aspects about this Slytherin and who it's shaped me to be" and "But it's also far from perfect and actively dangerous to people like me" (oops am I projecting my own feelings about my home state of TEXAS maybe ✌🏼). It's a reflective moment from her because there's so many complicated feelings of identify wrapped up in it, but ultimately she tries to do what's best for Michael and gently guides him away from Slytherin without worrying him. Who knows where he would've ended up if Remus hadn't shown up then? With Peter and Sirius talking his little ear off about Gryffindor, that boy was SO excited and enthralled he really never stood a chance.

I hope these answers gave you some of what you were looking for! I'm sorry for the pain ibfibg caused, but I fully believe that it makes the ending THAT much sweeter! 😅

Thank you again so much for your kind words <3 More pain (hopefully accompanied with beauty!) coming your way in 2024!

#asked and answered #answers anonymous #ibfibg extras

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fashionablyfyrdraaca · 10 months

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A, H, A, U, T for archibald 😳😏

Thank you so much for sending one in Naomi!! I'm so glad people are taking interest in grandpappy boatman

A: Aphrodisiac (What encourages or entices them to make a move?)

I answered how Archibald decides to make a move, so instead I will talk about what things he finds specifically attractive hoohoo.

With Likely, he loves the deep brown of her eyes. They remind him of chocolate and of the healthy earth in the Surface. Many things in the Neath exist in one of the stages of decay. So she reminds him of life and health.

He also finds honesty very attractive. People who do not play games with others and who state what they think. There is an atmosphere of manipulation in the Neath and he tires of it especially after spending years in the Vatican.

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I answered for Archibald, so I'll respond with what happens when Likely can't behave. She's the type who would want to kiss him in public whether it be a chaste kiss or a passionate one. She also doesn't shy away from kissing him or holding his hand in front of their son (whereas he wouldn't show any physical affection toward her with their child around. He's very much a proper Victorian that believes in strict rules around interaction with one's offspring. He can't have his kid knowing that he -gasp!- holds his beloved's hand!)

At a soiree, Likely is also the type to get handsy under the table or want to pull him into a sideroom.

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

The problem with this one is that the Victorians had such complicated outfits LOL. Likely would find Archibald most attractive when he is in his breeches (possibly undone... showing a bit of treasure trail hoho!) and a simple shirt. It's a much different look from his full uniform he wears while at sea or in polite society. He values maintaining the social pecking order and appearance is very much a part of that. So when he wants to show Likely his desire for her, any deviation from his uniform is a way for him to show off.

As for what Likely could do for Archibald, he is highly titillated by being able to take her outfits apart himself. The slow pulling of a glove, the hands trailing the way to the top of a stocking, gently undoing a corset. These are all things he very much desires.

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

The Likely Lass is very much the tease in the relationship. She is the type to squeeze his leg under the table while at a dinner. She also loves to push boundaries of what she can divulge of their relationship with her friends and the PDA they share. This is definitely an occasional sore spot due to Archibald having grown up in a much more rigid society. Social expectations have loosened a bit since London Fell, but as he was born on the Surface, he doesn't necessarily share many of the same views as Likely who was born a Neathy.

Sincee I think that second A snuck itself in lmao, I decided to answer this one to be fair to you <3

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

I already answered how gifts are the way Archibald claims a partner. So for Likely, she is the type to give him a very sentimental gift to remember her by while at Zee. For example, she gives him a locket with her hair in it.

I also headcanon that the Zee has telegram lines placed by the Light Boats (I didn't research telegrams for an hour to not use it hehe). With this, I believe Likely would send Archibald messages occasionally when she can afford to pay operators to send her telegrams. Just messages to remind him of what is waiting for him.

She's also the type to give him a huge sending off when he heads back out. I'm talking coming to Wolfstack Docks in full mourning gear and refusing to let him go until the very last moment where she passionately kisses him in front of all the crew. This always frustrates Archibald as he has a reputation with the crew to maintain, but he doesn't have the heart or the true desire to stop her. It would disturb him if he had nobody to say goodbye to or that cared for him.

#roberthouses #archibald phim #oc stuff

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bas-writes · 3 years

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-rolls in last minute- Bas am I too late to ask for a HC? If I’m not can I ask for for HCs with Perona and a fem!goth s/o who’s a little older than she is? If indeed perona is able to be requested. Thank you so much darling!

So sorry for the long wait - but Ghost Princess is finally here! Hope you will enjoy! <3

With a goth girlfriend

Character: Perona Reader: female (trans inclusive) CW: none

Let’s be honest - a goth girlfriend is the peak of Perona’s wlw dreams. She’s a gothic lolita after all and she puts a lot of pressure on her style, especially on its cuteness. A good part of Moria’s - and then Mihawk’s - treasure went on her fashion whims, perfectionism is not cheap after all. Once she decided she wants to date someone, Perona of course considered dragging her future partner on the gothic side - or at least making sure they would be fashionable enough to match her. A partner without the right fashion sense wouldn’t be cute!

Being a goth, you honestly make a lot of things simpler for her. You’re already fashionable and cute, she doesn’t have to go through the boring and complicated process of taming you.

Your wardrobe becomes her wardrobe. Sorry, you don’t make the rules here. Perona’s definitely much bigger than yours, but would it stop her from getting through your clothes almost everyday? You have so many interesting treasures there - and always exactly what she needs to complete her dream creation! You’re much smaller/bigger than her? It’s not a problem, Perona knows how to work with a needle and how to adjust something to her needs and size.

Worry not, she loves you, so she definitely won’t leave you naked! Perona adores your body and your fashion style, of course she would let the creative side of hers run free and make something for you. Either be it an accessory or a whole dress, Perona - as much as her laziness will allow - will work hard to create a personalised, cute gift. Just for you. And for her eyes only, she gets jealous and possessive, if you show yourself in one of hand-made goods somewhere outside your home.

In general, Perona is quite a possessive girlfriend. She tends to treat people close to her as her physical possession, and she wasn’t working hard with you over your style to let others enjoy your beauty. Whenever you two are out, she walks arm in arm with you, protecting you both with her parasol, and glares down anyone who dares to come too close. Men are under especially strict judgement, even if you’re not into them. (I mean, who can blame her? She spent way too much time near Absalom.) If one even tries to look in your direction for too long, he will soon learn the terror of her Devil Fruit.

Despite the fact she’s younger than you and despite her childish demeanor (one she uses on you, whenever she wants something), Perona often takes the dominant and protective role. There’s nothing surprising in it, after all she’s an experienced pirate from a Warlord crew; she might have been spoiled rotten by Moria, but she knows how to take care of herself. And well, now how to take care of you. She’s a good player though, so everyone around has a feeling you’re the person on lead. (Maybe even you included, if you prefer to dominate in a relationship.)

Speaking of you being older than her - Perona doesn’t mind it, maybe even appreciates it a little bit. After all, she’s used to being in a company of people noticeably older than her. The balance between the two of you is more natural for her, she feels at ease around you, using the age difference for her gain, whenever she tries to prompt you to do something for her. Or to look cute and innocent. You truly need a lot of patience and self control to deal with her whims and manipulative tendencies.

Moody, bossy and a bit childish, Perona definitely is not the easiest partner to be with, but she rewards your patience with her cuteness and natural charm. She loves being affectionate: peppering you with kisses, suddenly hugging you from behind, playing with your hair (especially if you have hair long enough to be braided), sharing her favorite hot chocolate with you, cuddling with you through lazy mornings, on comfortable bed and surrounded by cute pillows and plushies. Her natural, girly charm always lightens you up, brings a smile to your face.

#perona x reader #perona x you #perona imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x you #perona #bas writes #female reader #pride 2021 #long post

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thechangeling · 3 years

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But you like her better: Part 2

Sorry it's been a minute! I hope you like it.

Cw: Some brief ableism, mentions of internalized biphobia, and self injurious stimming.

2013

It was raining when 16 year old María Machado Sotomayor first met Kit Herondale.

Marí had always loved the sound of the rain. It was peaceful and rhythmic, creating a nice tingly feeling in her skull running straight down her spine. It also good for the plants. Which meant that Marí arrived (on time for once) at her favorite class in a pretty good mood.

Marine biology was their one of their three special interests, the other two being lacrosse and Base guitar. So Bio was usually pretty fun for them. However this time was different.

Her mood was instantly dampened when she walked into class and saw someone new sitting in her usually seat. A blond, short and white kid who looked far too pretty for his own good. A new kid most likely.

A new kid who didn't realize that Marí always sat by the window every single day. It was their spot. Still Marí was determined not to overreact. They marched over to the new kid and approached him with their best masking smile.

Remember eye contact. She told herself. Keep your tone light and breezy but not too lifeless. Smile. Appear friendly and non threatening. Try not to sweat. Try not to scream.

"Hi excuse me," Marí began in a sickly sweet tone. "That's actually my seat! Sorry!"

The boy instantly looked embarrassed and apologetic. "Oh I'm sorry!" He blushed. "I didn't realize there was assigned seating." He had an American accent, California maybe?

Wonderful. A white American boy. Just what they needed.

Marí chewed their lip and fought the urge to rock or tap. "There isn't actually," they admitted. "I just usually sit there. So can you please move?"

Now the new kid looked a little offended. A cold look settled over his face. "Well why should I?" He bristled. "This seat isn't really yours. It's not like it has your name on it."

Marí rolled her eyes in frustration. "I tried that already but then I got in trouble."

He stared at them curiously for a moment. Marí took the opportunity to break eye contact finally and scuff their heel against the floor. They were wearing the new black suede chunky heels with the gem stones that Marí had gotten when they went thrifting with their friends.

"María!" The harsh voice of her teacher snapped her back into reality. Everyone had arrived and taken their seats while she was arguing with the American and now everyone was staring at her. "Could you please explain why you are not seated young lady?" She snapped in her extra pretentious sounding posh English accent.

The one that said, "I'm better than you."

Marí tried not to growl at being called a young lady. They weren't feeling particularly female today. Not that Marí was going to bother explaining that to some old British hag.

"He won't get out of my seat!" Marí protested. Instantly laughter broke out around the classroom. Cruel mocking laughter that made Marí feel like her skin was crawling.

"It's ok!" The new kid cried out, practically jumping out of Marí's seat. "I'll move! I'll go sit over here." He grabbed his bag and moved to the back of the room as quickly as possible.

Marí smiled in spite of themself. His random act of kindness was surprising, but they were grateful. They took their seat near the window and sighed in relief.

Marí would always look back on that day with fondness no matter what. It may not have seemed like much to him, but it meant the world to her. After Bio class she had asked Kit to come eat with her and her friends. They had made their introductions and the rest was history.

They became close friends very quickly, bonding over movies and music. They sent each other playlists of their favorite songs and songs that reminded them of each other. Marí made Kit a queer playlist with songs by queer artists and told Kit that they were bisexual and a demigirl. They hadn't even told their friends that last part yet at that point.

Marí also told Kit that they liked to use she/they pronouns, but so far was only using them online. Kit asked Marí a lot of questions then confessed to Marí that he was also bisexual but he was still kinda getting used to it.

"I grew up in a shitty situation," Kit had told them. "I guess I still have a lot of shame."

Marí didn't hold it against him. She bought him queer literature and resources for queer history including "Bisexuality and Queer Theory" and her printed copy of the article published in the 90s called "The Bisexual Manifesto." She gave him advice on websites and people to follow online.

They also just talked. Talked about life and their experiences. Their feelings and their relationships with their sexualities. Bonding with another queer person was always special but spending time with Kit always made Marí feel so...light.

Despite how close they were getting, Marí didn't always want to touch him. They were touch averse in most cases unless they were very comfortable with someone. Sometimes it just depended on the day. On the days where Marí found they could not hug Kit they had invented their own way to show affection.

They would place a hand over their hearts and tap it, as if to say "I care about you" or "I love you." Sometimes Kit would say "tap my heart" as a substitute for actually doing it.

He introduced her to his close friend Janessa, the wayward vampire who was incredibly hot and kind of made Marí all nervous and tounge twisty at first. But as they got to know her, Marí realized that she was also incredibly kind, passionate and clearly cared at great deal about Kit. Janessa was a gamer who had named herself after a video game character. She drank cups of warm blood in novelty mugs with giant swirly sparkly straws and was pretty good at making people laugh.

Janessa, or Nessie as Kit had affectionately nicknamed her, was flirtatious and charismatic, but also brutal and deadly in a fight. She was full of surprises. And maybe, just maybe Marì was a little bit into that.

However as much as Marí didn't want to admit it, they were also were starting to realize that they were way more into someone else. Someone with perfect golden curls that Marí wanted to curl their fingers into.

Eventually Kit came out to Marí as genderfluid and requested that she use alternating he/they pronouns for them. They both made the decision to collectively tell their friends their pronouns. Marí, Kit and Nessie sat around her gorgeous leather couch and talked for hours about gender, identity and transness. Kit pointed put that they may never be able to fully explain their gender to the other two, just like Kit might have a hard time fully understanding Janessa's relationship with gender, or Marí's because everyone was different.

"It's personal Nessie," he had said. "Everyone has their own unique perspective on gender and every trans person has their own complicated feelings about gender and what their own gender identity means to them, and those feelings might not completely match up with another trans person's. But that's ok. You don't have to understand the other person but you do have to respect them."

Janessa's understanding of gender came from being a trans women. It was about a strict binary with clear lines and rules. Rules that Kit was starting to make a habit of fingerpainting all over and Marí could tell that it was stressing her out.

And Marí had no idea where the hell they fit in these rules. They had stopped playing the game.

But those two loved each other more than anything, and Marí knew they could work anything out. And sure enough approximately seven hours and four margaritas later (only two for Marí,) they had come to an understanding.

2014

She kissed Kit for the first time a month into the new year.

They had been trying on clothes in Marí's room and Kit was wearing one of their old dresses that Marí thought they looked amazing in, but Kit wanted to give it away. It was dark navy blue and sparkly with spaghetti straps, coming to about mid thigh. There were cut outs on the sides, filled in with black sheer fabric, and it had a low v cut at the neckline which was also filled in with black sheer.

Kit had been infodumping about one of the Marvel movies again, Marí couldn't remember which one, and she had kept getting distracted by his tan smooth skin peaking through the sheer fabric and fullness of Kit's moving lips. He smiled excitedly and Marí had stepped forward and kissed him.

Their first thought was that Kit tasted like chocolate. Their second was that they should have done this months ago.

Kit had melted into the kiss, smiling slightly against her mouth and pulling her closer. They kissed her feverishly, sliding their tounge inside Marí's mouth and moaning when she deepened the kiss eagerly. They moved against each other with almost lazy, comfortable precision, kissing each other for what could have been hours or days or maybe only seconds.

Marí couldn't have said.

When Kit finally broke the kiss and pulled away from Marí, his eyes were practically gleaming with joy and love. And that was when they knew.

I love him.

2015

I love him.

Ty's words ran in her ears. Repeating over and over again, maddenly bouncing around inside of her skull until she was forced to utter out loud,

"I love him".

They whispered it under their breath but Marí could tell that both Alyssa and Ty had heard them. It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.

But of course. Of course he does. It was obvious. This whole time Marí had noticed there was something wrong with Ty. Just like there was something wrong with Kit. The way they stared after each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking. The loving and worshipful glances mixed with the bitter glares.

Marí had already known that Kit was in love with Ty of course. But the way they had told the story made it seem like they were positive that Ty couldn't be in love with them.

But then again maybe that made sense. Given Kit's history and who he was. But then Marí couldn't help but think of Ty and how confused he must have been. God it was a giant mess.

Speaking of...

The room was still silent. Marí found that she couldn't read Ty's expression as he stared back at her flatly. But his body was shaking, his fingers fluttered at his sides. She wanted to soothe him.

They stepped forward carefully. "I'm not mad at you," Marí assured him. "I was hoping we could talk?"

Ty's left eye twitched. "We are talking," he pointed out. Alyssa snorted.

"Ty, they mean about the proverbial bomb you just dropped a few seconds ago," Alyssa said with a laugh. Marí smirked to themself slightly.

It wasn't really a bomb. More like a flare.

She really needed to talk to Ty. The only problem was Alyssa had an annoying tendency to never leave his side. It wasn't like she had a problem with the girl. Of course not. But her presence meant that Marí hadn't had the opportunity to talk to Ty one on one.

They cleared their throat. "Alyssa could you please give Ty and I some space to talk?" They asked. Marí hoped they didn't sound too rude. Alyssa looked to Ty and he nodded slightly, signaling that he was ok with her leaving.

That was so strange to Marí. Their relationship. The way Alyssa, a werewolf who hated shadowhunters even more then Marí did, essentially took orders from him and clearly trusted him more than anyone else. But perhaps she wasn't one to judge.

After all, she loved Kit.

Alyssa left the room with a pat on Ty's back and a quick, "call if you need me." Marí shifted their weight back and forth as they rocked slightly from side to side as they waited for Ty to speak.

He stared back at her silently, most likely doing the same. Marí blew out a loud breath and forced herself to stay still, crossing her arms.

"Are you going to say something or should I?" Ty asked expectantly. Marí bit their lip and shrugged.

"I'm still thinking of what I wanna say," she admitted.

Ty smiled at her softly. "So am I."

There we go. Cracks in the armour.

"I'm sorry," Ty whispered suddenly. "I never meant to-"

"You don't have to apologize!" Marí blurted out. Whoops they had interrupted him. "Oh shit sorry you were still talking!" They reached for their hair nervously and realized that they were wearing that Morticia wig for their costume.

Great. Marí moved on to chewing on her knuckles.

"It's ok," Ty reassured her. "I don't really know where I was going with that sentence. And you shouldn't do that." He pointed to her hand.

Marí scoffed, "yeah well you shouldn't dig your nails into your palms." He glared at them and they laughed.

"Not so fun playing a game of Mirror Image is it?" They teased. Ty didn't respond, just stared at Marí solemnly.

"You know I really admire you," he said, aiming his gaze close enough to hers to create the illusion of eye contact. "I always have. I never wanted to hurt or upset you."

Marí wished for a brief moment that they could touch him and then shrugged the impulse off. "I know love," they cooed. "Me too."

Without really understanding why, she pressed her hand to her chest directly above her heart and tapped, just like how she did with Kit. Ty studied Marí for a moment and then followed suite.

Marí in spite of themself, actually felt bad for him. They could clearly see the toll the last three years had taken on him, specifically the last few weeks. Maybe his family couldn't see it, and they definitely knew that Kit couldn't, but Marí could.

Marí of all people could see past the mask because they knew what masking looked like. It wasn't just about appearing normal, whatever that word meant. It was about hiding your feelings. Taking that heart you wore on your sleeve and locking it up tight. But everytime Marí looked at Ty, they could see it. And it was bleeding.

Ripped and bloody and broken, just like her own and yet they both still had the sheer audacity to keep breathing. Marí was proud of them both.

"You need to talk to him," Marí prompted. "You both need to be honest with each other."

Ty furrowed his brow. "Honest? About what? He doesn't feel the same way." He had gone back to flicking his fingers as he stared at her, looking puzzled.

Bloody hell between the two of them, Kit and Ty were giving Marí the mother of all headaches.

They took a deep breath. "Yes they do Ty," Marí tried not to sound exasperated. "Kit is in love with you, believe me. They told me."

It hurt Marí's heart to have to say it, but it was true and Ty deserved to know the truth. And they knew deep down that Kit wouldn't really be happy, he wouldn't be Kit until he had Ty. And Marí had to make their peace with that.

Ty looked understandably confused. He ran a frantic hand through his hair. "But why are you telling me this? Why are you helping me?" He asked. "Don't you love them?"

She fought the urge to cry as tears gathered in her eyes. She found herself digging her nails into her palms despite chastising Ty for doing it a few minutes ago.

"I'm telling you all of this because I love them" she cried desperately. "Because Kit cries out your name in his sleep Ty! Because everytime he sees you, he stares at you like you are the moon the sun and the stars! Because everytime you speak they hang onto absolutely every word, and when you laugh-" Marí cut herself off.

They squeezed their eyes shut and took deep long breaths. Ty said nothing. Marí opened their eyes to see Ty staring at them in dismay. He looked like he was trying to think of what to say to help.

Marí shook their head. "I know Kit loves me. And they probably always will. We were close friends even before we started dating." Marí groaned and shook out their entire body this time, jumping up and down a few times as well to get rid of the tension. If Ty thought this was weird he didn't comment on it.

Marí wiped her eyes carefully trying not to smudge her mascara. "But you Ty?" His eyes refocused on her again at the sound of his name. Marí chuckled humourlessly. "Fucking hell, he is in love with you. And right now he is thinking that you hate him and I know it's tearing him up inside."

Ty stared at Marí hopelessly, looking overwhelmed and exhausted. "So what do I do then? What am I supposed to say?"

Marí shrugged. "I can't help you with that I'm sorry. It has to come from you." Ty looked even more panicked.

They gave him what they hoped was an encouraging smile. "Don't be scared Ty," they murmered. "It's Kit remember. They're not scary. You have nothing to worry about."

Ty didn't answer her. He had wrapped his arms around his body, squeezing tightly. "Marí do you remember those dead moon jellyfish we buried on the beach?" He asked.

She was a little confused as to why he was bringing this up now. "Yeah? Why?"

"That's what I feel like right now," Ty admitted. "Like I've washed up on the beach and now I'm just waiting for someone to come along and step on me."

Marí's heart sank. "Oh Ty," they breathed. "I promise that won't happen with Kit. I can't make any promises for anyone else, but I do know that Kit has absolutely no intention of hurting you again love."

Ty looked pensive. Marí could only hope that Ty would make the decision to trust them.

With a sudden jolt Marí remembered the party.

"Hey we still have the Halloween party to go to," she said, shaking Ty out of his stupor. "Do you still wanna go?"

To their surprise, Ty nodded. "Sure. I think Alyssa might kill me if I back out now."

Marí snorted. Alyssa Reyes could be pretty terrifying at times.

With surprise Marí found that their spirts were lighter having cleared the air with Ty and with the prospect of a party being renewed.

She smiled. "All right then let's head out!" Marí smoothed down the long black wig over her shoulders and quickly smoothed out the long skirt of her black slinky dress before turning and exiting the training room.

She knew that she would have to talk to Kit at some point and that conversation would be brutal. But at least they could have one last night together.

It's better this way. Marí told themself as they walked back towards the main living room where everyone was gathered. At least now Kit can be happy.

It's for the best.

It has to be.

So I'm actually planning on writing a part 3 from Kit's pov because the drama isn't over yet! 😏

Tag list: lmk if you wanna be added/removed.

@playwithravenclaw @lavender-scented-rat @jazzkaurtheglorious @waterlillies @nott-the-best @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @foxglove-airmid @littlx-songbxrd @clarys-heosphoros @queenlilith43 @arangiajoan @hardlymatters @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @tired-vin @phoenix-and-dragon @the-blackdale @adoravel-fenomeno @the-wckd-powers

#tsc #twp #kit x ty #marí the werewolf #the wicked powers #maría machado sotomayor #we stan autistic bonding #we stan queer bonding

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