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po-cky-o-o · 1 year

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I present a very unnecessary analysis of the scaralumi talk before the big fight

First of all I love the way they both can see through each other. I think often times we overlook how good Lumi is at understanding the feelings of others - mostly because Paimon does most of the talking - but here we can see just how good she is at reading him since (I believe) this is the most she has ever talked in a quest. Scara believes he knows what he wants, but Lumi knows what he needs.

I like how he says this because it is true. We have been proven time and time again how Lumi cares about others, which is why despite her being enemies with Scara she can’t help but empathize with his situation.

But she’s not stupid, there’s where it comes the “almost” part. She is saying that as a way to try and stop his plans, not simply because she is worried about him and he knows that, but he still tries to convince her about him being, even though for a moment it almost sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.

Scara then moves on to say how his life has been meaningless up to this point, as if becoming a god is his only purpose and without it he is nothing. So he tried to understand why would Lumi bother going through such “futile errands” of protecting everyone.

But once again Lumi sees through him asking why then would he keep the connection with Haypasia (and consequently with Lumi herself). Even with his answer she is not convinced so he just deflects with his arrogance.

Not to mention how everything he says about Haypasia can also be applied to Lumine, since they both share a connection with him and saw his past. I find it interesting how he was able to sense Lumi and immediately entered her consciousness to observe her

Once again Lumi is able to figure him out and say what she needed to tick him off. He says how bad she is at sewing discord, but he still goes ahead and attacks the fatui calling it an “expression of affection”like he did for Haypasia, putting the two girls on the same wavelength

#I wanted to add more images but tumblr won’t let me 😭😭#I really love the dynamic they established here #All the times they met before happened around some conflict this is the first time they stopped to talk without attacking each other #it just makes for a really fun back and forth between two enwmies who sre surprisingly good at reading each other #lumi knows godhood won’t bring scara the happiness he craves for #she doubts him when he says he keeps Haypasia around just because a god needs followers #She has seen his memories so she knows he craves for acceptance no matter how hard he denies it #While Scara sees Lumi’s determination in keeping everyone safe despite Teyvat giving her nothing in return #all while knowing it will most likely end in her simply getting her the same way he did #so yeah I love them lots and lots #genshin impact #lumine #scaralumi #lumiscara #scaramouche #wanderer #lumi harem #mine

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thefirstknife · 5 months

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thoughts on Crow's character being reduced into Uldren-but-not-quite? I'm not happy with these past few weeks of dialogue, I feel like suddenly everyone treats Crow as just the guy that did those horrible things, and this week he's also taking responsibility for those actions *he did not take*. sure, his corpse did it, but wasn't a whole year of storyline based around the fact that Crow and Uldren are separate persons? why is every other character acting like none of that ever happened?

I don't think he's really being blamed for those things, it's more that he now has those memories and reacts to them in a distinctly Crow way. He's the type to take the responsibility for those things, even though it wasn't really him, but he remembers it all so in his mind, it's his problem.

It's actually a fairly complicated issue that is unique to Crow: how should Guardians who fully remember their past behave? Crow decided to make amends for things that his "past self" did, even though it's not him, because he remembers it so vividly and it bothers him. This doesn't mean that other people are pushing it on him; they're clearly not. Petra has numerous lines where she tells him that nothing Uldren did is on him, and so do other people. So I'm pretty sure they're not acting like it didn't happen, given that everyone is often reassuring him that he's not being blamed for Uldren.

But for Crow, he remembers doing those things. He didn't do them, but he remembers them and it bothers him. It's probably exceptionally difficult to think of yourself as not that guy when you have that guy's life in your head. I don't think people often consider how this must feel for Crow. He wasn't just told what Uldren did. He was given the full package directly into his head. Uldren's deeds aren't stories to Crow, they're effectively his life. A life of a stranger, but his life nonetheless.

Obviously, they could've gone with not giving him his memories back. But since they did, I think that Crow's behaviour (especially given how compassionate he is) makes sense. He remembers those things as his own, even though they're not his own, but he feels like he should be making amends for them. I think that's the crucial part of his arc; he knows what Uldren did, he acknowledges that it wasn't him, he KNOWS it wasn't him, but nobody else will make those amends and nobody else is working to fix those wrongs, so he feels responsible to do it.

That doesn't mean that the story is suddenly about Crow = Uldren; it's not. It's about Crow's choice. Crow isn't Uldren, but he's choosing not to ignore their connection even if he would be completely accepted if he did ignore it. I think that's what gives Crow's story an element worth exploring.

#destiny 2 #crow #ask #obviously the crucial part here is the narrative decision to give him back his memories #given that they did i think this is a story in this setting worth exploring #how would guardians behave if they had complete and full knowledge of who they were in the past?#we have ana who only learned through stories and documents but doesn't actually remember her own life #and crow is the one who actually fully remembers everything #it's an interesting parallel #but obviously they could've also gone with not giving crow his memories back. i'm not sure what his arc would've looked like then

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braisedhoney · 7 months

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some tragic love stories be like: if i could bottle the galaxy, i would pour it into a cup so it would be easier for you to drink. do you want them? do you want the stars? or do they suit you better as adornments for your eyes than glitter on your lips?

but they don’t want the stars. they don’t want the galaxy. but how can they not? is that not enough? (it’s too much, that’s the problem. it’s too much.)

#ney's idle chatter (random textposts)#me trying and failing to capture why hadestown has embodied Love in a way i don’t think i’m really capable of comprehending fr #but also this can be about whatever blorbo you want #when i think about that one line in chant #when hades says ‘brighter than the light of day’#‘look. look at what i can make for you—see?’#meanwhile the last thing persephone wants is to be reminded of this hollow echo of what their love is in her memories #when i think about that scene when eurydice tells orpheus they need to get food #but he’s working on his song and she makes the choice to trust him and go #to work harder and longer and search for things to feed them and trust he’ll bring spring back #THE WAY PERSEPHONE TRIES TO KISS HADES GOODBYE AT THE START WHEN SHE COMES BACK FOR SUMMER #AND HOW IT PARALLELS EURYDICE KISSING ORPHEUS GOODBYE WHEN SHE GOES TO LOOK FOR FOOD #and hades pulls away. because she’s leaving him and he’s terrified. he’s terrified and turns it into anger because otherwise he’s helpless.#and orpheus doesn’t respond when eurydice leaves because he’s working—he’s working and he’s going to give her what he promised.#but she needs his help. she needs his help now—she needs his support and he isn’t there.#thinking about the moment she takes the ticket from hades and #it almost implies she starves. that she dies. that she starves to death trying to find food for them both #i promise you however unhinged i seem about this musical i am being purposefully restrained so i don’t spam you all too much orz #holy SHIT these tags are LONG #even for me this is ridiculous there’s a whole other post down here #high five to you for reading it ig damn #hadestown

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nat-20s · 5 months

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At first I was thinking if Donna went with the doctor after that initial meeting then they'd get a little more time but then we wouldn't get Martha :/

But THEN I realized I can decide what would happen and now I wish she did because then they'd pick up Martha after and we could've gotten double content if Martha and Donna interacting and now I'm sad that didn't happen like that it would've been so good. Martha wouldn't be so alone with her feelings and maybe even get over them sooner who knows

RIP Martha you were golden I'll live you forever, sucks about the unrequited feelings thing.

Do you think Donna could've pretended to be a new hire nurse well enough to be apart of the doctors scheme of being a weird patient in Martha's debut episode?

OUGH okay a few things

1: every damn day of my life I think about if Donna had been part of season three every time her and Martha interacted it was so so so SO lovely and wonderful and NICE finally someone is fucking VALUING HER PROPERLY!!!!!! Also I think Donna would've straight up bitten Ten at least once in defense of Martha's honor. I also think there's multiple times where The Doctor is telling Martha something and Donna is right behind him like

and it takes all of Martha's power to not start laughing OUGH sorry i just love how at ease and silly and happy Martha was with Donna around. Like god GOD they should get to be girl best friends i hope they DO get to be girl best friends now that Donna has her memories back!!!!!!!!

2. This is a Martha Jones stan account forever and always!!! Proud of her for moving on from her shitty ex and also fuck anyone that doesn't love my GIRL!!!!!!

3. I don't think she plays a new nurse because I think runaway bride Donna has fully solidified her grifter's spirit yet. I DO however think that if she's still in her wedding dress (rip) when Martha is like "what the fuck is this guy's deal??" Donna's just like uhhh that's my...fiance.....and his, um, pacemaker is fucked up and Martha's like "oh that should definitely get fixed" and Donna's like "no it's fine I'm trying to outlive him so i can have his money" and Martha's like *voice two octaves higher* okay

#I LOVE YOU DONNAMARTHA I LOVE YOU DONNAMARTHA I LOVE YOU DONNAMARTHA OOOOO #NOW THAT DONNA HAS HER MEMORIES BACK WE SHOULD GET DONNAMARTHA AGAIN YOU WANNA GIVE US DONNAMARTHA CONTENT SOOOOOO BAD @BBC #greetings-fiends #replies #doctor who #donna noble #martha jones #tennant doctor

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greenplumbboblover · 3 days

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Life Is Sunniest in Sunset Valley - Chapter 9

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ganondoodle · 11 months

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back on my zelda thoughts

idk about you but i got sick of zelda running after people with big sorrowful puppy eyes begging them to listen to her(they wont) or to help link in totk pretty fast

#ganondoodles talks #totk spoilers #i just can stop thinking about how dirty she got done #she can be a tragic character without being constantly sad and scared #dare i say she contributed more positive to the game when she was a dragon #the only scenes she didnt look super sad was pretty much when talking about link at the teacup memory bc .. you know she actually knows him #and where shes essentially forced to decide to half kill herself in order to do literally anything for her own time #now that im thinking about it how the heck did anything on the tutorial even work with her giving her powers to you #and you sending the master sword to her #just feels like they scrambled to somehow get you her pwoers and the mastersword to her #some random bubbles of time magic idk lol #if the game went different #wouldnt it have been cool if those had been caused by zelda learning how to reastablish a connection to her own time #creating those weird time bubbles #and through the course of the game you find more and they let you interact with her more and more as shes learning how to use her powers #until at some point she finds a way to return herself #maybe even her spirit as a companion for a time before she gains control of it further #you know so she can actually at least TALK to you #giving her time powers out of nowehre and then not doing anything with it exept send her back in time somehow and time reverse a dagger #like what #wouldnt it just have made more sense when at first she did it unknowningly and then learned how to use it herself #and then .... well travel back again #ham fisted way to introduce a neat lil game gimmick i guess #and nothing more bc how dare she do anything on her own except .. sacrifice herself lol #i guess its meant ot be uwu tragic bc sonia got fridged too quickly for zelda to learn from her or whatever #which is why i said she learns on her own #idk man this game is driving me nuts

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fatehbaz · 23 days

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#thinking of dinosaurs and troodontids were my favorite dinosaurs as a child #when younger i had a real full troodontid tooth fossil that meant a lot to me #for a time we lived within a few kilometers of hadrosaur sites and troodontid sites #while wider general area had many sites of recovery for the big celebrities like tyrannosaur and multiple dromaeosaurs #at that time troodontids were kinda infamous for i think the depiction in some childrens field guides and dino books #which depicted like a fantasy speculative humanoid troodontid based on 1980s model at Canadian Museum of Nature in ottawa #anyway would visit a small local paleo center a lot and woman in her 70s or 80s ran the counter of their center and rock shop #one day she asked me what my fave dino was and i said troodon so she pulled out the tooth and just gifted it to me #in little black case size of ring box with padding and transparent plastic viewing cover kinda like laminate for displaying a trading card #tooth got stolen from out my vehicle while giving some people a ride while at university before i got too poor for tuition #later during first year of pandemic owner of my storage unit died and new property owners threw away everything i ever owned #i was homeless anyway lost job due to early pandemic closures and had to allocate any money to insulin and other prescrip meds #but wouldve found a way to save my things if the new owners had contacted me #they threw out photoalbums y backpacking gear y books y musical instruments y clothes y artwork y camera y all family keepsakes #and all childhood treasures like souvenirs and gifts and school awards and writing portfolios and all the little memories #which i was always sentimental about as child #from earliest age my room looked like a natural history museum with plants and maps and library of field guides #and rocks and field trip keepsakes and all kinds of little animal figurines and mother had painted room in forest greens and browns #to feel like a forest and among the succulent plants and a globe sat the troodon tooth #parents passed when i was a child #never near any family and were always moving never got to settle into proper stable place then father passed after long sad illness #and mother put in so much effort but she passed few years later and i could not take care of myself or my remaining material possessions #and so im still quite hurt having nothing whatsoever remaining of my childhood or school friends or mother or life generally #and when trying to process grief my thoughts often come back to the troodontid tooth as a focal point a distillation of what was lost #even when young i knew it was advised not to become too connected to material physical possessions #but still there are some small little trinkets in our lives that seem to hold so much meaning and i tortured myself for losing that tooth #thinking about troodon reminds me of childhood

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redrobin-detective · 11 months

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Robin Robin what do you mean Sam killed Danny did she just yeeted him in the ghost machine Robin Robin please I need answers

Ask and you shall receive but be warned the answers may not be what you are looking for. (IE they are dumb).

So there's technically two canonical versions of Danny's accident, the OG and Memory Blank (s2e1).

The OG happened sometime late summer/early fall of the trio going into high school. The group has been friends for some time (its part canon/part fanon that Danny and Tucker were initially friends with Sam joining later on) and were comfortable enough Dan felt ok letting them over to see his parents' "failed" ghost portal. Sam was intrigued, Danny uninterested on the surface level but secretly curious. Sam encourages him to looks inside, he presses the conveniently placed on button inside and boom, ghost boy.

This recap is made light of in the season 2 opener Memory Blank (my beloathed) while fanon reallllllly runs with Sam's guilt and grief over sorta/almost killing her friend. But I digress, the episode kicks off with Sam and Danny arguing leading her to wishing she had never met Danny out loud. The wish granting ghost, Desiree, overhears and makes it so. Because of this, Danny never had his accident and was completely human with no knowledge of Sam.

This is where the episode upsets me. Sam is upset about losing her friendship with Danny (and Tucker to a lesser extent but they make it creepy 🙄) but its framed as Sam being desperate to get Danny his powers back. If you almost killed your friend in the past and magically got a do over, would you really put him through that again??? There is no real external pressure to make Danny become Phantom again aside from Desiree continuing to grant monkey's paw wishes. Amity Park looks much like it always has, seemingly unaffected by the lack of Phantom. Hell, the portal is still not working so there's a chance there are no other ghosts in town to cause mischief and mayhem. All we see is Desiree who hardly is the worst villain for someone, preferably an adult, to deal with.

Aside from the fact its a cartoon series called Danny Phantom there is no reason for Sam to do this again. And yet she persists in badgering Danny - who does not know her at all - into doing something he has no understanding of the consequences. The lack of informed consent was something that bothered me all the way back when I was 12 watching it live. So Sam makes Danny recreate the accident, making him Phantom again (this time with a logo that Sam slapped on without telling him bc she thought it looked cool. Again!!!! No discussion or anything). We get a few deeply uncomfortable segments of Danny relearning his powers before he magically remembers everything and its back to the status quo except now he's got a logo.

The literal whole point of the episode was to give him a marketable symbol to make him more like a "proper superhero". Sam's selfishness (a character flaw we see woven throughout the series but never meaningfully explored), the lack of consent, the stupid ass plot all combine to create what I think is a travesty of an episode.

I have gotten off topic but, yes, in both cases Sam's curiosity and overbearing nature combined with Danny's more passive personality and sense of wonder to pssp pssp pssp him into the death machine. There has been some excellent fic exploring (in an actual, realistic, interesting way) of the trio coping with Sam's casual suggestion leading to complete biological rewiring, a changed life trajectory, trauma and injury.

#in this house we hate memory blank #I'm not against the idea of Danny losing his powers!#but make it less cringey and about Sam getting her pet superhero back #and more about Danny owning up to taking charge of himself to choosing to make this step #show Amity ravaged by ghosts making life a living hell #give Danny a reason to step inside the portal and to make the choice his own #Sam tries to stop him to not have to watch him die again only for it to be his choice #anyway lmao yea Sam totally killed Danny

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Intrusive Thoughts

This is a fic based on this post from yesterday. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to say something completely unexpected out of the blue. In fact, it was common practice for him to voice some of the strangest shit Steve has ever heard. He had some of the most concerning intrusive thoughts that Steve had ever borne witness to. From minor comments about jumping into traffic to bizarre mentions of pulling strangers' ponytails out of nowhere, Eddie has said some strange things. But sometimes, he still manages to surprise him.

This particular time, they were walking through downtown Chicago on a long-weekend trip. Eddie had badgered Steve for weeks to get a weekend off to take a short vacation up to the city to see a metal concert. Steve didn’t really want to go to a concert that he knew was going to be more screaming than singing but Eddie could be very persuasive when he wanted to be, and persistent. After being annoyed for three days in a row, Steve’s stubbornness faded and he agreed to take the time off work, drive to Chicago with Eddie, and keep him company doing ‘touristy’ things for a few days.

He had to admit too, he was having a good time despite his initial reservations. Chicago was a beautiful city and there was a lot more to do here than there was in Hawkins. They’d hit up a few touristy spots, had appreciated the wonderful architecture, and had put their fakes to good use to visit a bar or two. He was getting a little concerned about Eddie though.

On their walk to the concert venue one night, Eddie muttered, “I’m having the Midwestern urge to jump into traffic. You know, like a deer.”

At the time, Steve just nodded at him. It was 8 PM on a Friday and he was going to have to deal with a lot more noise than Eddie apparently wanting to jump in front of cars going 50 mph. So, he kept his mouth shut but grabbed a hold of Eddie’s wrist for the rest of their walk. This weirdo could think about it but there was no way in hell Steve was actually going to let him walk into the busy street. Fucking idiot.

The concert was just as insufferable and loud as Steve expected it to be. But the beaming smile Eddie had on his face for the rest of the night and into the early morning was worth the start of a migraine that Steve had to deal with. He’d do anything to keep Eddie happy. Even if that meant sticking out in a large group of metalheads and punks wearing a polo and light wash jeans.

The next day, Eddie was still riding his high from the concert. He was talking a mile a minute and practically vibrating in leftover excitement from last night. They were walking through the downtown area in search of something for lunch when they had to cross a bridge. Steve was watching the boats glide through the water on the river and Eddie was staring harshly at the slow-moving woman and child in front of them. When the mother and child stopped walking completely to peer over the edge at a boat, Eddie grunted angrily and leaned closer to whisper into Steve’s ear.

“Ah, the Midwestern urge to push the miniature human off the edge,” he rolled his eyes and bumped shoulders with Steve as though he expected agreement.

Instead, Steve’s head snapped to look at him in alarm. “Um… no. I love you but goddamn. Let’s not do that.”

He was able to remain a calm, albeit slightly alarmed, composure on the outside but on the inside he was astounded. Eddie’s violent thoughts were escalating and those were just the vocal ones that Steve knew about. What else was he thinking that he wasn’t unintentionally saying out loud? Meanwhile, Steve was thinking to himself, ‘what the fuck is wrong with this guy?’

“Relax Stevie. Ooo, can we stop and get pizza? They have deep dish here!” Steve just vaguely nodded and let him drag him across the street to the pizza parlor. What else was he supposed to do other than ignore his concerns for the time being?

Later that night when they were back in their hotel room, Steve decided to bring it up to Eddie. “Hey man, remember what you said earlier about pushing the kid off the bridge? Do you get thoughts like that a lot?”

Eddie looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I never think about hurting kids.”

“Seriously? You told me earlier today that you wanted to push that ‘miniature human’ off the bridge when they were walking really slow in front of us!” Steve raised his voice slightly, feeling a bit manic as he gestured his hands for emphasis.

“Stevie, that doesn’t sound like something I would say. Are you sure it isn’t something that you thought about and are trying to blame me for?” His eyes turned concerned and he tilted his head as if to analyze Steve.

“Don’t turn this around on me! I don’t think about pushing children from high ledges!”

“You have to because this thought came from somewhere and it wasn’t from me!”

There was a moment of silence between the two of them where Eddie was trying to remember if he actually had thought about it and mentioned it to Steve earlier while Steve panicked. Maybe it was him that thought about it. But that brought a whole other slew of problems. Why was Steve thinking about throwing children off of high surfaces? Was he reverting to the jerk he was back in high school? He thought he’d made progress but maybe not if he was thinking about hurting innocent, but very slow-moving, individuals.

Eddie patted his shoulder and drew his attention back to him, “hey man, I’m sure it’s fine. We all have thoughts like that sometimes, okay? Don’t overthink it. I’m going to go take a shower, you good?”

“Um, yeah,” Steve nodded. “I’m just going to call Robin and check in.”

“Sounds good, man. I’m going to be singing in there but I’ll stick to the songs you like. If you have any requests, just pop your head in and let me know.”

Steve laughed and threw a towel at him, “go take your damn shower!”

“I’m going, I’m going!” Eddie chuckled and ducked into the bathroom.

Steve’s smile dropped as soon as he was out of sight. Was he the one having intrusive thoughts? He could’ve sworn that Eddie had been the one to say it but he also had several head injuries under this belt. Arguably, Eddie’s memory would be better and more reliable even with his ADHD than his would be… Right?

He dialed Robin’s number in a daze, barely even registering the dial tone and only tuning back in when he heard her voice over the receiver. “Hello, Buckley residence. Is this Steve?”

“Hey Robs,” he said unenthusiastically. She, of course, immediately picked up on his downtrodden mood and moved to fix it.

“What’s wrong? Did Eddie do something? You’re four hours away right now but I can find a ride and be there in four and a half to kill him. If he so much as hurt your feelings, bruised them at all, I will start planning his murder this very second. Just say the word, Steve. I will take him out, no questions asked,” she rambled.

Steve just sighed. “I’m just confused. Earlier today, I could’ve sworn he said he had ‘a Midwestern urge’ to push a kid off a bridge we were walking on. But when I brought it up to him to hear what the fuck that was supposed to mean, he said it was my thought and he never had it. Am I a bad person, Robin?”

“No Steve, of course not! Aside from your frequent episodes of passive aggressive bitchiness, you’re the nicest person I know! And even when you are being a sassy bitch, it’s justified!” She reassured him.

“I thought about pushing a kid off of a bridge earlier today! That’s not nice at all!” Steve said in panic. He didn’t think she was understanding the severity of his thoughts.

“Steve, you practically have six kids of your own. There is no way you would’ve thought about pushing a kid off the ledge. Also, “a Midwestern urge”? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. It had to have been Eddie that said it.”

“But-”

“Steve, Eddie’s memory sucks worse than yours does which honestly, I didn’t even know was possible until we became friends with him. Between his nonexistent brain-to-mouth filter and his ADHD, he can’t remember anything. I am 100% positive that he’s the one that said that. You’re a good person and you’re nothing like King Steve was in high school, okay? You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t be your best friend if you were still a jerk. Who do you take me for? Don’t insult me!” She simultaneously comforted, raged, and belittled. As always, Steve was impressed with her ability to do all three so effectively.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. You wouldn’t be my friend if I was still an asshole. I was just worried after-”

Robin cut him off again. “Hey, you don’t need to be worried. You’re fine. Where is Eddie? I want to speak with him.”

“Rob-”

“Put Eddie on the phone, Steve! I have things to say to him. If you don’t give him the phone so I can yell at him, I’m going to get a ride and proceed with my murder plan. Do not test me, Dingus!” She screeched through the phone.

“Jesus Christ, fine.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and yelled to Eddie in the bathroom where the water was no longer running. “Eds! Robin wants to talk to you, come here.”

He heard something fall, a muffled curse, and a subsequent thump before the bathroom door slid open and out stumbled Eddie. His hair was still wet and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. “Yeah?”

Steve stared at the tattoos on his chest for a full minute until he heard Robin clear her throat. He darted his eyes up to look at Eddie’s face from where they rested on his torso. Eddie’s eyes were flooded with amusement and a smirk was stretched across his face. “See something you like, Stevie?”

He frowned through a rapidly spreading blush and held the phone out to him. “Don’t get smug now, asshole. Robin wants to tear you a new one, here.”

“What? What did I-”

Steve could hear some of what Robin yelled over the phone starting with, “Stop trying to manipulate my best friend, you maniac! He’s had at least three concussions, dipshit. It’s a miracle he even remembers all of our last names!”

He heard a litany of very creative insults for a solid five minutes before Eddie told her, “alright, I promise I won’t accuse Steve of having my own intrusive thoughts ever again. Have a good night. Mhmm, bye now.”

He hung up the phone and turned to Steve. His eyes were big and surprised and his bottom lip quivered a little bit. “Look Stevie, I know you’re probably still mad that I unintentionally freaked you out by making you think you were going crazy. But your best friend is really scary and I really need a hug right now so can we revisit the apologies later?”

Steve just laughed and opened his arms wide so Eddie could jump into them. They’d have to talk about Eddie pushing his intrusive thoughts onto others but for now, they would hug and enjoy a peaceful night in their hotel on vacation in Chicago. Life couldn’t get better than this.

(@anzelsilver @zerokrox-blog thanks for your ideas in the comments of the last post, I made sure to include them in this one!)

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#robin gives steve a huge hug when they get back to Hawkins but starts hitting eddie for hurting her bestie #Eddie's memory miraculously gets better when Robin starts threatening him with physical violence #once in a while Steve will say something completely random and weird just to watch Eddie confusedly claim responsibility for it #Steve forgives but he's also a big fan of payback #I'll die on that hill #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #protective robin buckley

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rosie-b · 8 months

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🦮 fill this empty space (ask game)

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This turned out to be... longer than a snippet, and like the summary, angstier than I expected. It's been that kind of week ig! But there's a promising ending because I needed one :)

It had been a warm summer day when the old Marinette died.

The new Marinette woke up surrounded by golden light, soft, green grass, and the soft murmurings of a stream in northern France. It was perhaps the best way for her rebirth to happen, in a calm, relaxing environment far from the place she somehow knew was home.

She met her family there. They already knew her, and called her "maman," or "ma femme," or "my lady."

Marinette was no one's lady. She never had been, but according to video evidence and the testimony of her husband and children and best friend, that was one of the many roles her past self had filled.

Marinette did not know how to fill any of those old roles anymore. But because of the secret, magical way she'd chosen to lose her memories, she couldn't let anyone know this fact. She had to study years worth of business lessons in mere weeks, preparing for her return to Paris and the international company she would soon be in charge of running again.

At least her past self had accounted for this new Marinette's incompetence. But no one else seemed to see that she wasn't the same woman she had been once, back when a kwami lived in her purse and villains of the day (and year) kept plaguing Paris.

Adrien, the man past-Marinette had married, professed to still be in love with her. He saw some of the differences between the new Marinette and the old one, but claimed they weren't nearly as big as Marinette thought they were. And he chose to spend most of his time around her, so maybe he was right. He whispered praises for each small thing she did, both when they were alone and in public; took the time to learn her new habits; made her fresh coffee for when she woke up two hours after he did; stayed out of her bed to help her feel comfortable.

Marinette could see why her past self had loved him. It was something both halves of her were beginning to share, a love for this man who found a way to bring joy to her life even when it had been turned upside down.

But it didn't change the fact that the new Marinette was not the same woman he'd married. That fact was written into the vows Adrien and the past Marinette had exchanged; the way they had split up their chores; the daily schedule that Adrien still remembered while the new Marinette did not.

To Marinette, this new self of hers was nothing more than a facade made to cover the void her past self had left behind. She was thirty years old and as empty inside as a newborn baby, with no memories to guide her through this unfamiliar world.

Marinette was an icon, the magazines said. A paragon of virtue in an age of corruption, one half of both Paris' favorite couples, a woman who managed to be a world-famous CEO and an attentive mother at the same time.

That wasn't the new Marinette's reality. She didn't even know her children's middle names, though she was learning their favorite desserts, sports, and hobbies.

Most days, it was like learning a foreign language, and it felt just as isolating when she got something wrong or tried to remember something she thought she knew but actually didn't. Sometimes, this new life of hers was crushing, a drain on her already empty self, taking the last bit of Marinette out of her.

But not always.

As out of place as Marinette felt in her own life, the people in it still felt right somehow. They'd been there for her when she woke up; they were there to hug and comfort her when she cried in the night, to help teach her about her own life and tell her about theirs, and to listen when she said she felt different. They loved her, that much was clear, and they promised to love her no matter which Marinette she was; the old one with all her memories or the new one just fumbling through life.

And somehow, even though she claimed not to feel anything more for them than for other strangers at first, Marinette still loved them back. Their presence soothed the ache she felt in her chest, the one she felt when she couldn't remember, and she found herself more than missing them when they weren't there. She looked forward to hearing about their day, to learning their middle names; she held on to the facts they told her about themselves like sweet gifts of gold and honey, like they were all she needed to survive, to fill the empty space her memories had left behind.

The new Marinette was not the old one, and she never would be.

But maybe that was okay. The new Marinette had her own space, too; it began here, in this remote, rural town near the seashore, and it would expand back to Paris, to the place where the old Marinette had lived.

Marinette's home had always been her family, the people she loved. That was something she knew without having to remember it, and something she was more sure of every day.

So she studied the journals her past self had written, re-learned how to design, baked bread beside Adrien, sang songs with her children and stayed by their side. If her mind was an empty slate, then she was going to fill it with love, the same love she'd chosen before and was choosing again.

And someday, this new Marinette would feel whole again.

Thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoyed <3

#ask game #anon #sooo some backstory #this au takes place in the future obviously #after adrien and marinette got married and had those three or four kids they want #marinette didn't want to give up her memories #but they finally got all the miraculous back and the celestial guardian said she had to #(i don't usually vibe with that happening but hhhh it's been a week)#so marinette picked a time and place where she'd feel safest giving up her memories and took her family with her on vacation #gave up the guardianship and gave herself the rest of the vacation to figure out what exactly she'd forgotten and who she is #she doesn't have to stay with adrien and the kids. like they accepted she might want to leave #and sometimes she wants to #but ultimately she's choosing them and they're choosing her and she's starting again #as a new Marinette and as the old one who still lives in her even if she can't see it herself #she's always Marinette and she will always have a place in the world and with her family #ps: if you are still reading. let me know if I should put this on ao3 or not ^^#rosie-b writing #adrinette #ml au #ml fanfic

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