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your-local-hoemie · 1 year

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Can i request childe and diluc with shy reader? Reader hides behind them whenever someone approaches them and gets flustered easily!

Your wish in my command dear anon~

The more I write about Childe the more my conflicted feelings towards him grow. Like I hate that dumb donkey but I love him so much aaAAAAAA.

Warnings: fluff, gn!reader, swearing? I didn’t check through so I can’t remember if there is or not 💀, not proof-read.

Character: Childe, Diluc.

Childe~

God he finds everything about you precious

The second you’re out in public and you hide behind him when someone decides to ask for directions

Oh boy

He’s kicking, screaming, crying, giggling-

Ok I’ll stop

But seriously his little heart can’t handle it!

He knows how anxious you get in public but he’ll still “accidentally” pull you into scenarios where you find yourself tripping over your words and slinking behind him

He just finds it adorable!

And something about you seeking his protection even if it’s from unwanted social interaction boost his never ending ego~

He loves the feeling of being your big strong boyfriend who can protect you no matter what!

But if it genuinely makes you too uncomfortable he’ll stop!

If you suddenly find yourself getting overwhelmed and his silhouette doesn’t provide enough concealment he’ll promptly excuse himself from whatever he was previously doing and take you away to a calmer, quieter place!

Being a big brother and a surprisingly good one at that he’s more than used to dealing with this kind of stuff!

He also finds it a strangely refreshing change compared to his usual charismatic and outgoing personality

He always makes sure to remind you that you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about!

He genuinely finds you so precious and he adores everything you do so please never be anything but yourself around him!

Diluc~

He’s such a sweetheart!

I can not emphasise how much of a gentleman he is ;-;

The second he notices you going into yourself and hiding behind him he’ll immediately excuse himself and take you somewhere else!

He’s used to talking to people and dealing with social events

He has to be!

But he knows how overwhelming and uncomfortable it can be when put into those situations

He’d be lying if he didn’t find it absolutely adorable though!

He just wants to scoop you up in his arms and surround you so you always feel safe and secure~

The first time you did it to him after establishing your feelings for each other he just kinda stood there for a moment like

Where’d Y/N go?

When he felt your hands clinging onto his arm like he was your only life line

Oh boy

His face matched his hair istg

He knows he’s strong

And he knows that he’s more than capable of being seen as a protective figure!

But something about you wanting his protection even if it’s just from uncomfortable social interactions just makes his heart melt faster than when he uses his pyro vision vision in dragonspine!

Always reassures you as well

The occasional “it’s alright. I’m here” can be caught slipping out of his mouth

Not to mention head pats ;-;

He never wants you to feel embarrassed or ashamed by it!

He adores you and he’ll always be there to protect you from anything that makes you feel scared or uncomfortable~

Yoooo I’m on a roll!!! Dies for a whole week

I might post some sketches I’m doing of Scara cuz I found the funniest fucking bit of lore in the game and I can’t stop wheezing over it.

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meraki-yao · 3 months

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TN Candies Part 2

HI! I’m back with more candies to share :D

Part 1

Again, preface for precaution, but it’s the exact same stuff as last time, so if you know it and you’re okay with it, feel free to cut the chase and go straight to the main event under the cut.

1, This post contains content regarding real-person shipping. If you’re uncomfortable with the subject, again, please don’t read under the post

2, I don’t have all the candies because I really just view them in passing, so I’m just gonna write/translate the ones I’ve seen, remember and find at least a logical speculation

3, I need to reiterate this in case my position in this gets misunderstood: Me writing about “candies” isn’t because these are MY opinion or things *I* found or *I* believe in them being evidence. I am just a translator and messenger.

4, Chinese people have a very difference understanding of platonic/romantic affection/relationships compared to the Western world, and that they look at the candies with rose-tinted glass. Chinese/Asian people are generally a lot less affectionate with their personal relationships, for example friends wouldn’t say “love you” to each other if they’re just friends, nor would they expand their friend group to the others easily or other stuff. And these people who look for candy go into their “investigation” already with the belief that “they are together”, everything remotely resembling a close relationship will automatically be interpreted as romantic. I thought about it a lot, and honestly among the “candies” I’ve seen, most of them are a matter of interpretation: yes those are things couples will do, but it wouldn’t be weird if friends did it too. So they’re not that seriously or up for further speculation. There is I think only one “candy” that I can’t quite say the same, which I will explain and elaborate on in this post.

5, Please remember that the people who do this do it in good nature: something I didn’t make clear in my post yesterday, which is on me, is that the fans do want them to be together, but they’re not like… yandere level or something. If they’re just friends the fans won’t be upset or betrayed or anything, they just prefer to see them as romantic. They don’t mean any harm, and they don’t cause any harm because China is physically and digitally too far away for them to actually fuck shit up, and they understand the lines of parasocial relationships: those who met with Taylor during his China trip in December know to, and didn’t bring up this in front of him. They know where to draw the line, and whoever doesn’t and starts becoming a problem gets kicked out of the community. This is meant for fun.

Ok with that being say, main event under the cut:

Lexi Galitzine

Preface for this one, and I cannot emphasise this enough: I did not fact check this one, I don’t follow Lexi on any social media. These are discoveries of the original posters. Please do not disturb Lexi and respect her privacy, especially since she is not a public figure. This is observation and speculation all done in casual, good fun, please respect her and leave her alone.

Starting from 20th December, Lexi Galitzine, Nick’s older and only sister, starting following Taylor on Instagram, which is quite odd since it was past rwrb’s promo period. Even during the promo period, Lexi only liked the rwrb official account’s post on twitter. And it’s her personal account, not her work account, so this is a personal thing.

She then proceeded to like Taylor’s post from the 20th, 23rd , and 29th. All of which are pictures from his China trip, and therefore has nothing to do with Nick.

Lexi is a graphic designer, so she mostly follows artist and designers. For Nick’s co-workers, Lexi only follows two female co-star who are very close to Nick. Taylor’s the first male friend of Nick’s that Lexi followers.

Your Man

As we all know, on Taylor’s birthday, Aneesh posted her (so far) last rwrb photo dump, and among those ones was Taylor and Nick singing together (which was adorable)

They sang “Your Man” together, which is quite a romantic and sweet song if you look at the lyrics

Taylor then commented under the post, and I quote “You recorded Ahahaahhaa”, implying he didn’t know that this was recorded at the time of the video. But… from the video, Aneesh isn’t that far away from the boys, and Taylor’s facing Aneesh, unlike Nick, who was facing Taylor.

(This is fully up to interpretation) There’s such a… vibe between them in that video.

(To me this is a stretch but) Taylor’s at Nick’s trailer. And if we recall the “OHHH THERE’S THE MOVIE STAR” little video where Nick got all adorably flustered since Taylor filmed Nick getting out of the lift, it means that Taylor was waiting for Nick, and Nick wasn’t surprised to see Taylor, so this has been going on for a while. If there is more than one lift, then Taylor also somehow knows which one Nick’s coming out from. They know each other’s route/place and meet up a lot.

Aneesh posted a video of both of them singing on Taylor’s birthday, and when wishing Taylor happy birthday, she posted that video on her story. It’s Taylor’s birthday, it would have made more sense to post either photos of just Taylor, or Taylor with her, which is what she did for his last birthday.

Nick’s Tiktok

Mentioned this yesterday but I’ll translate it here too: Nick originally followed 83 accounts on Tik Tok. On 11th January 2024, Nick cleared out his following, and only 7 remained: Camila Cabello (Cinderella 2021, Cinderella), Ayo Oedebiri (Bottoms, Josie), Rachel Sennott (Bottoms, PJ), Sio Torley (M&G, Crew), Inez Ella Clark (M&G, Makeup), Cameron Valetina (Model), and Taylor. Taylor is somehow, the only guy remaining.

Among these seven people, Nick mostly likely only introduced Taylor and Camila to Lexi, because Lexi only follows those two on social media

Later Nick followed a 4 generally accounts, but then three days he unfollowed two of those. So he has 9 followings now: 2 content accounts, 6 girl, and Taylor.

Please note that I did not fact check this, and I literally cannot fact check it because Tik Tok is completely unavailable here. Everything I translated is from OP and the screenshots she provided.

I think I’ll leave it there for part 2! Again there is still more, so lemme know if you want a part 3!

Again, this is all in good fun. But after the shit storm yesterday, I kind of wanted to use this to remind people in the rwrb who love them both and are understandably bothered and upset by the haters that the boys are proven to have a good relationship, and this is evidence. Whether these acts are platonic or romantic is none of our business and up to interpretation, but these show that they have a good relationship regardless. Don't let the assholes get to you, and have fun with these :D

Tagging a couple of folks:

@lfg1986-2 @tal-vez-o-quizas @na-18dia @mylucayathoughts @androgynoustriumphclown @hopefulblizzardsublime

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #henry hanover stuart fox #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #taynick #meraki translates #meraki essay #there's a section dedicated to taylor's support for m&g but I'll leave that for next time

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parva-noctua · 21 days

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Buddie Fandom: we want buddie! We love buddie! We can’t wait for Buddie!

Also Buddie Fandom immediately after: you know we actually want them to keep dating everyone but each other! 6 years just hasn’t been long enough of a wait ! They clearly need to explore other options still! Let’s not rush into this now!

The show: *shrugs* ok. Gives them each new love interests that aren’t each other.

Buddie Fandom: *shocked faces* how could you put them with these random people ! screw this show and their queerbaiting!

Literally what some of you sound like at this point.

Usually when you ship two people, that means you ✨ do ✨ want those ✨ specific two ✨ people to be together. Not actively hope they continue dating other people 💀

Okay, I'm starting think that I've made myself unpopular here? o.O Not only with my last zero-notifications post, but also way before that (?) 😅 Like, how? why?

I haven't suddenly turned my back on buddie--- neither have most of the others in my feed---- and yet asks like this flutter into my inbox while rarely interacting with my actual posts in any way...

Oliver himself has emphasised that he doesn't want to play buddie as a stereotype. For me, that's exactly why I don't want Eddie to follow up immediately after Tommy.

That doesn't mean that the two of them should happily continue dating other people, but maybe just learn to be single, have time to really fall in love with each other. First and foremost, they are friends.

Which also brings me to the queerbaiting debate: The way it seems now, they had no other option but to not make them official. And yet they have built up a depth of commitment and friendship that is rarely shown in this form on TV and is worth telling!

That's exactly why it would feel kinda odd--- and I speak only for myself - to rush straight to endgame after 6 years of slow burn.

I would love to see the two of them together! I just don't want to "be given short measure" aka "Oh, I'm in love with my best friend and of course he loves me back."

That's all.

And it's okay to disagree with me or others. Just ✨️ please ✨️ stop making ✨️ it look ✨️ and ✨️ feel like I (or rather buckTommy-shippers in general) somehow "betrayed" buddie...

To all who actually read to this part: thank you. love you. take care. ♡

#anon ask #parva plappert #personal thoughts #911 la #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy

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dreamingofyeo · 4 months

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𓏲๋࣭ ࣪ A siren's song࿐࿔𖦹ִ

Chapter 2: akin to none࿐࿔𖦹ִ

~ details in masterlist

~ Playlist

~ 1,119 words

~ chapter warnings: mild description of SA, sexism

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Boarding the crimson is a surreal moment to say the least. As Broner manhandles you across the plank, away from the soon to be rotting corpses of your father and his crew; you look down at the sea below desperately seeking a way out of the terrifying prospect of boarding such a vessel. However the never ending sear of Broner’s harsh grip keeps you steady on your way across the wood, your’e certain to have bruises from it.

The first touch down of your foot onto the Crimson’s deck feels like a sealing of a warrant letter. Your life as you know it is now over, if you din’t die on this ship you’re sure to never be as you were before it. The leering of the men around you does not go unnoticed, both silent and vocal. The way their features contort into gruesome windows to their thoughts makes your skin crawl, seeing that makes you almost wish for the grip on your arm to remain.

You’re so focussed on observing the new faces around you- mostly trying to pick out ones to avoid more than others- that you barely even register the sound of the plank being dragged back onto the deck. Vervona crosses into your vision, blocking it from a face you couldn’t quite get a read on.

He leans down to your eye level, smiling crudely at you. You do your best to hold eye contact with him, he seems to notice the emphasis on your attempt rather than execution before laughing under his breath and spinning on his heel to address his crew.

“Well lads, as you can see we have a new member of our crew.”

The various laughs and whistles threaten to draw bile from your stomach.

“Come on then sweet, introduce yourself.”

You debate saying nothing, but you do not wish to provoke anyone in your situation. Your real name is not an option in the slightest, if you ever escaped them they’d be able to find you that much easier should they decide to. A faux name is the best option.

“Cara Jones.” You manage to get out.

Vervona smirks at you in such a way that you feel he most certainly knows of the small deceit. You can’t help but regret it in a way, perhaps gaining enough trust to escape could’ve been an option, unlikely as of now.

“Well then Cara Jones, what are your uses?” He snides, turning back to you and emphasising your ‘name’ in a mellifluous tone, drawing more unconcealed laughter from his crew.

“Pardon?” You’re genuinely perplexed, was it his way of asking what jobs you were capable of aboard a ship? or was it meant in a crude context?

“Your uses, you’ll earn your keep aboard my ship.” The way he says it as if he had a choice in boarding it urges you to land a swift slap to his face.

You don’t dare though.

“I am partially schooled in navigation.”

“Not cooking?” A vile voice questions.

Vervona snorts.

“Unlikely lads, this one is from a family with money, don’t do their own cooking say for buns for the oven.”

More laughter. You feel so small. He continues.

“We already have a navigator, you will work alongside him until I find a more efficient use for you.”

Work with someone? Navigation takes place in a room apart from everyone else, that is the last thing you desire. Your stomach churns with warning and unease.

“Yeosang, come here. Introduce our Cara here to yourself and your work.”

He steps away and Broner releases his grip on you, both walk off presumably to Vervona’s cabin, you don’t care to know. Not when the man you couldn’t get a read on from behind him begins walking towards you.

He stops a few feet away from you, offering you a slight smile which almost seems to be intended to be reassuring. You observe him silently, his features are soft and youthful, his hair almost shoulder length, black and wavy, tied in a half knot behind his head with a few loose strands framing his face. His countenance seems far away yet focussed, as if he’s forcing himself to be in the present moment. He speaks after a few moments of the mutual observation, his voice is low yet soft.

“My name is Kang Yeosang, it’s a pleasure.”

You say nothing, offering only a nod. To which he seems content with as he smiles and nods back. At least he is polite, you could’ve ended up with a worse person to ‘earn your keep with’ you suppose.

The moment of ‘at least’ is shattered unceremoniously by the owner of the vile voice from not a few minutes prior. You did not even register him behind you until he had his hands on you. You freeze and lock eyes with Yeosang. His lips are moving, features forming a scowl. You cannot hear a word being said. It is not a moment akin to anything, it is the source of nightmares you will be haunted by.

Turn off your mind. Don’t think. Don’t feel.

Try as you might, feel you do. The bile threatening its presence from earlier finds its way into your throat and you swallow it down harshly. A tear begins to slip from you. Your lips are quivering, fighting the urge to let out a scream. Your legs are numb.

Then in an instant his hands are gone, the terror evoked from them replaced by shock and horror at the sound of the gunshot near your ear. You reflexively lurch away from the sound. The man is bleeding out from his head on the deck.

Good.

Vervona is standing by his cabin door. He lowers the pistol.

“Anyone else tries a stunt like that, you will meet the same bloody end. This one is to remain unspoiled. You are aware of our plans.”

His persistent emphasis on ‘unspoiled’ makes your insides churn. He takes a few steps towards you before confirming your earlier suspicion.

“Cara, since you don’t deign to grace my crew with your name, I will be giving you a new one.” He turns to his crew.

“Temptress she may be but give in to such a melody and you won’t live long enough to truly regret it. What’s that sound like to you lads?”

You could swear their faces turn pale with knowing, Yeosang’s is still that akin to steel.

Vervona turns back to you.

“What about you hm? You know what a siren is?”

Your blood runs cold.

The crew member’s words fly to your mind and you curse yourself for singing a siren’s song at the railing of your fathers ship.

<-chapter 1 ~ chapter 3->

taglist:

@voicesinmyhead-rc @decadentstrangernacho @baek-at-it-again95 @amalialoved

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bubblegum-blackwood · 2 months

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Queens of the Damned - day 3 - bodily autonomy

For their human sexuality class, Armande and Lestat team up to make cupcakes decorated to look like human breasts. They have some frosting left over, and Lestat finds a creative use for it.

“I could make you cry, I could make you scream, I could make you beg for me,” she emphasised beg by curling her fingers suddenly back into Lestat’s pussy, scratching, and Lestat gasped, her hands shooting back to steady herself on the counter. “What do you say, princess?”

Lestat could only nod, her lower lip wobbling, and Armande took her by the hands and pulled her out of the kitchen and onto the bed, shimmying as quickly as she could out of her own clothing. They brought their lips together with a vicious fury, biting and growling like wild animals, gonna take off my skin, tear apart all of my insides, when they rifle in Mom and Dad think you’ll be saved. Armande shoved her hand back down between Lestat’s legs, wet enough as it was, and Lestat whimpered, turning to jelly underneath her. She loved watching the way that pretty little mouth went slack, her eyes fluttered closed, her cheeks flushed as brilliant as a sunset. Armande worked her with a persistent hand, never tiring, can’t find my way home but it’s through you and I know what I’ll do just to get back in her arms, she made such pretty little sounds as she writhed languidly on the bed, come on, angel, don’t you cry, and yet she was crying, shiny black-tinted tears rolling down her face again, Armande lapping them up greedily, sucking them right from the source, Lestat’s hands in her hair. When she could tell the girl was getting close, she abruptly took her hand away; Lestat whimpered and reached for herself, but Armande gave her a slap to the wrist with a warning “Ah-ah!” and pinned her hands above her head, smirking, “Not until I say you’re done.”

Lestat pouted and whined again. Armande leaned in close and whispered, “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Lestat sniffled. “Please,”

“What was that?”

“Please,”

“I can’t hear you,”

“Please,”

A pause. Armande raised an eyebrow. Lestat repeated, “Please.”

“Again.”

“Please, Armande, please, I beg you, just let me come,” tears sprang into her eyes anew, the precious little pout of her lower lip making Armande want to lean down and bite it and - “Ow!”

“Sorry,” Armande mumbled, rolling the droplet of Lestat’s blood she had caught before pulling away around on her tongue. She massaged one of Lestat’s tits with her free hand, pressing gentler kisses now to her lips, cheeks, nose, ears, throat. Lestat whimpered again, “Please,”

“I’ve got you, baby girl,”

Read the whole thing on AO3!

#vc #vamptember #r63 #armand #lestat de lioncourt

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mellorphic · 11 months

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do you have any songs that remind you of dsmp characters? if so, please gimme

(also what is your favorite song/band/artist in general)

Tysm for the ask! I could literally talk about this for hours on end.

Favourite song/band/artist changes all the goddamn time but right now Scum by Lovejoy

In terms of characters you are opening a rabbit hole for me, buckle in.

Tommy

What Can I Do if The Fire Goes Out? By Gang Of Youths fits his exile arc, his relationship with Dream at the time as well as grieving Wilbur - “Do I throw my hopes in the fire? Do I throw my clothes in the fire? Do those things grow in the fire, or burn just to keep me compliant?”

Worried About Ray by The Hoosiers gives Pogtopia!Tommy vibes, with the way he wanted to protect L’Manberg and protect Wilbur - “the truth be told, the truth be told, I’m worried about the future holds, the future holds. I’m so tired of being worried about Ray.”

A lot of AURORA songs give me Tommy vibes but especially It Happened Quiet which reminds me of his third death. She uses a lot of nature related metaphors in her songs which I think fit his character - “Eyes blue and hollow as it rains against their will”

Good Grief by Bastille is such a c!tommy song about grief and how he processes people dying/leaving. I can’t emphasise this enough - “You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my senses. You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my words.”

Wilbur

Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears In Trees, specifically for the election era but probably fits most of his L’Manberg arc - “Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others. I’m trying to distract myself from the fears that I’ve discovered.”

Youth by Daughter reminds me of the legacy that Wilbur left behind once he died on Nov 16th after blowing up L’Manberg. It’s such a sympathetic song, too - “Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked this home, it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it”

Saint Bernard by Lincoln fits Revivedbur so so much, but specifically in Hitting On 16, his relationships with Quackity, Tommy, and how he felt about the way people treated Dream (read: how he felt they treated him) at this time - “I said ‘make me love myself so that I might love you’, don’t make me a liar, cause I swear to god, when I said it I thought it was true.”

So many Lucy Spraggan songs?? It’s so hard to pick just one but I’m gonna go with Roots for reflecting on the early days of the L’Manberg era - “I bought a big house in the country, I live there now, does nothing for me. Bought a fast car, white and sporty, when I look back I was pretty poorly.”

Niki

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives as a puffychu song during Niki’s rocket duo arc? Pain. Pain and suffering - “Abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could’ve been, my dear. Cuz in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear. Oh, my dear.”

The Calling by The Amazing Devil is such a Doomsday Niki song about her looking back on her life and who she used to be - “I look into the water and see a face I don’t understand. We’re both unwanted daughters, but there’s more than water in these autumn hands.”

Moonsickness by Penelope Scott is literally Manberg Niki and how she was trying so hard to fight for her home but it was futile - “And in your blood you know what’s right, and in your bones you know what’s wrong, and in your throat you know that you’re lying to kids and you know nobody belongs in this hell”

ilomilo by Billie Eilish about post-nov-16th rain duo from Niki’s pov - “I tried not to upset you, let you rescue me the day I met you, I just wanted to protect you, but now I’ll never get to.”

I also think that The Call by Regina Spektor fits all of the L’Manbergians and what they value and their experiences during and after that arc - “And then that word grew louder and louder, till it was a battle cry. I’ll come back, when you call me. No need to say goodbye.”

I’ve been saying since 2021 that The Horror and The Wild by The Amazing Devil is literally Phil and Wilbur talking in the button room, with Phil being the part of Madeline Hyland and Wilbur being Joey Batey - “Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring, I promise you, they’ll sing of every time you pass your fingers through my hair and call me child - witness me, old man, I am the wild.”

If you’d like me to assign songs to specific duos, arcs or characters I can 100% do that! Or if you want a more in depth analysis of any of these songs, I can do that to (this is open for anyone to ask me about, not just Mayrine!)

#tommyinnit #c!tommy #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #nihachu #c!niki #dream smp #dsmp #niki nihachu #orphic talks #song analysis #dsmp analysis #L’Manberg #Pogtopia

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next-autopsy · 6 months

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A/N: Well, hi there! It's ya girl back with more! This chapter's a bit dark but like its for the plot so....

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Swearing, threatening, verbal assault, (lmk if i need to add something here!)

Made of Glass

Chapter seven: Smooth

Latrine duty was worse than it sounded but at least she wasn't alone. Five men were on their knees next to her.

George Luz and Donald Malarkey were the only guys cleaning latrines that she was previously friendly with. Birdie had officially introduced herself to Tipper and Shifty while scrubbing toilets. She'd tried not to think about it too much when she shook their hands, grimacing.

And lastly, tormenting her in the lavatories was Joseph Liebgott.

She had only ever butted heads with him and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. He rolled his eyes when she spoke and she made faces at him when his back was turned.

George caught her sticking her tongue out at the behind Liebgott's head once and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Which had caused her to giggle and caught the man's attention, he scoffed at the pair who were apparently laughing at nothing.

“You're doing it wrong.” Liebgott told the woman in the stall next to him. Birdie audibly sighed,

“By all means; do it for me, then.” She invited but instead of taking over her task, he decided to fling an underhanded comment her way.

“Aren't women supposed to be good at cleaning?”

“Yeah? Well that's why I'm here and not a ‘good little housewife’ for some sorry fool.” Birdie was starting to reach her limit of face time with Liebgott. She brushed off everything he said with her own witty reply but she could only take so much of his attitude before she began souring, he was actually starting to piss her off.

“The man who marries you would be a fool.” Joe mumbled loud enough for her to hear. Birdie was about to retort when another voice interrupted.

“Children, children, please! Enough with the bickering, just kiss already!” It was George who tried to break up the endless insults between them, although his tone was full of delight. He attempted to keep the mood up but he was enjoying their spiteful remarks a little too much.

“Good thing I’m kneeling over a toilet, cause I just threw up a bit.” Bernadette fake gagged to emphasise her point.

“Oh yeah? Well you-“ Liebgott began but the Liebgott-Birdie banter was cut off once again.

“Oh my God! I can’t take it anymore!" Malarkey called out.

“These two are going drive us all insane!” Tipper added earning chuckles from the group excluding Birdie and Liebgott who glowered at each other and returned to their work.

Maybe ignoring one another was the best course of action.

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Sparkling lavatories meant the six cleaners were released, permitted to spend the rest of the Saturday afternoon as they pleased.

Bernadette had dashed for the showers, making an effort to rid her body and hair of the lingering smell; a sickly mixture of sweat, cleaning products and an outhouse.

She let her damp hair hang down her back, allowing it to air dry on her way to her barracks. Birdie had decided to spend her time off replying to the multitude of letters she had begun receiving from her hometown. The latest letter accrued that very morning was from her oldest sister, Helen and she was itching to read it.

Her mind was off in the clouds, wondering what her relations were up to and what news might be waiting for her. Birdie's legs automatically took the route to her sleeping quarters, now known off by heart. She rounded the corner, still a few minutes away from her destination and noticed a group of uniformed men circled around and passing smokes between them.

Birdie gave them a brief smile and no second thought, aiming to cruise past them. It seemed as though they had other plans in mind.

“Well hello, beautiful.” The tallest man of the group smiled and the three men with him chuckled along as if he was a comedian. Whatever joke he was telling did not fill Birdie with joy. She slowed her pace and swallowed the salvia forming in her mouth, suddenly anxious to return to the women's building.

“Afternoon.” She spoke curtly, stepping around them only to be stopped when he moved in her path.

“Now, where do you think you're going, huh? We just want to talk.” His grin made Birdie jittery, she looked around hoping someone she knew would walk by, she'd even found herself wishing to see her CO so that he would send her up Currahee, far away from these strangers.

She heard a shuffle of feet behind her and kicked herself when she realised two of the guys had split off and come up at her rear.

The four men stepped to her, until they were close enough that she could feel the exhaled puff of their cigarettes on her from all angles.

Birdie tried her best to glare at them, the tallest man in particular. He raised his hand toward her and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, cooing a: 'Come on now, girly.'

The second his skin touched hers a nauseating feeling churned in her stomach, she slapped his outstretched hand away and growled aggressively, “Don't touch me!”

This only caused the men around her to laugh at her and spurred two others to reach out at her, skimming her arm or toying with her hair. The southern girls heart pounded, she began imagining the most efficient way to smack him up side the head and which direction to sprint in.

“Don't be a fuckin' tease.” One hissed into her ear, she flinched away from his voice and curled her fist up, ready to punch her way out of the men encircling her like a pack of lions hunting down their prey.

“The fuck?” A familiar voice vocalised from the direction she had come from. She could have cried out in relief when three Easy company men came into her view.

Tipper, her newly formed acquaintance, stood by Liebgott and a man she was yet to converse with, labelled Grant.

The trio advanced aggressively towards the surrounded lady, causing three of the men to stumble backwards away from the brunette lady.

The leader of their gang pressed himself closer to her before her comrades reached the two and simultaneously pulled on her arm, causing her to lose her balance and lean into him. She let out a yelp at his quick action.

“This isn't over. Watch your back.” He whispered, then adding louder, “Bitch.” The offending men disappeared and Birdie was left stunned.

All three Easy guys arrived which arms reach, too late to fend off her would be attackers. They took slowed steps in her direction like they were scared of spooking her.

“You okay?” Grant asked her gently. She feet were welded to the spot they left her in and her eyes couldn't be torn away from the area she last saw them.

“Who were those guys?” Tipper wondered.

“Fuckin' assholes.” Liebgott answered, glaring in the direction they scampered off in. He turned to the clearly shaken girl, “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine....” Bernadette murmured, she was still in a state of shock, playing through the events in her mind. Why hadn't she done something sooner? Was her first instinct really to freeze up like that?

“Birdie, if they-”

“Jesus! I said I'm fuckin' fine.” The woman raised her voice, something none of the men had experience yet.

“I was just asking if-” Liebgott was cut off again by her harsh voice.

“Well stop askin'. I can take care of myself.” Her body shifted into action, finally thawing out enough to move and she stomped past them in the direction she was headed in to begin with. It was Joe's turn to huff this time. He was just trying to be nice and check on her, what was her problem?

“Yeah, it sure looked like it.” The second he said the words, he regretted them. Grant and Tipper tensed and Birdie stopped in her tracks.

“Fuck off, Liebgott.” And she was gone. Joe was left to watch her figure retreat with a pit of guilt settling in his stomach.

“Smooth.” Tipper pretended to hide his comment in a cough, which earned a stern look from his friend.

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Her mail was forgotten in her footlocker for safe keeping.

Bernadette sat on her cot listening to her friends conversing. She smiled and nodded, hiding any indication that something was amiss. The last thing she wanted was the women questioning her or trying to convince her to tell someone. She would happily move on an ignore the events of the day.

“Hey.” A honey sweet voice pulled her focus from the larger group of women. The blonde girl who slept in the cot next to her had gained her attention.

“How you holding up?”

“Huh?” Had someone told her what happened? Were rumours spreading already? Birdie's breaths quickened awaiting an explanation from the sweet medic who had moved to sit on Birdie's bed with her.

“I heard about the night duty.... and the extra PT... and something about a circle?” Her brow quirked upwards, a warm smile curled into her lips.

Oh. “Oh!” She smiled back at the Dog company blonde.

“Yeah, um... my CO... he's just testing me, I suppose.” Birdie chuckled. She didn't want to speak too badly of Sobel in case things got back to him or Sergeant Evans was hiding under her bunk (she wouldn't put it passed him).

Constance asked Birdie more about adjusting to Easy and in turn told her about Dog company. The two shared a story or two about home, Connie spoke about her five sisters, they were all nurses taking after their mother.

“And then my oldest sister told him to shove off!” The pair cackled like two hens. Birdie grabbed at her stomach, her cheeks ached from laughing so hard. She had to grab onto Connie's arm to stop her from rolling off the single cot as she giggled, wiggling too close to the edge. This only caused another bout of laughter between them.

“Oh! My sister!” Birdie's laughter died down when she recalled the unopened letter and dove for her footlocker. She ripped it open and took a second to scan it. Her small smile turned into a mammoth grin the further down she read.

“Good news?” Connie inquired, curiously.

“My sister's havin' another baby!” Birdie declared, the room full of women heard her announcement and cheered, congratulating her on a second niece or nephew. That sparked the ladies to pull out family pictures and talk about their loved ones proudly.

Birdie reveled in this moment, all the women were chatting happily, forming the bond only close friends and sisters shared.

Francesca stood between the door and the butt barrel, watching and puffed away silently. The faintest hint of an amused expression found it's way onto her face. She locked eyes with Bernadette and the two shared a pleased look. Francesca gave the southerner an approving nod; she recognised Birdie as the glue pulling the group together.

Birdie winked at the woman then turned to review a photo that had been shoved in her direction.

A/N: I purposefully haven't named the shady guys in this chapter and they will stay unnamed cause why would I waste time on assholes like that? Till next time x

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter eight

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #ww2 #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #made of glass #made of glass chapter seven #next autopsy

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sneezypeasy · 2 years

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So as a couple of people have reached out to me to ask about this specifically, I figured I’d fire off a post about it real quick -

I found the original ATLA scripts in the WGF and indeed I am unreasonably proud of this fact, but that’s all. I’m super thrilled to have had the opportunity to share my findings with you guys, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel smug about getting to “break the news”, so to speak, but ultimately the only thing special about my analyses is that I was the first to write them because I was the first (afaik) to find the scripts to begin with. If you find my opinions respectable or agreeable because they read that way to you, I deeply appreciate it! But they should not be automatically given any deference simply for being “first”.

In other words, I do not own The Opinion™ on the scripts, not by a long shot, and if you want to write your own analyses on them, please do! I posted the excerpts online fully anticipating and in fact hoping that people would find them intriguing enough to discuss and theorise and write metas about and ultimately enrich the atla fandom with a range of fresh arguments and new perspectives. You shouldn’t ask me permission to write your own take on the excerpts I’ve posted because I’m not in any place to deny you permission nor should I be - finding the scripts doesn’t grant me any kind of authority on the matter, it just gives me some silly bragging rights that nobody outside the zutara fandom would give a rat’s ass about 🤣

And as I’ve previously mentioned - if you live in the LA area, I can’t emphasise enough how satisfying it is to make an appointment and read the scripts yourselves - please do! Appointments are free to make and as of writing this post (October 26th 2022) they’re open every week from Tuesday to Friday. You can verify the excerpts I found and you might be able to find new stuff that I wasn’t able to spot. And they have tons of scripts to read, not just ATLA ones, so there’s always gonna be something for everyone 😊

So please, go nuts! Write your metas and your fics and post your analyses. I would appreciate a credit for finding the scripts but other than that, whether you agree or disagree with things I’ve said, I will look forward to seeing all your takes 😁 Much love ❤

#zutara #atla original scripts #writer's guild foundation #thank you all for being so considerate of me #but really I'm just some chick on the internet with a passion same as y'all #knock yourselves out :)

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opia-tarot · 2 years

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🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️

I think of the asteroid Chiron. I would assimilate it with this asteroid. shadow work is digging deep and figuring out where your shadow traits stem from. Shadow traits are usually formed from trauma and they’re not usually known traits. It’s usually something you have to actively uncover in order to reveal them. so basically they are subconscious traits. We all have them and they block our potential. Some examples of shadow traits could be people pleasing, self-destructive behaviours, imposter syndrome etc.

I just want to mention a ⚠️tw because i’ll be referring to healing from trauma. I don’t go in detail in regard to trauma itself, but i talk about how to heal from behaviours that are a result of those traumas. So please be aware of this before you read this post.

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I always emphasise how important it is to uncover your shadow traits. I cannot emphasise how important it is to face your shadow side. this is because if you don’t face your shadow side, these subconscious traits will keep hindering you from achieving your full potential. I feel like it’s not something that’s talked about enough in this community.

I think the reason why shadow work is so difficult is because it can be triggering. Now this is particularly for if you have deeper trauma. Now it doesn’t always have to be heavy, it can be balanced in how you approach it.

A mistake I made when I started doing shadow work was diving deep and hastily unpacking all my shadow traits and i found it very overwhelming, so I really don’t recommend that.

Sometimes facing your shadow can involve more mellow things like discovering your attachment style and where this stems from.

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The whole aim of shadow work is integration. The end goal is to integrate your shadow side so that it doesn’t overwhelm your other traits. So basically the integration refers to a balance of both your shadow and your other traits. The point is not to suppress these traits or to get rid of them. It is to learn how to deal with these traits which is the whole purpose of integration. By learning your shadow traits and accepting yourself, you can then unpack these behaviours and process them in a healthy way and this leads to the process of integration.

It’s about acknowledgement, unpacking, figuring out where it stems from, seeing how it affects you in the present, acceptance, and integration.

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Shadow work doesn’t have to be something you schedule every day and sit at a desk and write for hours. Shadow work doesn’t have to feel like a chore. shadow work can be sitting down and introspecting, or perhaps when you’re faced with a particular situation, and it triggers you, you pause and think about how this triggered you and how you can handle it in a better way.

Shadow work is also about taking accountability. Another reason why a lot of people find shadow work difficult is because you have to take accountability for your actions.

whether you’re just starting or you’ve been doing this a while, i always recommend shadow work prompts. Find a list of prompts online (or you can write them yourself) and if you can’t decide where to start use a random number picker and start from there.

Now shadow work prompts don’t have to be questions on a piece of paper. It could be a point your therapist mentioned and you unpack it on your own etc.

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🐈‍⬛therapy

🐈‍⬛journalling

🐈‍⬛introspection

🐈‍⬛talking to yourself about it and verbally unpacking it (this is great for anyone who find it hard to differentiate their own thoughts from others) sometimes it’s great to verbally express and authenticate those feelings

there’s more and you’ll learn what subjectively works

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🕷️You are a human being and integration is about accepting yourself as a whole.

🕷️Doing shadow work doesn’t mean you’re ever going to reach a point of completion. You are still human and shadow work is a constant journey of self discovery.

🕷️Shadow work is different for everyone and it is processed in different ways. There is no correct method for doing shadow work.

🕷️For anyone who has a traumatic past or really deep trauma shadow work is going to be triggering at first. It’s important to really break it down into minuscule chunks, so you don’t overwhelm yourself.

🕷️Shadow work is going to bring up feelings of resentment. Now, if you haven’t experienced trauma from anyone else, then you are likely going to feel resentful towards yourself for blocking opportunities and limiting your own potential in the past. This is normal. Resentment is a normal feeling when doing shadow work. Remember shadow work is also about acceptance.

🕷️shadow work is so rewarding and it is honestly so freeing. You’re going to be more receptive to expansive opportunities and you’re going to unlock your potential during the process

❕avoid overwhelming yourself, there are no shortcuts when doing shadow work, so it’s easier to tackle a small amount at a time

❕also be careful not to be critical of yourself. Shadow work requires vulnerability, so be easy on yourself

❕no comparing! this is your individual experience

❕it’s not linear, so avoid being hard on yourself if your shadow traits take over sometimes. Integrate not eliminate.

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if this helps let me know! Also if you have any other questions about it send me an ask and i’ll help you out.

I’ve been thinking about doing a daily or maybe twice a week shadow prompt post. It could help you stay motivated perhaps idk, it’s just an idea but lmk if you would be interested.

also lmk if u would like links to in depth videos about it

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#shadow work #opia tarot

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The Amethyst Files, Part 8

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A/N: Let's find out who shot Mad, shall we?

Warnings: Gruesome description of bullet removal.

He was falling. Why was he falling? The ground kept giving out under him, and he just kept falling. There was a ringing in his ears, a dull echo reminding him he could still hear things, and the wind whistled past his face as he fell. Everything seemed so dark, so cold, except the burning in his shoulder, and oh, that ringing isn’t ringing, it’s—

Mare yelled in anger as he charged at the figure on the other side of the clearing, wrenching the gun from their hands as he tackled them to the ground, hand against their throat as he snarled in their face. His heartbeat roared in his ears, and he turned his head to snap at Phantom’s arms as his brother tried to pull him away.

“Mare, let him go!” Jackie’s hand on his shoulder finally dragged him away, shaking his head at Mare’s rabid snarl before turning to look back at the person on the ground. “Go tend to Mad. I’ll deal with this.”

Mare gave a final growl, looking at the man on the floor, before his gaze softened and he ran back to Mad’s side, brushing his hair off his sweaty forehead and propping him onto his lap. He held Mad’s hand tightly as his free hand pressed against the bullet wound in his shoulder, shaking his head to dispel any tears threatening to fall.

“Mad, darling, please don’t die,” he begged, leaning over the vampire to check his back for an exit wound. “No exit wound. Bullet’s in there still.” Tearing the sleeve of his shirt, Mare pressed the fabric against Mad’s back, applying enough pressure to stop the bleeding.

“Help Mare,” Jackie told Phantom, not looking up as the human crouched beside him. “This is my own mess for me to fix. Go help your brother save his mate.” Taking a steadying breath, Jackie turned to the man on the ground, setting his jaw as he crossed his arms. “We thought you were dead.”

“Very nearly,” the man replied with a chuckle, dusting off his jacket as he sat up, frowning when Jackie’s hand on his shoulder forced him to lean back. “Jackie, it’s just me. There’s no need to be scared.”

“Robert,” Jackie began slowly, looking into his eyes, “You should have written once you’d reached the shore. Chase was so sure you were dead that he practically went insane. You just shot a friend,” he emphasised the word with a squeeze to Robert’s shoulder, gaze changing from angry to helpless. “My only friend in this country.”

“I don’t trust him,” Robert confessed, shaking Jackie’s hand off his shoulder so he could sit upright. “There were… people, they wanted this land to develop weapons. They wanted a way to overpower him. To weaken him, so they could experiment on him. Jackie, he’s dangerous.”

“He’s lived on his own for over two centuries,” Jackie replied, looking at Mad across the clearing. “He didn’t make trouble for anyone, focused on protecting himself. I’ve seen his home; he just wants to exist without being hunted. The only thing dangerous about him is how much he cares for Mare.”

“Mare’s the one that attacked me?” Robert asked, frowning at the two men hunched over Mad’s body. “How long has he been a vampire?”

“At least a year,” Jackie laughed softly to himself, hanging his head in amusement. “His brother’s still human, been looking for Mare for a few months.”

“He can’t be dead,” Mare said helplessly, looking at Phantom as he held Mad close. “He’s too smart to be killed by a gunshot.”

“Mare, the best we can do right now is try to get the bullet out,” Phantom stated, focusing on helping Mad instead of dwelling on his brother’s broken sobs. “I need you to help me get him to the creek, so I can wash his back and get the wound clean.”

“If he dies, I’m going to rip that vampire’s throat out. I don’t care how Jackie knows him,” Mare growled, effortlessly picking Mad up and carrying him to the creek, setting him on his lap with his back up so Phantom could clean.

“Do whatever you want,” Phantom replied, cleaning Mad’s back before biting his lip. “This is going to be hell.” Giving Mare a short nod, he poked his fingers into Mad’s wound and searched for the bullet, pulling a face as he pulled it out.

The twins flinched at the animalistic yell Mad let out as Phantom pulled out the bullet, Mare clutching his mate to his chest while Phantom essentially ripped the bullet out, both covering their ears as Mad’s yell turned into a screech, echoing through the clearing and making the birds fly from the trees. Just as Mare and Phantom thought they’d lose their hearing, Mad went deathly silent, going limp in Mare’s lap with an occasional twitch to his fingers.

“What… the hell was that?” Phantom asked, setting the bullet down and dunking his hands into the creek to clean the blood off them. A glance across the clearing told him Jackie and his friend were heading his way, so he tied a torn strip of Mad’s shirt around his back to cover the wound.

“I have no idea,” Mare said breathlessly, staring at the unconscious Mad in front of him. “He’s never made that sound before, but I kind of like it.”

“Mare.” Jackie’s voice distracted Phantom from his brother’s words, and he turned to look at the vampires curiously. “This is Robert. He’s a member of my family that we thought were dead. He wants to help.”

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons

#writing #fanfiction #nwtb fanfiction #jacksepticeye fanfiction #madmare #phantomhero #vampire au

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saturniiids · 2 years

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Alrighty my case for Tim staying as Robin:

So Tim is going through a long awaited character arc of self discovery right? And this is all leading to him deciding what to do as a vigilante and what name or persona he should take up next. And like there’s a lot of factors playing into Tim’s uncertainty of his identity which includes the fact that Damien is Robin now and there’s the whole dispute between them about Tim being adopted (which is ridiculous can we please move on from this dc??) There’s also the large pressure that comes with all Robins about living up to Dicks legacy and feeling like just a lesser copy of Dick. Then you add all of the stuff about him being a replacement for Jason (which I can’t tell is this just like a fanon thing??)

I don’t think that a self discovery arc for Tim can just end with him solving some mysteries, having a talk with Dick and then just leaving and becoming a completely new hero. I think that doing that would emphasise especially my last two points because this would make Tim another Nightwing. Maybe not in a literal sense but he’s still copying what Dick did so it doesn’t make sense from the characters stand point or a story telling stand point. What he should actually do is ignore the pressure Dick is putting on him to become a different vigilante and move on because I don’t think that would actually help him move on.

Tim became Robin because he looked up to Dick and Jason. And recently we’ve seen his internal conflict about how he should act in regards to what they’d do or what Batman would do. So I think Tim needs to become more secure in what he wants to do and how he wants to be Robin, learning that he can be himself as Robin. Essentially the storyline should show that he is good enough to be Tim Drake and Robin and that they are the same person (a good way to do this is through him revealing his identity to Bernard/ Bernard working it out)

Then to further strengthen the story he and Damien should come to a reconciliation where they accept each other as brothers and decide to share the Robin mantle and use the name in their separate ways.

Thanks for reading :]

#on the other hand I’m doing a redesign of a new vigilante identity for him anyway lmao #tim drake #batman #batman comics #dc robin #dc comics #red Robin #just realised I didn’t go into him taking red Robin from Jason but I can’t be bothered to go back and work it in

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thequietmanno1 · 1 year

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 81, Replies Part 2

1) “Anyway, I bet this would make a really cool animated scene, but we definitely will never get an anime out of this manga, and that makes me both sad and happy.”- I dunno, I think there’s defiantly potential for one- certainly a lot of free space in that timeskip for a filler arc or two to flesh out everybody’s character, you know? 2) “you fuckers are worried about analyzing the lyrics and rhythm of it when she`s about to be turned into a roast?”-They had to dumb it down for those of us who can’t hear the music playing in our heads as we read. 3) “RACHEL I STILL CAN`T BELIEVE ANY OF YOU REALLY THINK THAT POP JUST DISAPPEARED FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN COME BACK AS A CRAZY VILLAIN AND THAT THERE ISN`T ANY SORT OF SUSPICIOUS THING INVOLVED

THERE`S ANOTHER THREE GUYS IN THIS VERY SAME ROOM WHICH GOT KIDNAPPED AND TURNED INTO RAMPAGING VILLAINS, WHY DON`T ANY OF YOU THINK THE SAME APPLIES TO HER?”- I mean, they probably suspect, but they don’t have any definite proof, you know? Phelps is probably erring on the side of caution here from his prior experiences with trigger, which is why he wants her brought in alive, but that’s not really an outcome discount-endeavour has in mind. For the support group, all they really know is what they’ve seen and experienced, and none of them can really provide evidence that Pop’s been Triggered to be like this without getting samples of her blood and such, which the parasite likely isn’t going to allow. 4) “Pop please, piss off, you literally didn`t go through anything that would justify this behavior, but the story is really set into pushing that the Parasite just let you act in the darkness in your heart”- It does somewhat undercut the transformation, that’s there’s no real inherent ‘darkness’ within Pop to manipulate and mould into a villain, unlike with Tenko and his childhood abuse steadily building up until the breaking point. But on the other hand, that emphasises the ‘tragedy’ aspect more, because whilst Tenko was steadily coaxed into accepting evil by what he thought was choice, Pop is being brute-forced into the role by Nomura and not being given any true say in the matter, yet brainwashed into believing that she wants this outcome. 5) “KOICHI WHAT IS THAT

ALTHOUGH I AM GLAD YOU`RE KEEPING YOUR DAD`S TRADITIONS ALIVE WITH YOUR OWN GRAPPLING HOOK”- At least one practical piece of training Knuckle imparted onto Koichi was how to properly use a grappling hock in action to web-swing, even by example, which is a pretty neat comparison to be made between Izuku and Koichi now that they both have the powers the gravity defiance (or will do in Izuku’s case whenever he manages to unlock it) and the power of swing. 6) “Oh it is actually his old grappling hook, oh wow. Can`t disagree that is essential to have a backup plan when the first one goes down the hole but

KOICHI YOU HAVEN`T EVEN USED YOUR FUCKING QUIRK”- The grappling hook is actually an extremely fitting tool for Koichi should he master it enough to make it his own, letting him keep in the fray and moving around buildings when his ‘Quirk stamina’ runs out and recharging it, then allowing him to start using it against after the brief ‘rest’ period. 7) “Actually no, he was the most “normal” person there, when you stop to think about it.

Also Puto, you saw him doing that like once, twice at most, what the fuck do you even know?”- He knows that with even a little application of his Quirk applied to this tool, Koichi would be able to pull off parkour stunts that would make Knuckle’s usage of it seem amateur in comparison. 8) “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

HE`S FGOING FOR ITFUCKYEAH THE CRAWLER TOOK TO THE SKIES ONCE AGAIN!”-Maybe not the full-scale rocket blast he pulled off before, but the ‘double jump’ (or triple in this case) is a good in-between measure to catch up to Pop on her own playing field.

9) “FURUHASHI JUST FUCKING DECIDE ALREADY IF SHE`S IN CONTROL OR NOT FOR FUCK`S SAKE”-

Again similar to Tomura, Pop is convinced at first that society will never forgive her for her crimes, or accept the circumstances behind them, so she may as well accept being a villain and let the parasite have its way, but seeing Koichi chasing relentlessly after her and still willing to forgive her despite it all is just enough to make her realise that if he alone will never turn his back on her, then maybe that’s enough reason to actually fight back…which is precisely why Nomura steps in at that moment. I can see something similar happening with Tomura down the line- maybe himself not being actually ‘redeemed’ in the eyes of the public, but getting to choose to stop being the villain and start accepting help from Izuku when he needs it.

10) “but again, I am happy. At least I got my hope in things actually getting better written being renovated. It was far from perfect- in fact it was so far that light would take around a week before it could reach perfect, but we can still make it, this story still can make good use of all its potential so at least the ending is good.”- “Crossing the finish line with a broken leg is still finishing the race” @thelreads

#bnha #bnha vigilantes #my hero academia #thelreads #chapter replies #vigilantes 81

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recoveringrhys · 1 year

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mental health book idea

I have just one request before you read my book manuscript. Keep an open mind. I have poured my heart and soul into this piece. I have experienced so much trauma that it has made me numb to the world. I still feel love however, and joy and peace. I haven’t been entirely broken. So, please I ask just this of you; finish it! I can guarantee that you haven’t heard a story like mine before. There’s so much loss, heartbreak and tragedy that it wouldn’t seem out of place if Shakespeare wrote it. Please I beg of you just give me a chance that’s all I need. I know with the power of my words I could help bring down an entire broken system and have it rebuilt, like a phoenix rising out of the ashes. I know in my heart that if my story got out there it would help change so many lives. Make people who feel invisible heard. Make the world a kinder and gentler place. so, sir/madam please sit back and enjoy my life’s story re-told live just for you. I sincerely hope you read this through to the end. I don’t make promises lightly, but can guarantee this, is a story you don’t want to miss out on.

Book Research introduction

IN TODAYS SOCIETY WE ARE FACING A CRISIS THE LIKES WE HAVE NEVER ENCOUNTERED BEFORE. A FULL BREAKDOWN OF THE MENTAL HEALTH SYSTEM. FOR YEARS NOW, THE NHS’s system for mental health is on the brink of collapse. Its run so poorly that hundreds if not thousands of patients are being let down. 5,224 deaths by suicide were reported in 2021 in England and Wales. Men contribute three quarters of all suicide deaths around 4100 in 2021. This is directly due to lack of support services available. Even when men are brave enough to get help 9/10 times they will get ignored. I know because I’ve been in those men’s shoes. I’ve walked miles in their trainers or work boots and even some high heels. I know what they are going through, and I feel as though I am the only one who can help. I want to do this by helping the only way I know how, through writing. Words when repeated linger until a fire light up inside them and igniting for the entire universe to see. Men suffer the most out there. Were seen to be made out as the strong ones who can’t show emotions without being ridiculed. I’m here to set the record straight and say let your emotions out. It could one day save your life.

Book synopsis

My book would focus on the lives of young men and women who suffer with severe psychiatric disorders. The protagonist would be a teenage boy around 18 years old. It would begin as early as eight years old in his childhood. He starts to act strange. Didn’t fully fit in with the other kids due to his intelligence being so misunderstood. The book would follow the boy through years of trauma inflicted on him by CAMHS (Child Adolescent Mental Health Service). However, even though we see him become the villain of his own story we see how he got there. We really delve deep into his psyche and emphasise with him. Trauma after trauma was his childhood. He started smoking at 12 and experimenting with drugs at 13. All because he had clinical depression, and the first treatment isn’t getting to the root cause. It’s not therapy but drugging up children on mind altering chemicals. I would write in detail about every failure the Nhs had caused that boy. Now an adult he lives with arms covered in scars from cutting and tattoos from trying to forget. He was alone for many years. Out there drifting through this endless, torturous universe alone. That was until he found his people. Others like him who would never judge and accepted him into a family he never thought he would have. My book will be sad yet heart-warming as you really get to delve into his psyche. Into why he acts and behaves the way he does. The number one chemical running through his veins is love. Its unconditional and finite with him. Many people who suffer from EUPD like him can relate. “I love you even when I hate you” is a favourite quote of his. It truly represents that no matter how much surface anger boils out on top deep down you’ll always have the warmth of his love. As though it’s the warmth a child feels when its held for the first time. Loved bones and all. My story will mainly focus on his times on inpatient psychiatric institutes. The hundreds of anecdotes and short stories of the abuse you receive in that place is unreal. He has been injured by staff and abused by staff. However, he had no rights and they controlled every aspect of his life. When he ate, how much he ate, when he showered, when he slept even when he just wanted some fresh air on his face. It was a mental prison; the worst kind of prison.

Author biography

My name is Rhys Lennon Hill. I’m 20 years old and live in Preston where I go to university as an English literature and creative writing student. My dream has always been to study English. My main aspiration though is to be a writer. My mother always bragged about how I could write my own name at two . growing up in Ireland they thought I was going to be a genius. I was years ahead in English and slightly in maths. However due to a broken education system I fell through the cracks and when my behaviour increased my grades dropped. I was published at 9 years old in a mini sagas children’s short story book. My lifelong passion is writing. I basically missed out on the first three years of high school. I re-joined a small, private one in year 10 and had two years to teach myself 5 years’ worth of curriculum. My biggest achievement is getting 5 gcses at grade 5. Nobody believed in me. Nobody thought I’d get one gcses let alone 5. To me writing comes as naturally as breathing. I have lived an extraordinary life. Filled with the most insane stories you will ever here. The book will be based off my experiences. However, it will also take into consideration others around me and their experiences too. It’s a collective effort. I know so many lost souls with a story to tell, but unfortunately no one to tell it for them. That’s where I want to see change. I want the truly underprivileged, forgotten members of our society to find their voice. I am an open book, and I will be 100% honest with you. I am not writing this book for self-pity. I’m not writing it out of boredom or anger. And I’m certainly not writing it for the money. I am writing to give thousands of lost souls their voices back. I want my stories to relate to the masses and touch their hearts. If I could even help one person with this type of book then my life’s purpose would have been fulfilled.

From the synopsis you’ve painted a picture of me in your minds. A completely natural thing to do. However, please don’t just judge me off of a manuscript. Get to know me give me a call or send an email. I have so many stories in my head that sometimes it does drive me insane. I have nowhere to focus my energy. If given half the chance I would write this book into one of the biggest literature pieces of modern times. I want to be transparent however, yes I do suffer from mental health disorders. Here are some listed below.

Emotionally unstable personality disorder – 2020 aged 18

Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder ( ADHD) -2014 aged 11

Social and generalised anxiety disorder- 2015 .aged 12

Treatment resistant depression – 2016 aged 13

Self harm started 2014 ( aged 11)ended 2020 I am 500 days clean today

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ( PTSD) 2014 aged 11

Bulimia- 2010-present aged 8

THESE ILLNESSES DO NOT DEFINE ME!

I DEFINE AND CONQOUR MYSELF…

I have been heavily medicated since I was 13. I was diagnosed with depression at 13 and put on Prozac. All my teenage and adult life so far has been focused on me staying well. I have all these problems going on inside and when mixed with emotions well that’s a recipe for disaster.

Regardless of all the trauma and the hatred mixed with rage, I am coming out on top. I was failed hundreds of times by doctors and other professionals who were supposed to help me. So bad that now when I struggle the farthest person id go to is a professional. Now I have friends, no family. They speak my language and understand me in ways nobody else ever could. We bond over our shared trauma experiences and it’s a beautiful thing.

Final selling point:

If you have made it this far, I applaud and thank you so much for making time to hear my story. All I want is for someone to take a chance on me. I know I could make a bestselling book if given half the chance. Not only a bestseller but a book that makes real impact, changes real lives. I don’t come from much financially and I’m still just a student. However, I just need someone to help me catch the big break I need. So, if you’re interested in helping me get my work published, please get in contact by any means. Help me make a difference and enact real change on a failing and flawed system. I can finally say that thanks to help from friends and having hobbies like writing I am now officially in recovery. Something I never thought possible. But it is possible, and I can help others too. Thank you very much for reading.

#bpd quotes #bpd shit #bpd feels #bpd meme #actually borderline #actually bpd #eupdawareness #eupd recovery #eupd #adult adhd #bulimia #anxeity #john christopher depp ii

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kagejima · 2 years

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I love writing but I struggle to have the energy to write consistently, I struggle to post consistently and sometimes go months without posting. So I understand that interactions etc drop during these times. I get really frustrated however when people go through my masterlists and like every. Single. Piece. I have literally ever written… and don’t reblog anything. It makes me anxious that they think my writing wasn’t good enough or worth being shared? (This happens at least a couple times a week) I have been on this app, posting my writing for over 2 years and yet i’ve never had a piece of writing take off. I have one piece that has over 500 notes… everything else barely breaches 300… this may sound crazy but I can’t help but feel unmotivated to post, unmotivated to write even when I have the energy, it makes me very sad and this is mainly because people don’t reblog anymore. I just don’t feel good enough and have considered deactivating my blog multiple times.

I just wanna say thank you for this event, I really needed a rant. I often feel that i’m being ungrateful when I think stuff like this so its nice to have a space to put these thoughts, but i just want to emphasise that I love my moots and the support they provide, its just frustrating.💛

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ejunkiet · 2 years

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Exchanging letters for the moments prompts??? Sam Collins PLEASE

>:3 this fit in perfectly with an idea I had to explore the early days of their relationship, those months between Sam healing Darlin' and David getting involved... <3

this will have three parts!!

redacted asmr: sam/darlin, rated teen.

READ ON AO3

A series of conversations between a vampire and a lone wolf.

"Just checking in, Darlin'. From the sound of your snark, you're feeling better."

nightcall

After that first night, he checks in.

It's a missed call notification, at first. Sam Collins. More formal than the usual entries in their contact list, but just using his first name and nothing else had seemed - too familiar. Too much, for a softly spoken vampire met on the outskirts of Solaire territory.

Sam Collins hadn't left a voicemail. Hadn't left anything else but his name in their call history, and they think about that, as they stare down their phone like it's a timed explosive, sitting on a bloodsoaked sofa in their tiny shoebox of an apartment.

The detonation never comes; he doesn't call back. Not that evening, or anytime the next day either - and it's late the following night when their curiosity gets the better of them and they shoot him a text.

D: YOU CALLED?

A moment later, their phone buzzes, the screen flashing with an incoming call. SAM COLLINS.

Biting down on their lip, they flip open the phone and answer.

"Can't text? You're not old enough for technology to have escaped you yet."

There's a pause as he processes that, before he laughs, the sound of it soft and rolling down the line.

"Just checking in, Darlin'. By the sound of your snark, you're feeling better."

Checking… in. It's been a long time since anyone had cared enough to do that.

It’s not what they were expecting when they picked up the phone, and they’re not sure how to take it. The silence drags on for a beat, before they realise he's waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. Thanks to you."

There's a sharpness to their tone that they don't expect, necessarily, but they can't quite hold back. They don't like being beholden to people. Especially not people they barely knew. But - it's different with him. He's a bleeding heart, and actually cares, for better or for worse.

Knowing them, it's probably for the worse.

Still, they let out a breath and try again. "I appreciate it. You didn't have to."

He hums, deep and low, considering that. They don’t know him well enough to know what that means. Instead of trying to figure it out, they picture him, how he might look on the other side of the line. The strong features, the ever-present stubble that lines his jaw. His bright eyes, gleaming silver in the moonlight.

His voice is low when he speaks again, emphasising the softness of his southern drawl. "I know. I wanted to."

Their breath catches, their fingers tightening on the flimsy plastic of the cheap burner phone they’d picked up for use in Dahlia. That wasn’t the response they were expecting. Shit.

They don’t know what he means by that. They can’t gauge his motivations, not through a call like this, and that uncertainty doesn’t sit well with them - stirs up old, deep-seated anxieties they try to keep suppressed most of the time. They don’t do well with - care.

He breaks the silence that falls between them again by clearing his throat. When he speaks again, his voice is steady and even, all business. "Those ribs. No lingering soreness? I think I got most of the bruising."

They release the breath they’ve been holding. This is more familiar territory. They can handle that.

"You did." With the tiredness that came with the healing, it was the best night sleep they've had in months, and they're feeling - good. A damn sight better than they had the day before. "It's mostly just colour now. No pain. A little tenderness, but that's normal."

He hesitates, and they chew on their lower lip again, a nervous habit they haven't been able to break. "You've broken ribs before." He doesn't sound surprised.

They almost laugh at that. Of course they have. They've broken their collarbone, too. The immediate recovery after that night with Quinn had taken a while, and more than one session with a healer, both in Dahlia and Washington. They're intimately familiar with the finer details of their own recovery.

But they don't say any of that. "I'm a wolf, cowboy. We play rough."

He laughs at the nickname, soft and surprised. His voice is wry when he speaks again. "Cowboy, huh? I've not heard that one before."

There's another smart comment, ready and waiting on their tongue, when they’re interrupted by a loud knock from his side of the line. He mutters a soft curse, apologising -”sorry, darlin”- before pulling away. There’s a shuffle of clothing and a quiet murmured conversation, muffled, as if he's pressed the phone to his chest to block the sound.

A long moment passes before his voice comes down the line again, his tone resigned. "I've got to go, Darlin. Let me know if anything changes.” He pauses for a brief moment, before reiterating, his soft voice serious. “And I mean anything."

His meaning is clear - he’s not just talking about the healing, he’s talking about the hunt. Their hunt. The reminder hardens something in them, the part of them sharpened by time and the memories of what had happened, and they glance at the clock, realising just how much time has passed. They’ve been talking to him too long. Shit.

"I'll keep you in the loop," they say, before ending the call. They don’t think about how they mean it; all they think about is the handful of hours they have left before sunrise, and how they need to make the most of it.

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #sam/darlin #the product of several days thinking about these TWO #enjoy the slow burn <3 #ej writes redacted

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babylonhockey · 3 years

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always your little girl ✿♡

pairing: bucky barnes x daughter!reader

warning/notes: female pronouns, fluff, slight angst, strong father/daughter relationship, slightly proof-read

summary: bucky can’t help but worry about his little girl when she ventures on her first mission

prompts/request: 'i’ll always be your little girl, even when i’m across the state studying or i’m in a different country fighting aliens’

word count: 769

MASTERLIST

“Please Dad, I swear to you, i’ll be fine!” you stomp like a child in frustration, throwing various fabrics and materials of clothing into your wide suitcases. That was enough to scare Bucky. Why on earth would you possibly need such big suitcases?

Why were you leaving him?

Your father was incredible, of course you knew that. But. There was always a but. He just had a problem with letting go. All you have ever wanted was to be free. Utterly and truly free. Of course you knew your Dad had your best interest at heart, but you were finally an adult for gods sake.

Your father had an incredible relationship with you. You truly do respect and love your dad, he’s the best! All you’re asking for is just a little bit of...freedom.

As you had finally approached with an offer to participate in a serious mission, you were understandably over the moon. And determined. You had never been more passionate and determined about any in your entire life. You wanted this, so bad. Not matter how ‘dangerous’. That’s the kind of person you were.

Bucky ran his hands on his flustered face, shaking his head while groaning.

“Honey, it isn’t you i’m worried about it’s everyone else. I know how powerful you are, I do. You’re the greatest girl in the world, you’re my girl. God knows what those things will do to you” He sighed in desperation, his wide eyes silently pleading with you, please don’t leave.

You pause your frantic movements, turning around slowly to face the only person you’ve only ever truly adored. Except it wasn’t him. He looking into your pleading orbs with joy, happiness and love. Instead, he stared deeply into you, almost straight through you, with nothing but guilt, desperation and sadness.

Dropping your two suitcases, you march towards your father with purpose, striding to give him a piece of your mind. You’re an adult now! It’s time you started following your own life path. Time to leave the nest.

Bucky’s gaze shifted to the wooden planks below him, his uneasy and overwhelmed demeanour apparent as you continue to make your way over to his figure, slouched in defeat. He looked disappointed, not even at you but himself. For potentially pushing his daughter away, making her leave. Making her want to leave. Of course that was far from the truth, however, his ‘father instincts’ told him otherwise. They were in-fact wrong majority of the time.

You approach Bucky face to face, attempting to catch his gaze while sympathetically sighing.

“Dad...” you mumble. He catches your glance with slight teary eyes, looking away almost instantaneously in embarrassment. He made sure to catch himself before they could fall.

“I’m not leaving you” you begin as you make sure to emphasise the word, ‘leaving’. “I’m doing what you do, what Uncle Steve does, what you all do. Just because i’m your daughter doesn’t make me any more fragile than the rest of you. I want this Dad, please let me do this” you plead with desperation evident in your eyes as you begin fiddling with your hands, awaiting his response.

Silence fills the room. The constant back and forth bickering has ceased. The conversation has become genuine and more serious than every. The two of you have never gotten this far into the ‘hypothetical’ mission conversation.

Closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly, Bucky sighs before grabbing hold of your hands into his own.

You look down uneasily at your joint hands, was this him finally saying no for good?

“Look,” his eyes had finally met yours, he searched your face for any signs of regret, mentally pleading for you to wrap your arms around him and say how you had changed your mind. He knew that was just selfishly unrealistic.

“You’re my little girl, I honestly don’t know what I would possibly do without you, Y/N. But I love you with my whole heart,” he paused, holding his breath as he procrastinated.

“But, if this is what you truly want, then-”

“Dad!” you interrupted smirking slightly at his sentimentalism. “I’ll always be your little girl, even when i’m across the state studying or i’m in a different country fighting aliens”

He chuckled, throwing his head back and inhaling deeply. Acceptance. Finally.

Pulling you into a tight embrace before kissing your forehead, he whispered into your hair, “I always knew you’d be a hard-ass from the day that I first saw you”

You giggle and tease back, ”Oh yeah? I wonder who’d of given me that trait”.

“I love you kiddo” he sighed.

i hope you all enjoyed <33

i’ve never written for bucky before, so apologises for the bland and short fic...it was super out of my area but i’m so excited to write for him more often. :]

lmk if you guys would like more bucky/sebastian content

requests are open!

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