#I remember watching death not with my sister in parts on YouTube
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Hihihi
I read the request you wrote for lucifer, and it made me so happy!!!!
And, I do have one more request, could you maybe generally write for the hazbin group finding out the readers cause of death being from a roller coaster, and them not knowing who they are? (Could it maybe be a song fic using the ballad of Jane doe?)
Or
A platonic angel dust fic with the reader talking(singing) about their previous family and / or life? Along with them breaking down at the end, with a small bit of comfort from angel dust? (Dead mom from beetle juice)
You can choose either or, it doesn't really matter to me :)
With love,
-Xin 💙
Good evening my dear! So glad to have you sending in another request,
I AM A MAJOR RIDE THE CYCLONE FAN, I FORCED MY BEST FRIEND TO WATCH IT WITH ME AND GOT EM' HOOKED ON IT, I WATCHED IT AS I WROTE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CRIED IT IS A GREAT MUSICAL, I GREATLY RECOMMEND IT, IT'S ALLEGEDLY ON YOUTUBE
Reader much like Jane Doe is going to be a doll, I like to call this, reader having a lil existential crisis during a trust exercise turned life stories sharing time.
Also I'll tag you like I did last time! @fuck-this-shit-xin
The fallen saint
People who live in the hazbin hotel x gn reader
Warnings!
Death, decapitation, dolls, I am still terrified of dolls why did I add them? I don't know, accidentally implied underage drinking but the reader isn't underage, reader and Angel are very loosely implied to be besties because yes
Ballad of Jane doe
You came to the hotel confused and scared, you found a flyer that advertised and you thought that it'd be better then the chaos in the other parts of hell.
You didn't remember much about your life, just that you died from a rollercoaster accident with your friends? Classmates? Family? You didn't remember,
The last thing you remember was someone clutching your hand saying something that was muffled over the screams before a sharp piece of metal sliced your throat and you saw the sky.
Sometimes you get glimpses of life before, school uniforms, arcades, lights, someone saying a muffled name, holding you, smiling at you.
Who were they? A friend? Family?
You wish you knew.
Charlie was the most sympathetic to your situation, embracing you with open arms into the hotel, imagine not knowing who you were? Well you didn't have to imagine.
You were practically a clean slate, perfect for redemption no matter what you did in the past, because you weren't that person anymore.
Charlie had organized a trust exercise that had pinwheeled into mild drunken shenanigans venting about life and how they lived before they died, Husk had revealed that he apparently had a child somewhere that caused a small commotion of "YOU HAD A WHAT-" and that turned into Sir Pentious saying he missed his son,
Niffty brought up some guy she was obsessed with while alive that may or may not have died it wasn't clear, Vaggie revealed small, very small parts about her life in heaven and being an exorcist, Angel dust brought up his family that was in hell and his twin sister Molly who was the only one to go above, and even Alastor was in the conversation talking about his mother and what a wonderful mother she was.
And then it came to you, cradling a alcoholic beverage.
"I wish I knew what my life was like, like What did I do end up down here? I mean I know I died because of a rollercoaster but I don't think that was a sin." You said your fingers circling your glass, Angel dust patting your shoulder in support.
"I'm sure it wasn't anything that bad"
"You probably set orphanages on fire, I can see you doing that" Niffty chimed in staring into your soul
"Niffty what the hell."
You took a breath as music began to play, one of the things you don't expect in death is that everything becomes a musical.
"Some might say we're release, pushing daisies, deceased,"
You place the glass you were holding onto the table in front of you before standing up from the couch you wrapped your arms around yourself.
"But we all know the worms must be fed,"
"And They're singing." Husk muttered taking a swig of his drink as he was told to hush.
"There's just one lingering fear, Oh my soul, is it here?"
It was a silly question but was it? Most Hellborn supposedly didn't have souls but they were still alive in someway, was it the same case with you? Is that why you couldn't remember? Was your soul back on earth where you perished?
You let one of your hands drift up to your neck, feeling the thread stitching that kept your head attached to your neck, it was slightly lighter then the rest of your body, reminiscent of a dolls.
"Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?"
The people you mostly considered friends [Alastor was on a thin line of friend or weird smiley guy that lived in the hotel] watched you pace around.
"Oh my soul"
Who were you?
"Oh my soul"
What did you do? What didn't you do?
''Oh my soul''
What regrets did you have? Did you live life to the fullest? Who did you love, who did you cherish? Did you have friends? Family? Who were they?
"Oh my soul''
"Ooh...Ooh...Ahh...Ahh... ah''
You missed people you didn't even remember,
Were you loved? Hated?
Did someone miss you? Who did you die with? What did you do to end up here? Did you kill someone? Did you set an orphanage on fire like Niffty suggested?
The people that appeared in your dreams, who's faces were blurred, that would disappear when you tried to reach out to them, were they real or were they just from your dreaming state?
"Oh no soul, and no name"
Everyone had come up with their own nickname for you, typically something related to dolls like doll, Dollface, Dolly, Raggedy Ann, Raggedy Andy or Chucky etc
That last one was from Husk.
you didn't mind it but you desperately wanted to know what your name was, did you get to choose it? Or was it given to you? Did you like it? Did you want to change it? Did you go by a nickname instead? Was it long? Was it short? Was it fancy or simple? Were you named after someone? Oh how you desperately wished to know.
"And no story, what a shame.."
Was your life exciting? Dull? Did you wish for something more?
"Cruel existence was only a sham?"
Dying in a rollercoaster accident was odd, insane and tragic, you showed up in hell with a uniform, were you a student? Did you attend some weird uniform requiring college? You died with others you knew them didn't you? Did you die with strangers or did you die with people you knew?
Tears swelled in your glassy, shiny doll-like eyes
"Oh Saint Peter, let me in!"
Charlie and Vaggie shared a look, recalling the whole welcome to heaven thing and him straight up moaning in song.
"You must know where I've been, Won't you tell me at last who I am?"
You could bare it, being in hell, it was horrible because it was hell but everyone else knew who they were, somewhat, they had a name that they chose or got, they had some semblemblance of an identity,
So why didn't you?
"Who I am,"
It wasn't fair, it really wasn't
"Who I am"
Everyone in the room knew who they were, they remembered their lives or in Charlie's case her life so far.
"Who I am"
You didn't ask for much, you helped out at the hotel, you gleefully participated in the exercises, you were a decent person, at least now you were if you weren't before.
"Who I am"
Would you get your memories back if you went to heaven?
"Ooh...Ooh...Ahh...Ahh... ah"
Or would you completely lose your memories again, would you have to start all over again?
You didn't want to forget the folks in the hazbin hotel, they were your friends right?
Right?
It'd be one thing if you lost your memories here but it'd be just cruel if you lost them again, you didn't want to lose them again you desperately clung to the glimpses you got of the past, you needed to keep the memories of the present.
"And from the ground, beneath my feet, I hear the anguish of the street"
You glanced outside the window, people were doing whatever they did, someone was actively getting stabbed they probably remembered who they were.
"A choir never complete"
Something flashed in your head
You died in a choir, you were apart of a choir,
You were apart of something, you sung with them, were you all close? Were you like family?
Where were they? Would they recognize you if they saw you now?
Would they? Would you recognize them? Would all your memories come rushing back in an instant like in the movies?
"And like an old forgotten tune, a song that no one knows..."
A appeared in your arms, a doll that had been gifted to you by Angel dust for a day they had dubbed your birthday, they threw you a party and everything, confetti, balloons, cake, you got a few gifts that you treasured, from Charlie, sir Pentious, hell even Alastor gave you a weird doodle of you that laid with the other gifts.
You held it close to you.
"Forgot how it goes, just John, Jane and me"
You didn't name the doll John or Jane, you didn't know a John or a Jane, or maybe you did? Anyways you carried it around with you, finding it as a source of comfort for when your friends weren't nearby
"Forever eternally, Doll Doe"
You hugged the doll tighter as a tear slipped slid down your doll-like face,
You were angry, what had you done to deserve this? You should at least know what condemned you here? What sin was so bad to warrant this?
"And I'm askin' why lord,"
The effects kicked in as the room went darker as your voice raised, desperation, confusion.
"If this is how I die, lord"
Why couldn't you have a normal death at least! Did anyone even find your head? Was it eaten by animals? Did it hit some poor person trying to have a fun day at the amusement park?
"Why be left with no family"
The hotel residents began to develop a found family relationship, and you were apart of it, you loved it but, what was your family from before like? Did you even have one?
"And no friends?"
Assuming no one you knew had fallen down below, you didn't die alone but you came alone while the others had ascended to above.
"Ooh."
Background vocals came in out of nowhere lowkey freaking out some of your friends, Vaggie had already gotten her spear ready to Incase, of something maybe if the voices decided to attack
"I've got no celebration, just this consolation,"
Did you even have a funeral? Was it closed casket? Who attended?
"Time eats all his children, In the end"
You had questions and you wanted answers.
"Ahhh..."
Freaky disembodied background vocals
"A melody floats through the air, when silence falls, does no one care?"
You were human once, you didn't care what genre your life fell into, comedy, horror, tragedy, thriller, if you played the role of a villain or a hero, a funny side character, you just wanted to know
"Does anyone care?"
Where were the background vocals coming from, they were freaky.
"Another sad, forgotten tune"
Your story laid forgotten, abandoned on some bookshelf like a book a teenager brought thinking they'd like it but they couldn't even make it past the first page so it lays, rotting away.
"Another song that no one knows"
You wanted to go back, you wanted to live your life again, you didn't know what it entailed but you would do anything, make a deal, throw whatever afterlife you had away.
"So that's how it goes!''
No, you would keep the afterlife you were given, you cherished the memories you've made here.
"Just John, Jane and me"
Your life was cut short wasn't it? What didn't you get to experience, what didn't your choir experience?
Why did you all have to die that day? Why did the rollercoaster have to derail, why didn't they check it?
"Forever eternally, Dollface Doe"
"And she's asking why, lord?"
The disembodied voices were in all honesty a nice touch to the song, still freaky though especially since was now dolls scattered around the area, is that where the voices were coming from?
"Why, oh why, oh why, oh why...?"
Why?
You were the one who convinced your choir to go on the rollercoaster, you begged them offering to buy them snacks after,
They agreed, you didn't know.
Was that the thing that condemned you here??
"This is no way to die, lord!"
At least getting decapitated by a rollercoaster made for a good conversation starter, probably.
"No one to sing, no one to sigh"
You only got glimpses, sometimes a nostalgic feeling for something you couldn't remember no matter how desperately you wanted too.
"Now that all is said and done"
Life had ended, afterlife had only begun,
You couldn't go back, no matter what you did, even if you sold your soul, a soul you weren't sure you even had anymore.
"Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am?"
You were turned away from your friends, you didn't want to see the pitying face some of them probably had.
"No singing songs of celebration''
Were you someone who liked to party? A homebody? Were you a sweetheart? Did people say you had a heart of stone,
"Just this sorry speculation"
You could try and force yourself to remember but in the best case scenario you could get a glimpse and a headache, and the worse case you'd be left clutching your doll trying to comfort yourself with a horrible headache.
"Like John and Jane I'll be eternally"
Maybe you should give up on trying to figure out who you were, try to forget that you ever lived before this.
"A forgotten name, some lost refrain"
If anything, you didn't have to have your memories back completely, if you could just remember your name.
"Just 'Doll' "
You closed your eyes, clutching the doll.
"Dolly..."
The freaky dolls that appeared sneaked close, Vaggie stabbed one like a doll kabob
"Doe!"
You twirled and landed back in your seat, you leaned to the table to grab your drink again, intending to down it as the dolls finished your lament.
"A melody floats through the air, when silence falls, does no one care?"
The room began to lighten back up again as the creepy little dolls poofed away one by one, including the kabobbed one.
"Doll Doe."
You got a hug from a tearful Charlie and a two handed headpat from Angel since he couldn't really do anything else since you were trapped in Charlie's hug.
Charlie would later note that it was a successful trust exercise since everyone including you had opened up a little bit, you felt relieved to get that lament of yours off your chest, it didn't change much but breaking out in song was oddly therapeutic, you guessed that's why others did it so often!
Would you ever regain your memories? You didn't know, but for now you would try to remember anything from your past while making new memories with your friends at the Hazbin hotel.
Good evening folks! thank you for tuning on in, this has gotta be one of my favorite songfics to write to date, AGAIN I REALLY RECOMMEND RIDE THE CYCLONE, thank you for tuning in I hope you enjoyed! Goodnight folks!
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Ghostly Visit (Gus Halper! Mischa Bachinski x Sister! Reader)
After the Cyclone incident, you get a visit from someone very familiar…warnings: angst, mentions of death
words: 1369
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The nightmares started after that fateful Monday. Waking up in a cold sweat wasn't the worst of it. However, it was the restless nights I spent alone in the cold dingy basement.
There used to be two people down here. Making the best out of a terrible situation. My adopted "parents" hated my brother and I. Despised us even. All because of our mom faking our ages. They didn't get the young children they wanted, but two rage and passion-filled Ukrainian twins.
The screeching of the rollercoaster was still in my ear. Watching the choir members fly off of the rollercoaster and falling to their impending dooms. A part of me feels glad I refused to get on the rollercoaster. But guilty my brother did.
I remember watching his body fly out of the rollercoaster and hit the concrete below. The screams of fair goers. The sickening crack each kid made after falling. It makes me want to-
I shot up from my sleep and ran to the tiny bathroom, vomiting my guts out in the toilet. Coughing a bit, I sat next to the it, sobbing my eyes out quietly. It wasn't fair. Why did he have to die? It should've been me. I should've went on the rollercoaster. I should've...
"Cестра (sister)?" A voice moved past my ears. "The hell..." I mutter, weakly standing on my feet.
"Do not freak out. It's me!" 'Is that...it can't be. Mischa's dead. Get it together, Y/n. You're being paranoid again.'
"Cе��тра?" The voice called out again, this time taking the shape of a boy. But sort of like a ghost. He was wearing a white button up with a sweater vest. I looked closely and noticed the St. Cassian's Chamber school logo.
"M-Mischa?" I asked, sniffling. "Who else would it be?" He asked, looking at me like I was dumb.
"W-wait...how is this...how is this happening?!" I almost yell, picking up the plunger near me as a weapon, my accent thickening."Really? You are going to fight me with a...." "Plunger!" I whisper-yell. "Right...a plunger? It wouldn't work. I'm a...ghost?"
Yep. That was Mischa alright. "Wait how are you even here right now? Talking to me? In our..."room"? Aren't you dead?" I asked him. "Yes! I am still dead. But a lot has happened. We met some fortune teller. And he knew you were my sister! I do not know how, but he did." I slowly nodded, hoping he would continue telling me this weird story.
"But now I guess...we're choosing someone to come back to life." He got quieter by the last part, but I heard him loud and clear. "Come back to life?! Mischa, that's so cool! Not to be biased or anything, but I think you should. You deserve it the most."
"And go back to that hellhole with our so-called "parents"? No thanks. I'd rather stay dead." My heart dropped at his sudden cold rage. "Mischa- what about Talia?" He stared at me and his face softened. "Talia...my divine Talia...I do not want to leave her, but I don't want the life I've had before."
"Mischa please! I can't keep doing this by myself! They hate me even more since the accident. Please..." I got choked up and was hiccuping over every little word at this point. "Y/n..." "I don't want to live anymore. Not if you aren't there! So PLEASE!" My voice broke and I began to sob quietly.
"соняшник (sunflower), listen to me. I need to do what's best for me. I'm fine with the 18 years I've spent with you. You need to find somewhere else to go. You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love. Like how my shawty, Talia, and I do." I laughed a little at this comment.
"I truly love you. You were my best friend. My partner in crime. The only other person to leave me mostly positive reviews on my YouTube comment wall. I love you." Tears flowed from my eyes and fell onto my cheeks.
Little sparkles began to form it's way around my twin. "Mischa, what's happening?" I asked, concerned. "Ocean chose someone to live..." I almost jumped up, but contained myself. "And we're all passing onto the afterlife. Except for...I hear her name is Penny." He says. "Penny Lamb? Isn't that the one girl with the brother named Ezra?" I asked confused. "If that is who she is, then yes."
He sniffled a little. "Well this is the last time I think I will see you." A bittersweet smile came onto both of our faces. "I'll miss you, Mi." I said, my vision getting blurred from the tears. "You too, Y/n/n."
"Wait! Mischa, before you go...can you sing me that nursery rhyme that you sang to me all the time when we were younger? The one mom sang before she...died?" He looked down on me and nodded slightly, leaning towards me, giving some ghostly hug and he began to sing.
"Зірко, зірко, мерехти,
Недосяжна в небі mu!
(Star, star, twinkle,
You are faraway in heaven!)
Сяєш ніжно ти мені,
Мов ��оштовність у пітьмі!
(You shine tenderly for me,
Like a jewel in the dark!)
Зірко, зірко, мерехти,
Недосяжна в небі ти!
(Star, star, twinkle,
You are faraway in heaven!)
Щойно сонечко зайде,
Темрява накриє все.
(As soon as the sun goes down,
Darkness will cover everything.)
Зірко, в небі запалай!
Сон, малят оберігай!
(Star, light up in the sky!
Sleep, baby, beware!)
Зірко, зірко, мерехти,
Недосяжна в небі ти!
(Star, star, twinkle,
You are faraway in heaven!)
He began to sing again, but it sounded more faded, before no sound came at all. I began to doze off and eventually fell asleep under my dingy, thin sheet.
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The next time I opened my eyes, it was time for me to go to school. I put on my uniform and did my hair in a decent way, to not make it look like I was just visited by my ghost brother. Before I walk up the basement stairs, something glimmers out of the corner of my eye.
Mischa's fake gold chain he won from some arcade. I take it quickly and put it on, fixing it up a little bit. Using my phone, I pull up my camera and check myself in the reflection.
"Perfect." I breathe out, running up the stairs and gently opening the door, my "father" unlocking it a few minutes ago.
I make my way out the front door and get to school, a memorial standing in the front. Seeing the choir's faces fill my heart with a pang of guilt.
"Um, excuse me?" A girl's voice spoke up. I turn and see a girl around my height with short black hair, freckles, and the brightest green eyes. "Yes?" "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Penny. Penny Lamb." She holds her hand out for me to shake.
I slowly took her hand, wondering if I was dreaming. "I think you're Mischa's sister, Y/n? You guys look alike." She says fascinated and touching my (h/l), (h/c) hair. "You okay, Penny?" I asked. "Yeah! Actually...no. It's been a week since...ya know, and I wanted to know more about the kids that died. And since you're Mischa's sister, I was wondering if...you could...tell me about him." She asked. "Penny-" "Or don't! You don't have to!" "Penny-" "Forgive me if that was offensive, I know you're planning a funeral and everything-"
"Penny!" I shouted, some kids looking at me weirdly. "It's okay. I would love to tell you about Mischa. I can tell you about some of the other choir kids too like Ocean and Ricky." Her face shows one of shock, but excitement. "Okay! How about we get a coffee or something. At the Blackwood café this afternoon?" She asked.
"I'll see you there." I smile, watching her smile back and run into school. And Mischa's words came into mind:
"You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love."
Maybe that just might be Penny.
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Into The Looking Glass - Part One || Doctor Strange x Reader.
Word count: 3.6K
Brief Summary: Ever since a new relic has been brought into the Sanctum, Stephen get haunted by the same dreams everynight, until he found himself talking to the reflection in the mirror.
Warning: First half is in Stephen's POV.
Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else.A/N: Inspired by JT's Mirror, I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry and Short K-Film on youtube (I forgot the name but I remembered watching it). This is a Two Part mini series. Also I haven't forgotten about Can't love you in the Dark... I'm still working on it.
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"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in it's place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…"
I arose from my waking dream with beads of sweat clinging to my body. In an effort to regain my breath, I let out a forceful exhalation. It is always that song, accompanied by that sweet voice that seems to entice me to wake up in the middle of the night. I already have the lyrics seared into my memory, since it's always that same line, over and over. I tried searching for the song on Google countless times, but the search engine didn't turn up any results.
After I had collected myself, I swung his legs over the side of the bed. I had no intention of returning to sleep while the adrenaline was still pumping through my veins.
As I stood up and moved to my dresser to retrieve a shirt, the creaking sound of the wooden floor followed my footsteps. It would serve me better to have just one glass of whisky to dull my senses and put me right back to sleep.
I plop down on my favourite armchair in front of the massive anomaly rue window on the third floor, a spell book in hand to read while I allow time to pass me by. Sirens wail past the street, flashing red and blue against my complexion. It was a cold night and yet the sky was shy of giving snow. In the winter, my grief over the death of my sister resurfaces, making the season almost unbearable to go through.
The whiskey seemed to have done its job, despite fighting it, I felt myself nodding off to sleep.
"Stephen…" A tender voice, like a harmony of angels called my name, "Stephen Strange…"
Being half awake, I looked around the room with bloodshot eyes, dubious whether I was dreaming again or not. I pinched myself hard, "Ow!" Okay, I wasn't dreaming.
"Over here, Stephen." The sweet voice beckoned me again and decided to eagerly continue to follow the female voice even though I was uncertain of where it was coming from, "Over here.."
I stumbled around the dark and stubbed my two, once or twice. But I kept following the voice, the more I got closer, the more it sounded like it was speaking right next to me, it spoke my name for the last time in a whisper, "Stephen~" And I found myself in front of the large mirror almost as tall as I am, hanging on the wall with ebony black frames.
All became so quiet that I could hear my own breathing synchronising with the ticking of the clock, I could hear the ominous creaking of the wooden frames as they adjusted to the changes in temperature. I felt a pinch in his heart the moment I realised that my reflection in the mirror was missing.
"What the hell– Oh I'm definitely dreaming right now." I shut and opened his eyes multiple times expecting my reflection to be there, "Wake up Stephen, Come on, wake up!" I smacked my cheeks repeatedly.
"You can't wake up when you're already awake, silly." A feminine voice giggles, causing me to turn around to find no one there, "In the mirror– always looking into the wrong places."
I followed the instructions of the voice and found a female in the mirror instead of my own reflection, "Who– What are you?" I furrowed my brows cautiously coming closer and as I did, so did she, and I stepped back.
"I'm your future daughter, obviously from the future." She answered my question openly, her voice sounded clear yet muffled by glass, she probably noticed that pulled a face of doubt, she sighed, "Of course you don't believe me,"
"I'm talking to a reflection inside an ancient artefact that was brought in a few weeks ago, what do you expect?" I paused, posing a secured stance, in case she attacks, "For all I know you could be evil."
She laughed at me, "Where has your attention to detail gone? Look closely, Dad. I am doing exactly what you're doing, I am nothing but a reflection. I can't hurt anyone, I'm not going to jump out of here and strangle you."
"That is oddly specific but I'll ignore it." I said and then waved my hand to test whether she was telling the truth and then made a couple of stupid moves.
"Stop that, we look like a dumbass." She said in a dead-pan voice.
I stopped, "Alright, fine. But the daughter thing, I find that very hard to believe." I crossed my arms, and so did she, "Tell me something only the people close to me would know."
"You have a third eye."
"What's my pet peeve?"
"People misinterpreting our last name for the actual word– it's my pet peeve too."
I tapped my chin, she was getting all the answers correct but I wasn’t satisfied yets, "Tell me my favourite magic spell."
"You create magical clones of your body to fight for you when things get a bit rough." She sighed, "What more evidence do you need?"
I frowned when she got that question right once again, "If you really are from the future, tell me something that will happen with the exact date and exact time."
"Later today, December 22, 2025, at about 8:20pm the first snow will finally fall and I also know that you find that barista at Stan's Coffee, cute. Do you need help getting a date with her?" She asked and I immediately felt embarrassed that she spoke of the truth, so I tried to play it cool.
"I don't have time for dates–"
"Oh Dad, get your head out of the gutter. You can't fool me." The girl rolled her eyes at me, "Plus, I think you should ask her out on a date when the first snow falls, it'll be romantic!"
"Is she going to be your Mom?" I squinted my eyes, I could already smell what she was up to.
"I'm not telling you." She pressed her lips tightly together, "So do you want to get her number or not? I'll tell you how."
I hummed as I thought about it, "Fine, how?"
"Yes!" She cheered and I imagined her pumping her fists in the air in my head, "You're a regular there so I'm assuming you guys have had small talk every now and then, correct?"
"Correct."
"Alright, next time you buy coffee, ask her what her preferences are… say 'So, Coffee, Tea, or maybe a date with me?' and just be yourself!" She advised me and I couldn’t help but snort out into a laugh at how cringey that sounded.
"I am not going to say that to her." I shook my head.
"I already know what's going to happen and if you go about your traditional ways, you're going to blow it." Her voice became monotone and her facial expressions dead-pan, "Just trust me. It's going to work."
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America carried the paper bag filled with groceries close to her body whilst walking beside me. She practically begged me to walk home instead of using a portal. None of us spoke with one another because I was too occupied thinking about what the reflection told me and I could guess that America was busy thinking about the delicious roast pork that I said I was going to cook when we got home.
As we were passing by Stan's Coffee by the corner and then I saw her, the barista whom I was taking interest in, "Want to grab some coffee?" I asked America out of the blue and she didn't even think twice to nod yes.
"But won't we be late for dinner?" She followed my direction and entered through the automatic doors.
"Nah."
My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the enticing scent of the roasted coffee. The atmosphere was filled with a smell that was intense while still being warm and welcoming, and it caused my taste buds to ache for the dark and smooth coffee that I craved. I approached the counter and with my luck, she was the first to approach and serve me.
"Good Afternoon guys, what can I get for you?" She asked in a bubbly tone, she was always so welcoming and kind towards the customers. I thought she was a ball of sunshine and that's why I found her cute.
"Can I please get an americano and a butterscotch latté?" I ordered while gazing up at the menu overhead.
"I'm going to find a seat." America mumbled at me and carried the groceries with her towards the nearest table.
"Is that all for today?" She smiled and looked up at me. In the back of my mind, the words of the reflection who claims to be my daughter in the future echoed in my mind.
"Actually, I have a question.." I trailed off and the woman's brows quirked up.
"Yeah sure, I'll try my best to answer it."
"I want to know whether you prefer Tea, Coffee… or possibly a date with me?" I eased in with the last choice since I wasn't sure if she was going to take it well.
She dropped her head as she exhaled a small chuckle, "Wow, I wasn't expecting that at all." She hid her smile behind her hand.
I laughed along with her, feeling pretty anxious internally, "So what’s your preference?"
She nodded slowly, unable to hold back a giggle as she grabbed a post-it note from her pocket and wrote her number before handing it over to me, "I finish at seven, let’s have dinner. Stephen right? I’ll bring the beverages to you when it’s ready."
My smile grew wider into a toothy grin as I took the piece of paper from her, "Awesome, I'll see you then."
America saw and felt the shift in my aura as I sat down in front of her, "I smell something fishy going on… Why are you smiling from ear to ear?" She squinted her eyes at me because not too long ago I looked too deep into my seasonal depression.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and discreetly shoved the piece of paper in my pocket, “Can’t I be happy for having coffee?”
“Do you really expect me to believe that?” She leaned in from across the table, “You, Doctor Strange? Smiling like a Cheshire cat over coffee? Judgement day must be coming soon.”
The smile disappeared from my face as she was starting to make fun of me, “There, the smile is off. Judgement day postponed.”
America snorted into a short laugh and shook her head, “Lighten up, Stephen. I’m just teasing!”
“Butterscotch latte?” She approached our table with beverages in hand, America’s face lit up at the sight of her favourite drink and raised her hand, “and the americano.” She placed my mug in front of me.
“Thank you.” I looked up at her, making sure to put a smile on my face and she returned it with her own pretty smile.
“I’ll see you later.” She said and walked away to get back to work shyly.
America’s mouth hung agape and slowly turned her head and surprised gaze towards me, “Coffee huh?” She referred back to my lame excuse after finding out the actual reason behind my smile.
“Shut it, just drink your cavity drink.”
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“So… I’m assuming by that big smile on your face that you went on a date with her?” My daughter wiggled her brows, seemingly excited to hear all about what happened tonight.
Late at night, at approximately the same time every night, I find myself talking to the image of my daughter that is reflected in this mirror. I went on a date and got home pretty late because it went really well, better than I expected, only I didn’t kiss her goodbye when I took her home, I felt like it was too early for that.
“Yeah I did, but America wasn’t too pleased since she couldn’t have the roast pork I promised I would cook for her and had pizza for dinner instead.”
She softly laughed, “She’ll get over it. So, tell me all about her, Dad.” She anticipated from the otherside as I tried to formulate words to start with.
“Well. She was shy at first but she eventually came out of her shell. We had a whole debate about whether being short is better than being tall—she was great company, I really had fun. She has this habit of pushing her glasses from the side of the frame, which was very random for me to notice.” I chuckled to myself, I might’ve counted the times she pushed her glasses back since they kept slipping from her small nose.
She didn’t interrupt me once while I was blabbering about my date, instead she kept this soft genuine smile that made me feel like my heart was melting. I stared at her unmoving figure since I wasn’t moving and broke the short silence that fell between us, “How did you know it was going to snow?”
We walked side by side, our shoulders touching every now and then when I moved to make way for other people on the sidewalk, then suddenly, she stopped walking, “Oh my goodness, look.” She pointed to the dark sky as different sized fluff of snow fell from it, “I’ve been waiting for some snow to come, it’s pretty late this year.”
“Huh.” I said to myself and pulled my coat sleeve up slightly to find that the time was 8.20pm, “So she wasn’t lying…”
���Who wasn’t lying?” She gave me a funny look, I wasn’t aware I was speaking my mind.
“Oh one of my friends told me it was going to snow tonight—I didn’t believe her, but it turned out she guessed correctly.” I chuckled and told her a white lie.
“Who do you think? So do you believe me now?” She asked, and by the tone of her voice, she would’ve crossed her arms by now.
I sighed lightly and nodded, “Yeah, I believe you.”
“You should go and see her again soon! I want to know more, please tell me you planned another date together.” She insisted and asked. She’s really keen on me going out to go on dates, making me believe that this woman is really her future mother.
“Slow down, now that I think about it. You haven’t even told me what we named you.”
“Oh– silly me. My name’s Donna.” She told me her name, my smile fading into a frown at the mention of my sister’s name.
“Donna… I named you that?” I asked, looking down.
“Yes.” She answered softly in a low voice, she probably knew about her aunt and knew how sensitive of a topic it is for me
I shook my head, trying not to let my sadness ruin the great night I had, “Anyways. To answer your question, yes, but not straight away, because we have work to do.”
“Really? Where are you planning to take her next?”
“There’s a musical event on the twenty-forth called In The Twilights at the time square, we’re going to watch some new artists together.” I told her the plan and if I wasn’t hallucinating, her facial expressions slightly became flat.
“Don’t go there. Do something else.” She demanded and I scoffed, her sassiness slightly irritated me.
“Why not? She said she’d love to go, so I’m taking her there.” I argued and firmly refused her order.
She sighed frustratedly, “Just promise me you’ll leave the area before 10.30pm, please.” She pleaded and was very adamant about it.
I raised my brows, “Why?”
“Just promise me. If you want to go, go but please. Leave before 6.30pm. Promise me that.” She clenched her jaw as she pleaded, her eyes solidly staring into mine. Her voice felt tense and I nodded and heard her sigh in relief.
“Okay… I promise, but can’t you tell me why? You’re freaking me out a bit.” I admitted, because I was. Was she going to be in danger? Is something bad going to happen? I need to know so I can prepare for it.
“I can’t tell you. L-look, Dad. I gotta go.”
“Wait!” I yelled and before I could say anything else, she faded into nothing. I sighed heavily as I finally saw my own reflection in the mirror.
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I found her from across the street through the crowd, waving at me with her same bubbly energy. She wore a sage scarf in contrast to my red one, I guess we're really bringing in the spirit of Christmas along with us. As soon as the walking man turned green, she walked towards me, until she found herself directly in front of me.
She wore make-up tonight, it wasn't significant but she looked pretty nevertheless.
"Hi. You're looking pretty handsome tonight." She greeted me with a compliment, swaying gently with her hands in her warm pockets.
"Thanks, and you look dazzling." I returned the compliment, getting a giggle out of her.
"Dazzling? I've never been called that before. I like it." Her smile stretched into a toothy grin, "So shall we?" Her eyes pointed at the barricades where they were accepting tickets.
"We shall." I offered her my arm, in which she clung onto and we made our way to fall in line. It took around five minutes to get in and another five to find our allocated seats. Unfortunately because we got these tickets at the last minute, we sat a bit closer towards the back.
We shifted in our seats until we were comfortable and waited for the show to start.
“I can’t believe I’m having a date with the Doctor Strange.” She squealed out of her own excitement and for some reason, I didn’t like the sound of that. I faked a laugh and for the rest of the night, that was the only thing that was weighing on my mind. Was I just turned off by that?
The show had some great musical artists that were just starting out, I’m surprised that not everyone was singing a Christmas song and for that, I am actually thankful or else I would just nod off to sleep.
I looked at my clock, it was almost 10.30pm and I had promised Donna I would leave, but I was thoroughly enjoying my date that I had forgotten until now, "Do you mind if we leave now?" I leaned in and asked.
"Oh, do you have other plans with your friends?" Her smile dropped and I nodded. I could tell that she put on a fake smile when she got up and left the row with me. We were making our leave from the event until I heard her, the voice singing in my dreams.
"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…"
I stopped my tracks, carefully listening and pinched the back of my hands to check if this was another dream. I slowly turned around, and in the big screens, I saw her, Donna, who was claiming herself to be my daughter, was now up the stage singing the song that's been stuck in my head for I don't know how long anymore.
"W-What?" I asked and found myself stuck to the ground. I can't leave. I needed to hear the rest of this song. Her song.
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Your soft angelic voice sang the lyrics that you wrote to the people of New York, your well experienced hands played the piano smoothly, closing your eyes from time to time as you lost yourself into your own melody.
"I know this isn't really a christmas song but, wouldn't it be magical to find yourself or your love in this fine night?" You spoke to the crowd who cheered in agreement before you sang the next lyrics.
"With simple songs I wanted more. Perfection is so quick to bore. You are more beautiful by far. Our flaws are who we really are."
You allowed your voice to have more impact compared to when you started and the way you were now playing the piano matched that energy. As the orchestra slowly eased into the climax of the melody. You took in a giant breath, your voice coming out powerful and perfect.
"I used to hear a simple song. That was until you came along. You took my broken melody. And now I hear a symphony~ Ohhh~"
You drawled your voice three pitches higher, giving everyone in the audience chills and goosebumps. You have captivated everyone with the rawness, fullness and smoothness of your voice.
The completion of the song was like the missing piece Stephen’s been looking for and he found his eyes watering at the godly sight of you. Your voice sounded immaculate but somehow he now felt a bit bitter and annoyed because you lied to him.
"And now I hear a symphony…"
The crowd erupted into a clap as you finished your performance. You stood up and walked towards the middle of the stage, in your white fitted evening dress that shimmered softly against the light, bowing and thanking the crowd for the warm applause. Though you found Stephen staring at you into the crowd, you didn't think too much of him for you haven't met him yet.
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Tell him I love him
Robin Arellano x f!reader
Summary: Y/N, Y/L/N was the first victims of The Grabber. Y/N died with only two wishes, one being that her boyfriend, Robin Arellano would never have to go through this and that he wouldn’t blame himself. And her second wish being that her best friend Finn would never go through this either. Long story short, Robin did end up blaming himself for not being able to protect her… and Finn had been put in the exact same place she had been all those months ago. But at least she got to say goodbye to Finn and pass a message onto Robin…
Warnings: Mentions of death, slight swearing
Side note: Robin does not die in this short story. Also I’m making it so that every past victim is in the room with him, until it’s time for a phone call.
There will be a few time skips because I can only find Robin’s phone call (Will be used as Y/N’s phone call just with a few words changed and some parts will be added) I can’t find the other’s phone calls on YouTube.
I do know that Robin is only 13 or whatever but I had an idea, I’m writing it, so just go with it.
I am a lesbian… but I just watched The Black Phone and I absolutely loved Robin’s character and I know quite a few other people love him so here I am.
“F-Finn.” Y/N choked, crouching down to get a closer look at the boy who had just been thrown into the basement, realizing it was her best friend. “You know him?” Vance asked the younger girl. “Yea… he was my best friend.” Y/N quietly explained, not wanted to believe that one of the two things she hoped would never happen, had now been happening.
“Well… that sucks. At least it’s not that boyfriend you always tell me about.” Vance patted her on the back, trying his best to be nice to the girl who was basically his little sister (I know he’s not that nice but just go with it). “Aw gee, thanks for trying to care.” Y/N sarcastically laughed, not taking her eyes off of Finn. “Of course kid. I try, I really do.” Vance chuckled, heading back over to Paperboy, watching the girl just sit down next to the boy, putting her head on her knees, waiting for him to wake up.
The moment the boy started to stir, Y/N immediately perked her head up from her knees, just wanted to hug him and tell him it’ll be alright, even though she couldn’t. She could see him, she could see ever other victim after her, yet he couldn’t see her or any of them. The black phone that Y/N has been using to try and help every other victim, failing at every attempt, the phone always rang, but none of them ever heard it, Y/N had to watch every single teenage boy face the same she had, one after another.
“I wish he could see us.” Bruce came up next to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Yea. We just gotta hope that he doesn’t end up like us. Hopefully he’s successful at what we all tried to do.” Y/N smiled at the boy her age, getting up from the ground. “Hopefully he doesn’t. More people don’t need to go through what we did.” Bruce agreed with the girl, returning the smile. “Yea. Then he won’t have to look at all the old blood left of your clothes and body.” Y/N chuckled slightly, getting a laugh out of the other 5 people.
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“So, you guys remember those phone calls I told you about? How I tried with everyone one of you.” Y/N asked the group, getting a grunt from every boy. “Should we try it with him? Who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky enough to hear it.” Y/N suggested, keeping her eyes on the boy who was now roaming around the cold room. “I mean it could work this time. Y/N said she tried it with all of us. And all of us saw her try it when we were killed. Maybe he’ll get lucky.” Billy agreed. “Finn’s arm is mint. Can’t let that go to waste.” Bruce joined in. “Oh what the hell, why not.” Griffin, or the escape artist as everyone liked to call him agreed, making all eyes turn to Vance. “Fine. Only because I like her. Not because the rest of you agreed to this.” Vance groaned, shooting a smile at the girl. “Thank you guys. This really means a lot to me.” Y/N mumbled, giving a smile to everyone.
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“My god! That dumb fuck!” Y/N yelled in frustration for the fifth time in 20 minutes, pacing back and fourth, annoyed with the fact that Vance just disappeared after yelling and yelling and Finn while Y/N was waiting for her phone call, which would be the last. With just one small sob, Y/N immediately shit her eyes over to her best friend, tears forming in her own as she watched him start to cry. “Motherfucker…” Y/N mumbled, walking over to the black phone, dialing a number, making the phone start to ring. “Please don’t let this be a mistake with timing.”. Y/N mumbled to herself, watching Finn wipe his tears a few times before slowly walking to the phone.
“What.” Finn asked after a few moments of silence and the static from the phone. “Hey Finn. What’s up?” Y/N finally brought herself to say something, remembering how she used to always greet him in the mornings before they started walking to school. “Y/N?” Finn asked, a look of disbelief on his face while he pushed his head back up from against the wall. “Hey buddy… don’t cry.” Y/N softly said, making a mental promise that she wouldn’t start crying. “I’m not.” Finn defended, wiping his eyes once more. “Yes you are. I can see you.” Y/N smiled to herself, leaning against the wall beside the boy. “You can?” Finn asked, sounding like he was making sure he heard the girl right. “I’m with you. I’ve been with you this whole time.” Y/N lightly laughed, now starting to get teary. “You have?” Finn asked the girl. “You never leave a friend behind. You know how mine and Robin’s dads left for Vietnam? They didn’t leave their buddies behind. That’s why neither of them came home. And I’m not coming home either. And I’m not going to leave you behind.” Y/N chocked, trying to pull herself together. “We’ll be together again soon.” Finn slightly lowered his tone, finally knowing his fate. “Fuck that shit. You aren’t going like I did.” Y/N scoffed, still remembering the day she died. “I’ve tried everything! Nothings worked.” Finn told the girl. “Yet.” Y/N let a tear slip, noticing how desperate the boy was. “Y/N-.” Finn started, only to have Y/N cut him off. “You remember what me and Robin used to tell you?” Y/N snapped. “That I need to see more horror movies?” Finn questioned. “Besides that.” Y/N slightly groaned, not loud enough to hear. “That someday I have to stand up for myself.” Finn finally mumbled, walking further away from the phone, only for Y/N to follow behind. “That day it today Finn! Today’s the day you stop taking shit firm anybody!” Y/N tried to sound encouraging. “I’m not a fighter like Robin, I’m not a fighter like you. Even you couldn’t take him.” Finn sighed, still slightly processing the fact that Y/N was dead even though her body hasn’t been found yet. “You’ve always been a fighter Finn! That’s what you, Robin, and me have in common. Why we became friends, why me and Robin got together. You were always afraid to throw a punch but you always knew how to take one! And you always caught that (idk what Robin says here)! Every time.” Y/N tried to give the boy more confidence. “I’m not strong enough.” Finn mumbled. “You have to be. Your getting out of here. If you can’t do it for you, do it for me, do it for Robin, do it for Gwen.” Y/N walked closer to the boy. “What does it matter?!” Finn slightly raised his voice once again. “Because I don’t want to die for nothing! I want to have at least died for my best friend. And because I can’t kill that fucker you have to do it for me!” Y/N finally let a few more tears fall, pulling herself together again. “How?” Finn asked, hearing the tone in her voice. “Your going to use a weapon.” Y/N plainly spoke, knowing she couldn’t talk to him again after this. “What weapon?” Finn asked, clearly confused. “The one in your hand.” Y/N clarified. “The phone?” Finn asked. “Fill the receiver with dirt, pack it in tight, give it some heft.” Y/N instructed the boy, watching him take a few steps forward while she took a few steps behind him. “Then what?” Finn asked, curious about her plan.
“Then you practice. Over, and over. You raise the phone, take a fast step forward, step back, step forward, and swing!” Y/N slightly did it herself, remembering exactly what Robin taught her when she was bullied. “Try it.” Y/N instructed, noticing the boy just standing there. “Now?” Finn asked, not understanding why now. “Yes, you raise the phone, take a fast step forward, step back, step forward, and swing!” Y/N did it herself, watching the boy hardly do it with her. “Again! You raise the phone, take a fast step forward, step back, step forward, and swing!” Y/N smiled, seeing Finn get more into it. “Again! You raise the phone, take a fast step forward, step back, step forward, and swing!” Y/N smiled, watching Finn kinda get the hang of it. “Again! You raise the phone, take a fast step forward, step back, step forward, and swing!” Y/N taught as fast as she could with the time she had left with him. “Again! You raise the phone, take a fast step forward, step back, step forward, and swing!” Y/N stopped, hearing the teenager grunt and he swung the phone, proud of herself for teaching him so fast. “You’ve got it. Now fill the phone with dirt like I told you.” Y/N’s mood shifted, not ready for this to be the last time she talks to the boy, walking over to the corner of the room and pressing her body against the wall. “Will I still be able to talk with you?” Finn asked, not wanting to come to conclusions yet. “This was the last call Finn… it’s all you from here on out.” Y/N’s tears started to build back up. “I miss you Y/N.” Finn’s tone dropped after hearing those words. “Then get out for me, use what we gave you. “I will…” Finn mumbled. “Um, before you do what I said, can I ask you to do something for me?” Y/N croaked, really trying to hold back tears. “Of course. Anything, anything at all.” Finn nodded, waiting for the girl to finish. “Tell him I love him, that I still love him, that’ I will always love him. Can you do that for me?” Y/N finally let it go, starting to cry as she spoke. “Of course, of course I will.” Finn agreed, a small smile forming. “He still loves you too.” Finn added on. “Thank you. Thank you so much Finn.” Y/N wiped her tears, smiling about his last sentence. “Of course Y/N.” Finn mumbled. “Bye Finn. I love you.” Y/N finally finished. “Bye Y/N. I love you too.” Finn hesitated to put the phone back, but once he did, Y/N just let it all out, crying with her knees hugged to her chest for at least half an hour, only pulling herself together when The Grabber came down. (PLATONIC LOVE)
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It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fun to watch, but Y/N was there the whole time, watching a grown man get the shit beaten out of him by a teenager. Y/N and the other souls of past victims finally got to say their final parting from The Grabber, Y/N saying “Fucker! This is what you deserve! Burn in hell!”. But now all of them were finally free, free to move on with the afterlife. Once Y/N and the others finally saw sunlight, they couldn’t be happier, even though nobody could see them besides each other, they were all just happy it was finally over. Saying their final goodbyes, Y/N and the group of souls went their separate ways. Vance going to haunt people that kissed him off, Billy going off to live his afterlife, Griffen going to see his family’s house before going god knows where, Bruce went to go see some family before going off to enjoy afterlife as well, while Y/N on the other hand, she decided to stick around a bit longer, just another night or so with Finn, Gwen, and Robin. The boy she still loved and hasn’t seen since a year and a half ago when she went missing.
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“Wait, wait, wait, your telling us that there was this phone in the guys basement that allowed the souls of past victims to contact you?! And that how you knew how to get out.” Gwen exclaimed, still processing the story Finn just told her and Robin. “I know it sounds crazy, but yea, it’s true.” Finn laughed, making Y/N smile as she hung behind Gwen at the trio’s sleepover. (Not in a crappy way, I just didn’t know how to put it.) “Was it all past victims?” Robin asked Finn in a odd tone, making Finn know exactly who he was referring too, Y/N…
“Yes Robin. All past victims. Including Y/N.” Finn nodded his head at his best friend, only getting a loud sigh out of him. “Um, she was my last call. She was the one that mainly helped me escape. She was the one that taught me how to punch, she learned that from you.” Finn started explaining things, noticing Robin’s intense listening. “Come on Finn.” Y/N mumbled to herself, hoping he didn’t forget. “She uh, she did ask me to do one thing for her.” Finn added, making Robin’s head perk up. “Before our conversation ended, she asked me to tell you that she loves you, she still loves you, and she always will love you.” Finn remembered almost Y/N’s exact words, making Y/N smile at the fact that she could know her at peace with knowing that Robin knew. “Thank you Finn. Thank you for telling me.” Robin nodded, getting up from his seat on the floor and flopping on the bed behind Gwen, thinking about things.
With Gwen staring at the floor, happy thatcher brother got yo talk to his best friend again, by the smallest glimpse of her eye, she saw a smiling Y/N squeeze Robin’s hand before making her way out of the room, shooting a quick smile at Gwen, almost like she knew the younger girl saw her.
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Ok so recently I read the entirety of Warden Twins in the span of 4 hours (with a break in between cause it was 2:30 AM) and I just had a funny shower thought I'm gonna put here.
Basically, Arceus feels bad about the whole situation, so he gives Drayden and F!Emmet Arc Tablets or something that show the both of them Ingo, Lil' Ingo and Emmet and their misadventures. They essentially react to everything that happens in the fic as it happens.
Drayden is initially very sceptical of the whole situation, rightfully so. His nephews were kidnapped like 3 days ago (he basically got like a prologue vid showing what happened before showing him everything else), and then some stranger gives him an iPad that shows him his missing nephews being adopted by some guy who looks hauntingly similar to Lil' Ingo, with amnesia and who knows where. But he eventually warms up to F!Ingo cause hes actually not that bad at being a dad, is increasingly growing more protective over his now sons everyday (as he should be), and is looking out for them when he cant.
He invites Clay over cause his boys just became friends with Liam who ALSO looks hauntingly similar to Clay. And then the both of them bust out conspiracy boards when Akari reveals that all 4 of them are from the future. Lil Ingo and Emmet make sense, but Ingo??? If hes from the future as well, then is he some cousin they never heard about? What is this???
But they dont really care about that. Drayden swears that Ingo is now gonna be (officially) part of the family if- no WHEN they all return back to the future. Oh and so will Akari, she's a cool cousin to the boys.
This eventually just devolves into Drayden watching all of this like it's a soccer game or something : very passionately. Like "oh my dragons I'm gonna kill the Miss Fortune sisters for kidnapping my nephews", and then cheering like his team won the world cup or something when Gyarados shows up. Oh and Drayden will be so angry he might rip a tear in spacetime in order to kill Volo when all THAT happens with him and Lil' Ingo.
With F!Emmet its gonna be a bit more complicated, since he either remembers the past or not. But if he doesnt remember, then he will be panicking. His brother went missing like 5 years ago, and when he finally sees him he's with baby versions of them??? Why is Ingo a father to two kids who are named after them and look EXACTLY like him when he was also 10?!? 'AM I AN UNCLE??? DO I NEED TO BUY A BIGGER APARTMENT NOW?!??' Elesa is surprisingly taking this much better.
And then when Akari is revealed, F!Emmet is both verrrrrry happy to be an uncle and that his brother is not alone and happy, but at the same time mourning his bank account, cause hes gonna need to buy a bigger apartment if he is to house 3 new kids and like 24 new pokemon.
And then its revealed that both Ingos are one of the same. Emmet is internally having a blue screen of death moment, cause that means that Ingo literally raised him. Elesa is just treating thos like it's a certified Watchmojo top 10 anime plot twists.
But if he does remember, then he is basically just refreshing his childhood memories.
I wanted to add that maybe Emmets and Draydens tablets are connected to one another, but I've already typed WAYY too much. Can you tell that I love the Warden Twins AU?
Anyways enough from me, thank u for listening to my Ted talk. What are your thoughts about this? Really hope the fic gets updated soon and have a good whatever-your-timezone-is
Oh wow
Not gonna lie this was really fun to read. I love reading stuff like this. This is a really fun idea, i just imagine Arceus making like a YouTube channel like Gamingharry or Ladyoflore or something and just sending it to Drayden and future Emmet with a message that says "this explains everything"
I do need to get back to writing Warden’s Twins, I'm a little stuck with Lil Ingo's face off with Kamado, so I've taken a small step back for a bit to try and figure out how to go about it.
But I'm so glad you're enjoying Warden’s Twins :)
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For Undertale's eighth anniversary (I know I'm a day late I'm so sorry), I want to know what your experiences are with the game. I'll go first.
Undertale came out when I was 10 years old. I didn't know it existed then, but over the next 2 years, I had heard of it from somewhere. However, I also heard of the fandom and how crazy it was so I avoided Undertale like the plague. It was kind of a trend at the time when lots of people talked about Undertale and memed it to death, and I'm not the type to follow along with trends. Besides, I liked... something else at the time.
When the hype died down, I promptly forgot about the game too, but I still remembered Sans. Who would? He's an icon. That was until around 2020 when my sister was religiously watching these Minecraft music videos of certain fan songs, mostly from Five Nights at Freddy's, Bendy and the Ink Machine... and Undertale. I was interested in the Undertale one. Then I started putting more research into the game, and oh my gosh. I was surprised at how GOOD it was.
I fell in (platonic) love with Papyrus instantly. He was my favourite for a while. Just him. I was obsessed with finding out everything about him. I listened to songs, I looked at fanart and fanfics, I wanted to know EVERYTHING about Papyrus. If it weren't for Papyrus, I wouldn't have gotten into Undertale as much as I am now.
I then wondered why Sans was so popular. I looked into him too, and, I kid you not, I cried when I found out what he was going through. He instantly became another favourite, and for a while, I did the exact same thing for him as I did for Papyrus: obsessively find out everything about him. Hyperfixations are crazy.
Anyway, for a while, I was just watching playthroughs and researching the game. I didn't have it myself. I wanted to save up for it on my own. However, after a very bad day at school, my parents surprised me by downloading Undertale onto my Nintendo Switch. I am forever grateful for that.
During my first playthrough, I finally got to know more characters. I already knew about some of them from the comic dubs I watched on YouTube, but I didn't know all their names. I only knew Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Flowey and Frisk. And then I met the others. The characters are my favourite part of ANYTHING I am interested in, and Undertale is no different. I got attached to all the characters: Undyne, Asgore, Alphys, Mettaton, Napstablook, and the ones I already mentioned. My first playthrough was magical, but it was frustrating at the same time.
Undyne was the hardest for me. I had to RESET because of her because I had no money and no items. And then there was Asgore. Photoshop Flowey was my favourite boss fight, and I loved befriending everyone, especially Undyne. She's really fun.
After I did the True Pacifist Route, I vowed never to reset. However, I... broke that promise. I did another Pacifist Route a few months later, but only because I wanted to fight Photoshop Flowey again. After a few more Pacifists, I stopped for good.
Nowadays, I create my own private stories about what the crew would do on the surface, as well as other AUs and stories I came up with. I still read Undertale comics and look at Undertale-related posts on Tumblr, and despite its flaws, I can see how much the fandom loves the game. I surely do.
Happy anniversary, Undertale. 8 years have flown very fast.
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"The Hunger Games", Chapter 13
Buy the book here.
Part 2: The Games
Chapter 13. This girl is on fire! And she's up a tree. With Careers waiting for her and one lil girl from District 11 watching her.
My Thoughts:
-- I like how Katniss is like "Cinna's designs probably brought this on but it's not his fault." While she is constantly second-guessing Peeta's motives, she trusts Cinna implicitly. She thinks, "I believe he cares about me." I'm glad Katniss has that relationship and hope Cladius Templesmith didn't have Cinna on live to see the fireballs shot at our girl.
-- So recently I watched a bunch of YouTube videos where people "react" to The Hunger Games movie when they have never seen it. I was surprised so many people think the fireball scene in that--which is trimmed down from the book--is "cheating" on the part of the Gamemakers. I guess I thought it was weird they expected the child murderers to play fair.
Quotes:
The flames that bear down on me
have an unnatural height, a uniformity that marks them
as human-made, machine-made, Gamemaker-made.
Things have been too quiet today. No deaths, perhaps no
fights at all. The audience in the Capitol will be getting
bored, claiming that these Games are verging on
dullness. This is the one thing the Games must not do.
God forbid the deaths be boring.
I hate burns, have always hated them,
even a small one gotten from pulling a pan of bread from
the oven. It is the worst kind of pain to me, but I have
never experienced anything like this.
Rereading this made me sad since I know she becomes a "Fire Mutt" in Mockingjay. Losing her sister and being on fire? Truly the wrost kind of pain.
Then I remember my mother saying that if a burn’s
severe, the victim might not even feel pain because the
nerves would be destroyed. Encouraged by this, I sit up
and swing my leg in front of me.
Katniss has been thinking about her mother a lot in the Games. Mostly about plants and herbs and healing (more later with the stings). But perhaps their relationship isn't as damaged beyond repair as Katniss thinks it is?
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Dream recounted on November 26, 2022 4:05 AM
This is one of those dreams I actively tried to forget due to its very macabre nature. My mind perplexes me at times and this was one of those moments. Every part of the dream felt real to some capacity and it genuinely caused some upset. Because of its darkness, however, I had actively tried to ignore so not all the details had been preserved sadly but I will try my best to remember all of the specifics.
The dream starts off with me lying down in my bed. I found myself wearing my black sleep dress that was filled with patterns of birds, canaries I believe they were. I had an emotion of dread rising up on my body and instinctively, it was as if I knew that a horrible event were to occur quite so soon. I paid it no mind and found myself conversing with my sister who was a roommate of mine right now
I hear a knock on the door and find that my mother was clad in a black blouse and a black skirt, clothing I've never seen before. Behind her was my father, dressed in all black as well - a polo shit I've never seen and dress pants he never owned. When I saw them, I had a sudden thought come to me. Today's the day my grandmother would be euthanized.
I felt the fried stricken expressions pull me down to such a low point since I genuinely didn't wanted her to die. Despite her old age, I had grown afraid of death following the sudden death of my uncle from covid last year as well as my close brush with it twice this year. The thought irked me and it served no comfort that she was in her late 80s.
Despite my hesitation, I found myself joining them in what seems to be a function hall where a few more people were in attendance. The people were mostly adult women I had never seen but I had somehow recognized as my aunts. One of them was very catty and absolutely had no equivalence in my life but I knew she was those gossip types.
I sat down on the floor crisscross as there was no chairs in sight and sat down next to her. She looked hesitant as the feature was about to start. I wanted to get frontrow seats so I wouldn't miss the event and I think she felt the same too.
The dream does a sudden jump to a different perspective. A cousin of sorts that isn't my cousin. This individual bore a resemblance to a Minecraft YouTuber named Tommyinnit that would have been hilarious if it weren't so depressing. The young man was trying to break in to the care house where my grandmother was supposedly going to be euthanized and he was desperate. He hated the idea maybe more than I did and he was willing to do whatever he can to stop it.
As he tried to break in, the lockpicks he made kept failing him and he started trying to thrash through the door. He was eventually stopped by another man who restrained him. This other man I've never met but I understood as another relative. He held the boy close as he started to break down and cry. It was heart-wrenching.
The dream cuts back to me and my not-aunt-aunt sitting in front of a projector screen as the program started. I somehow knew that we couldn't be in the sight for whatever reason and we could only watch remotely. Either way, I was on the edge of my seat as the film started playing before me.
The video starts. An old woman is wheeled into what seems to be a bedroom. I don't recognize her but she feels dear to me. She doesn't look like my grandma at all. She looked thin and frail which was a sharp contrast to my own grandma's more plump appearance. Her skin was also darker similar to more people around me which was definitely noticeable compared to my own's light skin that came from our Chinese ancestry.
She was being wheeler in by what seems to be a nun that had some clothes similar to a nurse. Perhaps this person was both. The nun nurse carefully assisted the old lady to lie down on a teal bed and then gingerly tucker her in. The grandma found herself dozing off and there was a calm at the screen.
I looked at my not-aunt-aunt confused and she looked at me back. My sister chimed in the confused stare off to clarify that they were going to let her rest first before sending her off. I nodded my head but my not-aunt-aunt was incredulous. She was pissed off that they wouldn't just get things over with. She just wanted things to end soon.
I was freaking out since she was getting much more aggravated and everyone was getting more upset. After trying to ease her out, she apologized and saif that the situation was getting to her, with the whole losing her mom thing. As we sat there trying to take in the scene, another one of my not-aunt-aunts approached us.
I sensed that she was a more practical person and she was more level-headed than everyone else in this room right now. She started to explain a new issue that had arisen with the upcoming death. Family inheritance. She stated that the family inheritance might be challenged by some unsavory people considering the family's complex history. Another one of the women said that it'd be fine and that those who dare try to go after it would have to go through them.
There was still and air of uncertainty as the conversation ended and a man walked in bearing sharp resemblance to my uncle yet I didn't recognize him in the dream as such. He said that the event was about to continue and we should go back to our seats. I sat down next to my not-aunt-aunt again and watched as the video feed continued.
My mother was now next to me yet she seemed different. Couldn't really out my finger on it. I asked her to hold me close and she held me tightly. I felt a wave of fear and dread wash over me as I knew the death was coming up and I remembered our own mortalities. After a few seconds I let go, and found myself propped up near the front again, eyes fixed at the large screen.
The old woman was now drearily awake and I saw another nurse nun come in with a needle. I didn't saw the needle going in, but it cut quickly to a faceless figure wearing a dark teal outfit cradling the old lady as she now barely hung on to life. The grandma reached out her arms to the faceless woman and it cuts to what seems to be a small female statuette of what I recognized as the Virgin Mary although I had never seen anything like it before. The old lady reached out to the statueette's head as if to try and get its blessing.
The video feed suddenly fades off to an outside shot of what seems to be a garden next to a building. A sort of mausoleum of dark cement bricks that looked like it came from the Hispanic era. A group of nuns were finding their way in in a procession, carrying with them a small urn. The video then dades seemingly with either quotes of encouragement or advertisement from the euthanizing company.
I woke up feeling quite disturbed as to what all of that meant. As I stirred, I recognized that maybe that dream wasn't about my family but maybe someone else I've never met. It was odd.
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How I Discover News Today
September 8, 2022 – the news of Queen Elizabeth's passing took over the media by storm. I remember exactly how I discovered the news that morning. I woke up and the first thing I did was scroll through YouTube shorts because I didn't want to get up yet. My recommended shorts are usually full of videos of the royal family because I have always been interested in their lives, especially because I was named after the late Princess Diana. So when I read "Queen Elizabeth, 1926-2022" at the end of one video montage that showed photos of the Queen, I frowned in confusion and slight frustration because I thought, "How can someone joke about someone else's death"? And right then, my sister messaged me and informed me that the Queen had indeed passed away. I hurried and went to Facebook to confirm the news, and she was right. News articles were everywhere, as well as memes, odes, commentaries, and even cross stitch patterns from that one page I am following. The 12-year-old me, who was an award-winning campus journalist, would never have believed how I get my news today.
The world and the media have really evolved a lot. Before, I used to listen to the news every morning as Umagang Kay Ganda played on the television while I ate my breakfast and prepared for school. There were also newspaper stands outside, and I would read the top headlines of the newspapers on display. If I were intrigued enough, I would also read whatever I could from the small part of the newspaper that is showing on the stand. And in the evening, we would listen to TV Patrol while eating dinner, and we would talk about the issues and sometimes get into heated debates as a family. I still do some of these now, but with the recent shut down of ABS-CBN and the upgrade of our television set, we now watch them through YouTube. And it’s fascinating that Mom can even find online news sites that align with her rightist view of politics. I, of course, also find news sources that align with my interests, and most of them I usually see on Facebook.
With the rapid changes that are happening in the world of media, it is interesting to know that news now comes in different forms – memes, 15-second TikToks, posts on Facebook, or simple chats from someone we know. And it is even more exciting to see where this evolution will go. Maybe someday, we can discover news through AI or smart technology. But what I know for now is that my journey of discovering different shapes of media helped me identify what type of information I consume most effectively, the writing style that I enjoy reading, and the reporting style that captures my attention. The presence of many options has enabled people to consume news that is most suitable for them.
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My K-drama recommendation master list Part 2
You can find part 1 here
Look, you gave us relatively new recommendations, what about ones older than 10 years? I'll give you my top 5
Princess Hours (2006) Is a modern Cinderella story. It's 24 episodes long. Available on Viki.
Personal Taste (2010) Honestly, problematic plot if you put your mind into it, but entertaining nonetheless. It's 16 episodes long, each one lasting a little over an hour, available on Viki.
Cinderella's Sister (2010) You hate every character, but there's still something that makes you watch it. Available on Viki.
Thank You (2007) was ahead of its time, it's about a single mother with a daughter who has an HIV+ diagnosis. 16 episodes long, each one lasting a little over an hour. Available on Viki.
Stairway to Heaven (2003) for a good melodrama.
What about romantic fantasies involving fantastic beings?
Guardian: The lonely and Great God(2016) A classic of the genre. It tells the story of a God who was once a man, and is being punished by immortality, unless he meets his bride, who just so happens to be a high schooler centuries later. Available on viki. 16 episodes long with 3 specials, all lasting about 75 minutes.
Hotel Del Luna (2019) it would be unfair to talk about Goblin, without talking about this other masterpiece about a being cursed into immortality and granted special availabilities along with it, but a curse is still a curse, and she must run a hotel meant for ghosts, where after centuries of being, meets a young man who is alive. Availability on Viki, 16 episodes long and each one lastz about 75 minutes.
Tale of the Nine Tailed (2020) You get to see Lee Dong Wook as another mystical being, and Kim Bum is his half brother. 16 episodes long and one special, each one lasting about 65 minutes. Available on Viki.
My roommate is a Gumiho (2021) what's up with gumihos? It's still airing. The title is self explanatory. Available on Viki and Qiyi.
Angel's last mission: Love (2019) is a cute and sad story about an angel who is about to ascend and a ballerina who has a cynical view of the world. Available on Viki. Each episode averages 30 minutes, with 32 episodes.
Doom at your service (2021) About to finish airing. It tells the story of a dying woman who wishes doom upon the world, and the doom who answers her plea. Available on viki, 16 episodes long, each one lasting about an hour.
The Scholar Who walks the night (2015) another Lee Joon Gi entry, but I swear all of his works are great, it's a period drama that tells the story of a scholar who is a vampire and the young bookseller he meets. It's 20 episodes long, each one lasting about an hour. Available on viki. Also, if you've liked Lee Soo Hyuk in Doom at Your Service, I advise you check this one out.
Tale of Arang (2012) two Lee Joon Gi entries in a row? Girl, you have to stop. Anyways, this one is another period piece of a magistrate who can see ghosts and the ghost of a young woman who doesn't remember her life, nor the cause of her death. Available on viki, it's 20 episodes long, each one lasting a little over an hour.
Look, those are fine or whatever, but I started as a K-pop fan, where can I see some idol dramas? Don't worry, I came prepared
Full House (2004) with Rain as the main character is the og idol drama in my opinion. Available on Viki. 16 episodes long, each one lasting about 73 minutes.
Imitation (2021) is currently airing, and it's literally an idol drama about idols. You can find a looot of idols too: Jeong Yun Ho and Park Seong Hwa from Ateez, Chani and Hwi Young from SF9, Park Ji Yeon from T-ara, Lim Na Young from I.O.I and Pristin, and although Jeong Ji So is not an idol, she is the main lead, and I absolutely love her, she's also in Doom at your service. Available on Viki.
Miss Panda and Mr. Hedgehog (2012) features Donghae from Super Junior, and if I'm going to recommend a Super Junior drama, I would rather recommend one featuring him over Siwon.
At a Distance the Spring is Green (2021) is currently airing too, and only has four released episodes, but I've liked it so far. Featuring Park Ji Hoon, and Kwon Dun Bin. Also, I have a lot of opinions about this show. Available on Viki.
I was going to put an IU drama but, all her dramas are good, so go and watch them all, the woman has range.
Dream High (2011) is the king of idol dramas, in my opinion. It talksa about a high school for people who want to be idols. Another one with a long line up of idols, so let me start: Suzy, IU, Taecyeon, Nichkhun and Wooyoung from 2PM, Ham Eun Jung from T-ara. Leeteuk (SuJu and Chansung (2PM) make cameos. Similarly to Imitation, Kim Soo Hyun is not an idol, but he's the main lead. It's 16 episodes long, each one lasting about 65 minutes. Available on Viki.
Wow, quite a few, but they all seem rather popular, do you have some underrated gems? I'm going to have to go down memory lane, but I do
The Queen's Classroom (2013) This one feels like a fever dream, because I'm aware it exists, I watched it back when it first aired, but I can't find it anywhere now. It's based on a Japanese drama of the same name. It's about a strict but warm hearted teacher and her students' lives and struggles. 16 episodes long. DM me if you find anywhere to watch it.
1% of Something (2016) is a really cute drama, the chemistry is off the charts, and if you're looking for skinship, this one is the one for you, underrated arranged marriage kdrama, I'm telling you. It's 16 episodes long, averaging 45 minutes, and it's on Viki.
I'm not a Robot (2017) has a really cute plot, not underrated per se, but not hyped enough. It's 32 episodes long, each one averaging 30 minutes. Available on Viki.
Do you like Brahms? (2020) is a music themed kdrama, really cute and wholesome. If you like 2setviolin and watched their critique on their YouTube channel, let me tell you, the cast actually knows how to play violin and stuff, and there's an actual child prodigy in there. It got so much hate bc of that one yt video. It's 16 episode long, each one lasting about an hour. Available on Viki.
Solomon's Perjury (2016) a good reflection on youth and the pressure society has. 12 episodes long, lasting about 63 minutes each. Available on Viki.
The Greatest Love (2011) is a super entertaining TV show, and just supper funny and cute. 16 episodes long, each one lasting around 65 minutes. Available on Viki.
Two Cops (2017) if you like Kim Seon Ho, I think this was his TV acting debut. It's a hilarious action comedy TV show. 32 episodes long, lasting around 30 minutes. Available on viki.
Do you have any recommendations where time traveling or time is central to the story?
Alice (2020) look, I can't give you a full explanation because it's too mind bending. Let's leave it at detective meets his mother. Available on Viki.
Signal (2016) The premise is similar to that of the movie Frequency (2000) in which there's communication between the past and the present via technology. The plot is based on the real Hwaseong serial murders. Really interesting. Available on Netflix. If you like the premise of communicating with the past via technology Call (2020) is a Korean thriller movie available on Netflix.
Chicago Typewriter (2017) this one is about reincarnation but we get to see both timelines. Available on Netflix.
Tomorrow with you (2017) Time-traveling but make it ✨depressing ✨. The story of a man who time travels, and how that ability messes with his marriage. Available on Netflix.
What about historical dramas? I don't really watch those, but here are some I liked
The Moon Embracing the Sun (2012) is one of the few I've finished. It's really good, it follows the love story of a king. Available on viki. 20 episodes long, each one lasting about an hour.
Gunman in Joseon (2014) Am I recommending you this one because of Lee Joon Gi? Maybe. It has 22 episodes, each one lasting about an hour. Available on Viki.
The Crowned Clown (2019) a story of the Prince and the Pauper if I must give you a description that is relatable, but if you know the book titled Skogland, it's closer to that. It's 16 episodes long, each one lasting about 80 minutes. Available on Viki.
I'm a little ashamed to say this, but do you have any BL? I do, I do
To My Star (2021) is a story about an actor and a chef, and how they learn to cohabit after the actor is forced into hiding. You can watch either the movie version or the drama version, both available on viki.
Color Rush (2020) is a modern romance fantasy about people called Monos who can't see any color unless they meet their Probes, however this may turn dangerous as the Monos may experience obsessive behavior, so what happens when a young high schooler meets his probe?. You can either watch it on its drama or movie version. Both available on viki. By the way, if you're a long time deobi and was wandering what happened to Hwall, he's one of the main leads.
You Make Me Dance (2021) follows the story of a university dancer who is in debt and his debt collector. Available on viki in both versions. The movie is 107 minutes long.
Just Friends (2009) is a short film, but ahead of its time, if you can't tell by the year it was released on. It's a cute story about a man who visits his boyfriend in the military. I found it in dramacool.
That's all from me, if you have any specific genre or them you felt I didn't add in, do feel free to tell me.
#kdrama#netflix kdrama#netflix#kdramas#kdrama recommendations#netflix recommendations#korean actor#korean actress#korean drama#idol drama#ateez#sf9#t ara#lee joon gi#imitation#iu#at a distance spring is green#tvn doom at your service#doom at your service#my roommate is a gumiho#joy#fantasy
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Keepsake
Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person)
Word count: 1.827
Warnings: Death, loss, hopelessness, light cursing, sadness, melancholy, grief, heartache, mourning.
Author’s note: This story was inspired by the song 'Everglow' by Coldplay.
Do me a favour and listen to the song, while reading this, I'll link to the different versions, depending on your mood.
Everglow (original) by Coldplay
Everglow (acoustic) by Coldplay
Everglow (instrumental) by Alexandre Pachabezian
The links are for Spotify, if they don't work try this link for YouTube
I do not own any characters in this short story, except the wife, son and Elijah Reed, who are figments of my imagination.
A massive, MASSIVE, thank you to my beloved angel, @radaofrivia, for giving me the idea from just a few thoughts, for sitting through with me while I wrote this, for giving me advice and for just being there.
Please check out her stories right here: RADA'S MASTERLIST
MY MASTERLIST
Feedback is appreciated.
(Young Syverson, picture credit to @killjoy-assbutt-1112 - find it here)
Oh, they say people come
Say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone
And the world may not know
Still I see you, celestial
Lyrics are from Everglow by Coldplay.
The looming grey clouds were moving closer towards him. He could hear the distant sounds of the rumbling thunder. Before long it started to rain and lightning lit up the entire house. The dirt road was flooded in no time, giving the crops the liquid nourishment they needed.
The former army captain was restless. It was on days like these he missed him, more than anything else in the world. He couldn’t sit still and had planned on working on the house, but the coming storm was putting a stop to that. Instead, he sat on the porch swing he built with Elijah when Lucas bought the house.
The Syversons had moved to their farm when Lucas was 4. A few days into the move, their neighbours had stopped by with some casserole, and to welcome them to their community. Mr and Mrs Reed also had a son who was a few months younger than Luc. Elijah had hidden behind his mother’s leg, a little shy, but with some encouragement he greeted Lucas.
“I’m Lucas, but my baby sister can’t say it yet, she keeps babbling Luc, so if it’s easier, you can call me Luc too.”
“I’m Elijah.”
Sy remembered he was trying so hard to pronounce his new friend’s name. He smiled at the memory, the name had been permanent in Lucas’ mind, only using Elijah, when he was mad at him or thinking he was about to do something stupid, which he did often.
“Lija, wanna play?” Lucas asked awkwardly.
“What?” Elijah looked profoundly confused. “I… don’t know.”
“Go on, son. It’s okay,” Mr Reed tried to encourage him.
“Come with me, Lija. I wanna show ya somethin’.”
Lucas had shown Elijah his new toy tractor that his parents had given him for his birthday. The two young boys had played together, and before long were inseparable.
A round yellow object in the palm of his hand. He was fiddling with it. The coin was always in his pocket, so he could keep his best friend close to him at all times. It was an old arcade coin that you could plot into any machine and play one game.
The two best friends had each gotten a dollar’s worth of coins, but the man at the ticket booth had miscounted, so Sy had gotten an extra coin, which the two friends had fought over during their time in the arcade. Lucas being the protector he was, lost to Elijah on purpose, so his friend won the coin.
“I’ll savour it, it’s going to be my lucky coin!” Elijah has announced.
Syverson swung the porch swing with his booted foot. He stared at the coin, wondering why he had been the lucky one. Luc shook his head faintly, his face full of pain and sorrow.
The coin became a thing that decided their fate. When the boys couldn’t agree on something, they would flip the coin. The picture side was heads and the text ‘No cash value’ side was tails. It might have been worth nothing, but it was a priceless item to the two friends.
“Heads: I ask her on a date, tails: you ask her,” Elijah flipped the yellow coin and covered the back of his hand as it landed. The two teenagers looked over at the brunette cheerleader, who was laughing with her friends. Prom was upon them and they both wanted to ask her. Elijah lifted his hand, it was heads.
The dumb coin was always on Elijah’s side. Lucas let out a soft laughter of the memory. Elijah’s face had been priceless, Sy wished he had taken a picture of it. It had been Elijah’s first kiss that night.
When Lucas decided to enlist, Elijah followed him, even with a lot of arguing against it from Sy’s side. He didn’t want his best friend anywhere near a warzone but in the end, he was glad that Lija was there with him through every hardship during training, when they lost people on their team, when they had to carry the dead back to base, it was better to have a friend by your side and share the pain with.
It didn’t take Syverson long to rank up and become captain. He ended up leading a large group of soldiers in a village in Iraq, with Elijah as his lieutenant, he felt like he could conquer the world.
During one of their trips home, Sy had bought a house he wanted to renovate, maybe start a family in. Elijah had spent every moment he could, helping Lucas with the house. It had made them closer as friends, and they had heartfelt talks about their future. Elijah wanted to come home and help his ailing parents with the farm, maybe get into breeding horses, preferably racehorses. Sy hadn’t thought of his future in that sense by then. He just wanted to relax, drink beer and ride his motorcycle.
There was hardly a moment in Lucas’ life where Elijah wasn’t a part of it. Elijah was his best friend, and if he had to be a little girly, they were BFFs. His best friend’s presence had made every moment special, made them better. It was the hardest part, to not have Elijah by his side anymore. He missed Elijah’s silly, huge and sometimes irritating grin, which somehow made the world seem a bit brighter during the dark times. Elijah made his life easier… he just made it better to have a friend to share everything with.
His heart had broken in a million pieces when the building collapsed on top of his best mate.
“Captain, we need a scouting team. I’m taking three soldiers towards those buildings and see if there are enemies up ahead,” Elijah had suggested.
“Lieutenant, I make the orders here. I’m going,” Lucas commanded.
“Heads or tails, Luc,” Elijah picked out the coin from his breast pocket.
“This is no time for such thing, Lija,” the captain grumbled.
“This is the perfect time, Luc. We promised that whenever we couldn’t agree on something, we would use the coin. So, heads or tails, captain Syverson.”
“Heads.”
The coin had landed on the tails side. Lucas had cursed the coin, fuck, shit, crap, dammit!
“It’s my turn to protect you, Luc. I’m not the scrawny little kid anymore, let me show you!”
Elijah had gathered three soldiers and run between two concrete buildings with a big smile on his face. Sy would never forget the smile. It was a grin of pride and determination. And it was the last time Lucas would ever see his best friend.
Moments later a huge explosion shook the ground they were standing on. Sy watched with horror as the buildings collapsed, trapping Elijah and his team. What they didn’t know then was that the impact with the concrete walls had killed him instantly.
The rest of the soldiers watched as their captain went on his knees. Utter despair and anguish plastered on his face, tears about to escape the corners of his eyes. The usual strict army captain, the man with the muscles, the tough guy who could break you with a stare, was breaking down.
“Lija…” he whispered into the dust-filled space, his voice breathless like somebody knocked the air out of his lungs.
At night he had screamed in pain of the loss of his most beloved friend. His days were filled with hopelessness as he prepared to fly home with Elijah’s corpse in a coffin. The nights only brought nightmares, so he started writing a letter to his best friend and thinking of how to tell Elijah’s parents.
“Dear Lija. I can’t believe you’re… Shit, I can’t even write the word. Just a four-letter word, and yet I can’t fucking write it down on a piece of paper. I wish I could have taken your place, man. It should have been me. I hate you for forcing me to pick a side on that stupid coin. I hate you for being so brave. I hate you for wanting to protect me. Fuck you for dying. Fuck you for leaving me. Here. All alone. What about your parents? How am I going to tell them that you’re… how am I going to face them? You are and will always be my best friend. I wish you could go back to your parent’s farm on your own two legs, not in a fucking box. I miss you, Lija. You’re the closest thing to a brother I will ever get. So rest in peace and keep the seat next to you warm, I’ll see you on the other side. - Luc.”
Lucas had sneaked the letter into Elijah’s breast pocket of his uniform before they had shut the coffin. The coin that Elijah had on him, had been put in a plastic bag with the rest of his belongings, prepped to be given to his next of kin, his parents. But Lucas took the yellow token. He needed a memento to remember his best friend by, something that he could keep with him always. A keepsake.
It had taken every ounce of courage for Lucas to step up to the front door of the Reed’s farmhouse. A house he was so familiar with and had so many adventurous sleepovers in Elijah’s space-themed bedroom. He could smell Mrs Reed’s famous peanut brittle, making it harder for him to knock, but he did it anyway. Standing there in his military uniform, he told the two people, who had acted as a second set of parents to him, that their only son had died heroically in battle. Lucas stood frozen, watching them mourn the loss of their son. He was about to step away to give them space, but Mrs Reed grabbed his wrist and brought him into the hug.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him,” he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.
“Was he in pain?” Mrs Reed asked, breaking Lucas’ heart all over again.
“No, ma’am. It happened really fast.”
Sy fiddled with the arcade coin. Having zoned out the thunder, not noticing the storm had come and gone. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon. It was a peaceful ending to an emotional day.
A loud wailing came from inside the house. The front door opened and out came his beautiful wife with their young son in her arms. His face was stained in tears. The tiny boy reached towards his father the minute he saw him. In his father’s arms was the only place the boy was happy and content. Sy’s face broke into a happy grin at the sight of his son. His tiny fingers trying to grab the coin in the former captain’s hand.
“This,” Sy showed it to his son, “will be yours when you’re old enough not to eat it.”
He chuckled at the frustrated look on the boy’s face. Sy kissed the top of his son’s head.
“I love you, Elijah.”
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26 Reasons why Qrow is not Ruby’s father and why Taiyang is Ruby’s father
In response to the toxic aspect of the fandom attacking CRWBY and demanding that their desires for Qrow be chosen over canon, or how they feel their theory is more valid than the show itself?
I have researched RWBY to make this 26-point Discussion as to why Canon is valid, and fancanon is not when it comes to Qrow Branwen, Ruby Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, and Summer Rose.
1. “Monty said NO”
Most obviously. Monty Oum.
He said in this tweet that ruby and yang are half-sisters…half-sisters, which means they share the same mom or dad…in this case Taiyang….
https://twitter.com/montyoum/status/492070189731565568
Now people have claimed “he obviously meant step-sisters or cousins”
Why is it that every time we show the English dictionary to you people or ask you to read it, that you claim you are being attacked or that you claim Monty was misleading us?
2. The writers said NO
Miles Luna debunked this theory on Reddit…
He pointed out that Ruby sees Qrow as a Role model, so she adapts her colors to be similar to his.
And you don’t need somebody to be blood to be your role model.
https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/7x3w4s/crwby_ama_w_miles_luna_kerry_shawcross_and_paula/du5d67g/?
3. “Rooster Teeth said NO”
Rooster Teeth even said that Qrow is "Ruby and Yang's Uncle"
They also said “Ladies, he’s not your man”
https://twitter.com/RoosterTeeth/status/1067205612331782144
4. “But what if Summer had feelings for Qrow? Why does Qrow Serve Ozpin?”
Qrow said in Volume 6 " No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good... "
So he was saying he wasn't wanted, so no relationship with Summer.
SUMMER DID NOT WANT HIM.
And he was literally saying he served Ozpin because Ozpin gave him purpose.
It’s pretty sad how people think Qrow can only be a complex character if he obsesses over another person’s wife and child.
What , you wanna make him Severus Snape, the Lilly Potter stalker who insulted a girl’s face and tried to poison a boy’s pet and publicly outed a teacher?
https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is
5, "But Qrow could be lying"
Except in volume 6 Qrow literally said "Don't lie...we're better than that"
And in volume 7?
" Long time ago. I just found working alone tends to be for the best "
" Gotta say, I’m still not really used to working with other Huntsmen in the field. "
And finally World Of Remnant on Patch.
" Nice place to raise a family, if you're into that sort of thing. "
https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is
6. “Qrow fans claim that Ruby and Summer form a core part of Qrow’s character and backstory.”
WRONG!
The main accusation for demanding Rooster Teeth / CRWBY change the backstory for Qrow would accomplish nothing.
Raven already pushed Yang onto Taiyang to raise on his own.
Qrow forcing Tai to Raise Ruby alongside Yang while Qrow could regularly visit, and while Summer lived with Taiyang, Yang, and Ruby?
It would cheapen Qrow’s character….blood isn’t everything. Neither are cliches.
7. “But what if Qrow gave Ruby to Tai to raise after Summer’s death?”
Volume Chapter 6, Burning the Candle.
Yang tells Blake that she (yang) and Ruby were raised together by Summer and Taiyang…not by Taiyang on his own, but by Summer and Taiyang.
Yang clearly had memories of being raised by Summer and Tai both, which meant that Summer and Taiyang lived together raising Ruby and Yang for Several Years.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZkN-53h5Os
8. “Does Taiyang care about Summer or Ruby?”
Taiyang was noted to have shut down when Summer didn’t come back….
Yang noted this in Volume 2 Chapter 6, and Ruby mentioned in the first episode of Volume 3 that Taiyang missed Summer.
Qrow also said that Ruby is Taiyang’s “Special Angel”….
Ruby has also pointed out numerous times that Taiyang is Overprotective of Ruby.
In fact, Ruby's conversation with Penny about overprotective fathers.
9. “Qrow knows Taiyang is Ruby’s Father. Taiyang knows Ruby is Taiyang’s daughter.
Qrow has referred to Taiyang as Ruby’s father during volume 3 and 7.
Taiyang referred to Ruby as his daughter in volume 3.
10. “Why didn’t Taiyang train Ruby in Martial Arts?”
Taiyang is a martial arts fighter.
Ruby has neither the build nor the personality for ruthless hand to hand combat like her sister…
Taiyang would trust Qrow, despite his semblance.
Remember how bad Ruby was in v5?
11. “Qrow’s semblance is not what his fans exaggerate it to be”
Speaking of Qrow’s semblance? He was playing video games with his nieces,
taught at Signal Academy,
and could train Ruby…
Clearly, his semblance is not what theorists make it out to be.
12. “Why doesn’t Qrow treat Yang the same way he treats Ruby?”
Yang is the daughter of Qrow’s sister,who abandoned the team.
During a one on one interaction between Qrow and Yang after yang vs mercury, Qrow called his own niece crazy, after she had been framed.
Qrow was not empathetic to Yang.
Qrow may not like Yang’s resemblance to Raven.
Ruby is the daughter of his two closest friends, so of course he’d prefer Ruby over Yang.
13. “Examples of Taiyang caring for Ruby.”
Volume 2 Ruby was excited when Taiyang sent a package in the mail, not even knowing it was Zwei.
Taiyang was at Ruby’s bedside in V3, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
He also tried to bring her breakfast in bed.
Taiyang said he wanted to chase after Ruby, but had to nurse Yang back to health.
During the V8 broadcast, Taiyang was upset when the broadcast was cut.
14. “Genetics research”
Black hair is the subtype of the pigment for blonde hair…
Also, Ruby’s got the same hair strand that Yang and Taiyang have.
Finally, black hair is more dominant.
So Ruby doesn’t need blonde hair to be Taiyang’s kid.
https://askinglot.com/is-black-hair-a-dominant-or-recessive-gene
https://www.quora.com/If-a-jet-black-haired-parent-and-a-blonde-parent-have-children-what-color-hair-would-the-children-likely-have
15. “The STRQ Photo”
The photo....Qrow was with STRQ for four years...do you really think Qrow is not allowed to cry on the photo unless he was romantically involved?
Can't a man grieve over the death of a female friend that he was NOT in a relationship with?
Or are men not allowed to have female friends?
Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach for example...friendship.
They were his friends, his family. People seem obsessed with the idea that Qrow cannot care about a woman unless he was romantically involved or unless he's their bastard father.
16. “Men and Women…as friends, platonic”
Harry Potter as a book showed that a boy and a girl can interact and still be friends…
Why can’t Qrow be Summer’s friend?
Why does he have to be her lover?
We’ve seen Qrow talk about Innkeeper’s skirt lengths and leer at Barmaids who flirted with him.
Also, he’s shown to be bonding with both Clover and Robyn.
People act like he doesn't flirt with anyone , and yet he does.
17. “Bad Luck Charm”
Qrow has spent his whole life with his semblance, named after a Crow.
Raised by the Branwen bandit tribe.
“You and I are not the same, you don’t want the burden of my name”
Both Branwen and Qrow are names that Qrow hates due to his semblance and past…
People may think of him as cool, but Qrow suffers from self-loathing.
So NO, the Bad Luck Charm song does NOT in fact allude to Qrow being Ruby’s father, but that Qrow hates himself, hence a major part of why he’s alcoholic.
Proof of which is his volume 6 exchange with Ozpin about being useful, which Qrow disagrees with, leading him to drink further.
Yang literally said that she had never seen qrow so drunk before in v6.
And Ruby encourages his self-worth leading him to try giving up alcohol….
His alcoholism is tied to low-self-esteem, not relationships.
18. Manga Anthology
Taiyang was shown in the Manga Anthology to have shut down upon Summer’s Death.
That impacted his relationship with Ruby and Yang.
Qrow? Is relatively unaffected.
The good Uncle helping around the house.
Taiyang haters and Qrow stans took this to demand that Qrow is entitled to Ruby, despite Taiyang recovering and doing his best to be a father.
Anything Qrow does is worshipped like Mother Teresa, while anything Taiyang does, good or bad, is downplayed and smashed.
Taiyang loved Summer so much he was devastated by her death.
Qrow was unaffected.
Think about that.
19. “I like Brats”
Why does Qrow spend time with kids he’s not related to?
Because he likes kids.
You know how there are adults who enjoy being around brats?
That’s Qrow.
He didn’t have romantic feelings for Summer, he liked being around her because she was like a kid.
Similar to how Blake likes Ruby’s idealism? And trusts her leadership?
20. “Taiyang the 2-timer accusation”
A woman on youtube claimed that Taiyang was a 2-timer who cheated on raven with summer, as there was, in her and her friends’ minds, “no way that taiyang could be with half his team”
When asked about TaiQrow as a joke, she was angered that people even ship TaiQrow.
But let me ask you this.
Are you the same person you are now that you were 10 years ago?
People claim that Qrow was somehow cool in beacon…because he’s cool now.
But Taiyang, who raises two kids, and holds a job and a house…cannot be ruby’s father…because he’s not cool? And that somehow he was never cool?
I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had to be cool to be a parent.
I also had no idea people were only allowed to be in one relationship per lifetime.
Raven freaking abandoned Tai for the tribe.
Summer chose Taiyang over Qrow.
People literally make Qrow out to be either an OC in a shipping fanfic, or a Naruto fanfic where Naruto is written to be fawned over by a girl whose canonical spouse, boyfriend, or male friend is somehow rewritten as evil.
1 year…..in 1 year since Raven abandoned Taiyang and Yang, Summer Rose the friend of Taiyang’s who he had known for 4 years, became more than a friend.
So no….Taiyang is not a two-timer…he moved on from Raven.
22. “Why can’t Taiyang talk about Summer?”
To WHO?
He’s barely got 15 minutes of screentime, and the writers did NOT do him any favors when they had Qrow demand he leave so Qrow could tell Ruby a secret Ozpin trusted him with, before telling Ruby to run away from home leaving only a freaking note.
Terrible daughter. Even Yang was prepared to do the same! To a man whose first wife abandoned him!
At least Weiss has a legit reason for acting as she does against Jacques, several at least.
Ruby? No.
Now why would Taiyang talk about Summer’s fighting style to Yang when trying to get her to stop acting like Raven in her fighting style and semblance?
Sure if there was more time…but RT at the end of the day isn’t some money-hungry political entity, it’s a startup at the end of the day, they don’t have the ability to do a full anime episode.
Also, Taiyang cannot go out on these active missions…he was a schoolteacher who did not do missions until only recently…he was retired, remember.
23. “These fanworks make more sense to me”
Qrow fans have tried using fanworks to justify their theory or ship, the same way Blacksun fans or Adam apologists make similar claims, and even Raven fans try to claim Raven is somehow a good mother.
What do these fanworks do?
Hate on Taiyang.
Dismiss Ruby and Yang being half-blood siblings.
Ignore multiple elements of the show or scenes.
Occasionally shit-talk the writers.
Every time somebody tries to make a “rwby rewrite” or “rwby alt” or “Qrow is ruby’s father au” they cannot do it without completely rewriting the characters in so many forms and even the show, till Qrow, Raven, Taiyang, and Summer are NOTHING like they are in the show…And ONLY how a shipper wants qrow to be.
Or rewriting qrow to be nothing like he is in the show.
Most Alt or Rewrite consists of making Taiyang abusive, a cheater, or refusing to allow him to interact with Summer, while regularly pushing qrowxsummer at each other.
So no…it’s not that it makes sense to them through some fanart….a headcanon that has been debunked is no longer headcanon. A theory that is shut down is no longer a theory.
There’s a reason anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers still exist.
Because to them, their theories make more sense than reality.
Which is why people still believe Qrow is Ruby’s father the same way people believe vaccines cause autism.
Neither are true, and no amount of facts will shut them down, but they’re both popular theories.
24. “Qrow Rings and Cross”
People claim that Qrow was married to Summer or that his cross represents him mourning Summer.
Did the STRQ photo, in v3, the same volume as his appearance, not show Qrow with his rings, his cross, and angrily scowling, while Summer was right next to Taiyang?
25. “What about Summer Rose’s choice?”
Remember how I said making Qrow’s character based on solely Ruby and Summer, ignoring everything regarding the tribe and ozpin giving him hope, and the grimm reaper…was bad writing?
There’s a reason people hated v5. Raven was proven to be the deadbeat, Qrow was shown to have friends, and that Taiyang knew about Salem, and of course it was confirmed that Yang and Ruby again were sisters by Raven.
Now how about Summer?
Team leader….took a man and a daughter who were abandoned by her friend…and made them her own.
Yang calls Summer Rose “Supermom” and “Her Hero”…was literally willing to storm a bandit camp so Raven could use her portal to take Yang to Qrow, so she could get to Ruby.
And yeah, I know the RWBY critics scream “why didn’t Yang just look for Ruby in Mistral?”
It’s a bloody kingdom, and Yang was pursuing a lead, that Tai had given her, and Qrow told Yang he’d look after her sister.
Remember that? Oh wait, RWBY Critics forget, my bad.
Anyway, she’s more of a sister to Qrow than his blood sister Raven, she’s more of a mother to Yang than Raven, and she’s more of a spouse to Tai than Raven.
Good Stepmother.
Non-married couple.
Relationship built on trust.
Blood is not the same as family. (Example Weiss’s remark to her father) (Or Dom Toretto)
So making Summer into a throw-away character who dies so that a brooding jerk of an alcoholic can claim character development?
Making a woman nothing except a throw-away for a man to get development is BAD WRITING.
For God’s Sakes, even Pyrrha was written better than that!
She interacted with team rwby, nora was always helping her out, and so was Ren (though those shakes are a crime against humanity”
But when Qrow fans try to demand he’s ruby’s father?
Their fanworks make Summer as much of a flat character as Preston Harvey from Fallout 4, where they make Summer unable to do anything but be obsessed with Qrow and having his child, similar to how Preston cannot think of anything other than “Another settlement needs your help, I’ll mark it on your pip-boy”
26. Finally, the accusations that CRWBY are lying.
“You have to be ****** if you believe CRWBY when they say Qrow isn’t Ruby’s father”
“CRWBY is lying, it’s what writers do”
“It’s okay for writers to lie, it’s good for plot”
“I’d prefer it if CRWBY was lying to us”
“Monty is dead, the writers should change it now”
“Monty is dead, nothing else in the writing matters”
“Monty was hiding the truth from us”
“CRWBY is hiding the truth about Qrow being Ruby’s father”
“It makes sense for CRWBY to lie to us”
Look at this…Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit, instagram….
The first quote? Was a woman who was using an anti-autism anti-disability slur defending the theory.
Never have I ever seen people so obsessed with a theory that they would deny reality and be rude to the very writers and original creator.
But the QrowxSummer and Qrow is Ruby’s Father fandom group has made countless cases of this.
THIS is how they defend their theory? And people upvote, like and support these remarks?
SHAME SHAME SHAME
Conclusion:
I get how people desire qrow to be Ruby’s father for ships or fanfics.
Even to where they make Taiyang a hated character just for the sake of making sure nobody disagrees with them.
But the attacking of RWBY and CRWBY, claiming that “this needs to be fixed”, or getting angry at RT for not giving you the non-canon ship you want?
Claiming that just because you want it to be so, that somehow your ship/theory has “validity?”
That reflects poorly on the fandom and critics.
But then again….
It’s easy to ignore what’s real and what’s a fact that when theorists and ship-pushers and CRWBY Haters on youtube tells you to stop listening to monty and the writers, and instead believe whatever you want and claim whatever you want,
Because surely you know what’s better for the show than the people who worked on it, right?
Ha ha ha, no.
THAT is the ULTIMATE disrespect somebody calling themselves a fan could ever give.
And if you think or agree with that type of logic, you should look in the mirror.
I looked for backup sources to defend CRWBY and RWBY, you’ll find them below.
Backup sources include:
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-not-rubys-dad/422o_0rbCYuoXj36VoB7obK3MXPZRbPKkz5
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-the-qrow-is-rubys-father-theory-is-wrong/z668_nQlIxu0dmRdRpEPxqE3qlWlZEmoE2
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-cant-possibly-be-rubys-and-heres-why/8BB5_LPVCmu2bonkw8eEP3Yokg8m8zJlgNV
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-qrow-isnt-rubys-father/lXXx_5QoUQuPVGo3Wgko3wJ52mMBl7644P
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/is-qrow-rubys-father-short-answer-no/422o_0rbCYupDKezxPxpdje7dRn3nB8YvZ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPbft3KJd6o
https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-rubys-dad-theory-debunk/d33g_pQEcbu1NKQoMEv0kmDpP6N8bmowkkq
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Ging Freecss Character Analysis
Hisoka Analysis| Illumi Analysis| Killua Analysis| Chrollo Analysis
What’s up, y’all? I am back again with another analysis. Today, I will be talking about Ging Freecss and I am glad that this was requested by @dukinaxael. I’ve been wanting to talk about Ging for a while and now is my time to shine. PS, I’ll be doing Leorio’s character next. I’m sorry that this is so short! I haven’t been able to watch the last seasons because Netflix will not upload them. Enjoy anyway!
We all know that Ging is considered to be a dead-beat father to his son Gon. He is the reason why Gon wants to become a hunter in the first place and will do ANYTHING to achieve that goal. As the story is told, Ging left his home when he was 12 years old to take the Hunter’s exam. After passing, he never returned home, at some point met Gon’s mom, and saved a lot of felons/criminal’s lives. Now he is apart of the Hunter’s association (I think?) and apart of the Zodiacs (I think). Some of these next statements are assumptions because I haven’t seen anything past season 4. From that little bit of information, it seems like Gon gets his “over achiever” mentality from his dad. Who would have thought that a young man who had just obtained his hunter’s license would use it to help out criminals instead of busting them? Aunt Mito has expressed how she felt once her brother left and didn’t return, that is why she stressed that Gon should return home once he gets his license. She even stated that she cried for the longest when she realized he wasn’t coming back.
The whole mystery about why Ging abandoned Gon is very fuzzy. According to Aunt Mito, Ging dropped Gon at his house, said that he isn’t with Gon’s mom anymore, and left while some people say that Mito took Gon from Ging because she felt that he was too immature to take care of him. Some even say that he lost a custody case to her. I can’t tell you if this is true or not because I don’t know and I haven’t seen any seasons after 4.
Judging from YouTube Clips, Ging seems to be a selfish dad and doesn’t care about how his son basically cried like fuck for feeling guilty about what happened to Kite.
Leorio asked why he hadn’t seen Gon in the hospital and he acted like he didn’t care. If you think about it, Gon is the type of child that doesn’t want things handed to him, so maybe Ging was implying that he didn’t want to see Gon until he continued to push and work towards finding him. Still, that’s a horrible way to reacted once you’ve found out that your son is about to die. Here are some questions that I’m sure most of you have:
Why did Hisoka want to talk to Ging? Does he know that Ging is related to Gon?
Why does he refuse to go anywhere near Gon?
Why does he only talk to Gon on a high tree and not on the ground where everyone else is?
Why did he send his son on a goose chase just to find him?
I don’t want to say that I hate Ging but I strongly dislike him. (If he did do this) Why would you abandoned your child and leave him with your sister for her to raise? Then you send your 12 year old son, who had endured so much emotional pain/trauma from beasts he had to fight along the way, BTW, just to meet you and then you only talk to him once your high off the ground? Ging, not the best guy in the world and certainly doesn’t deserve the #1 Dad mug.
Did Ging do all of this so he could make his son stronger while he was away?
In regards to question 1, I’ve seen some rumors on YouTube implying that Hisoka had an agreement with Ging to watch over Gon until he returns. I’m assuming this was after Gon left home. Ging said that once Gon returns home safely he and Hisoka will fight until the death.
Do you all remember when Hisoka told Gon something along these lines at the end of their fight at Heaven’s arena?
Many people have suggested that Hisoka had been protecting Gon and Killua from fighting opponents they wouldn't win against and it makes sense. He wouldn’t let them pass until they learned about Nen and beat the crap out of them hoping that the pain would cause them to quit fighting and never receive their Hunter’s License or take on strong opponents. Now if that last part is true, why would Ging set up an entire game to lead Gon to him? That's still twisted no matter how you look at it. Like I said, this manga is twisted in ways that I can't understand, lol.
Hisoka and Gon consistently fighting reminds me of Danny Phantom and Vlad Plasmius.
Another person implied that Hisoka and Kite were people directed by Ging and along the way included Bisky (just by coincidence).
I would like to make a note. Pictures that were taken of young Ging portrayed him to be a happy and proud man but present day Ging looks angry, unhappy, and always ready to fight. Could this be due to the horrific nature of the Hunter's exam and other opponents that turned his innocence and humanity into something worse? We see the same thing happen to Gon. He was a happy bright kid that allows his anger to spiral out of control...and always wants to fight.
Well, you know what they say: Like father like son.
Ging and Gon finally have a talk as father and son.
Apparently, Ging is on his way to the Dark Continent and forbids Gon to follow him. Overall, Ging has a toxic love for his son by consistently pushing his away until the very last second. I don’t know what is up but this anime is the definition of toxic love.
I can definitely say that Ging is a much better father than Zarkon. At least he acknowledges Gon unlike Zarkon who thinks his son is weak because he is half Altean. Damn, anime/manga’s; what’s up with the toxic father trope? Is this supposed to be the driving force to marketing these male characters stronger? Not going to lie, the toxic or sexist father trope is old and annoying .
This part of the analysis is based form what I’ve heard about Ging, YouTube clips, and what has been said about him. Of course I’m probably leaving out a lot of information but that’s because I haven’t seen the rest of the seasons.
Judging from photos kept around the house, Ging always wore his hat over his eye. I guess he was going for the Emo look when he was younger. His hat has hairs stick out from it which probably implies a certain type of cloth the hat is made from. In other instances, He has his hair sticking up like Gon’s but has a cloth wrapped around the edges. He wants them to be on fleek you know? Other times he just has his hair out with no hat or cloth. He usually wears white pants, shirt, and a blue cloth over his front and back side.
I hope you all enjoyed this. I did try my best and I am so sorry that it is short.
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hi hi i want to get into corpse/dream/sykkuno and all those guys bc i think i would enjoy the content based on the snippets ive seen but theres so much content idk where to start!!! do u have a recommendation for where/how to start thank u <3
hi! i’d recommend w starting w their youtube channels :) amigops are famous for among us + prox among us, dream team is famous for manhunt + coded minecraft challenges videos :D i will list some videos i think u should watch according to each of these content creators!!
Sykkuno: (posts almost daily highlights from his streams)
I made Dream and CORPSE simp for me in among us
I protected Corpse as impostor in among us
The haunted storage! My greatest impostor play yet
that awkward moment when...
Valkyrae: (stream highlights too! here’s the prox chat among us era ones, some of these have really cool animations!)
BABUSHKA!
5000 IQ CONFUSING BIG BRAIN PLAYERS ft DREAM AND TOAST
BARK BARK WOOF BARK ARF ARF BARK
Proximity Voice Chat in Among Us is CHAOTIC!
Disguised Toast: (daily uploads, among us stream highlights, he also has dope animations in his videos)
the greatest Among Us IMPOSTOR game ever...
marinating congresswoman AOC in Among Us with 3800 IQ...
Disguised Toast’s 10,000 IQ Among Us special...
my 8200 IQ PROXIMITY CHAT strats cause pure CHAOS...
Corpse Husband: (posts rarely since he’s making music but his videos r p well put together imo)
How I Admitted I Was An Imposter And STILL Won Against The BEST Among Us Players...666 IQ Plays
CORPSE 666 IQ Best Among Us IMPOSTER Plays
Luring My Friends To Their Death in Proximity Chat Among Us | CORPSE 666IQ IMPOSTER PLAYS
Sykkuno And I GASLIGHT The Lobby And Create A GRAVEYARD
Dream: (before u ask. yes he is an IDIOT but also the fact that he chose to name the manhunt videos this way is incredibly funny to me. i distinctively remember clicking on his channel n being like wtf are these videos even about. why do they have SO MANY views. now i know. ok thats it ik im linking like 10 videos but they are mandatory n tbh i would link a few more but i’ll leave u w just the 3 & 4 hunters videos)
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 3 Hunters
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 3 Hunters REMATCH
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 3 Hunters FINALE
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 3 Hunters FINALE REMATCH
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 3 Hunters GRAND FINALE
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 4 Hunters
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 4 Hunters REMATCH
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 4 Hunters FINALE
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 4 Hunters FINALE REMATCH
Minecraft Speedrunner VS 4 Hunters GRAND FINALE
GeorgeNotFound: (the friend mentioned in all these videos r dream btw. dreams in... p much 95% of his videos. same goes for dream except id say george is in like 80% of dreams videos?)
Minecraft, But I’m Not Colorblind Anymore...
Minecraft, But My Friend Is A Dog...
Minecraft, But If You Laugh, You Lose...
Minecraft, But If You Laugh You Lose REMATCH
Minecraft, But I Put A T Shirt On Every Minute...
Minecraft, But My Friend Is A Parrot...
Minecraft, But Item Drops Are Random And Multiplied
Minecraft Death Swap 3... (parts 1 n 2 are on dream’s channel)
Minecraft, But You Can’t Touch The Floor...
Sapnap: (HE HAS LIKE TEN VIDEOS OK I CAN’T REC AS MANY love him tho uwu)
Minecraft, But We Are All Colorblind...
Minecraft, But Every Mob Looks Like A Pig...
Minecraft Achievement Race...
Minecraft, But We Can’t See Our Health...
TommyInnit: (ok he’s not in the dream team but i really wanna shoutout his videos w dream’s sister. they’re really funny also i like how his videos have color coded subtitles for accessibility :) v good for people w audio processing issues!!)
I Spoke To Dream’s Sister
I Spoke To Dream’s Sister AGAIN
I Spoke To Dream’s Sister IN SECRET
I met Wilbur Soot in real life...
and that’s it :) feel free to ask me if u want any explanations on why u should watch a certain video or explanations of whatever or if u liked something u saw or if u wanna talk to me about anything re!! these friend groups!!
#ask#amigops#mcyt#dream team#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#sapnap#sykkuno#valkyrae#corpse husband#disguised toast#tommyinnit#i wanted to talk quackity too but tbh i haven't seen many of his youtube videos#mostly his streams#quackity is chef KISS tho#god it was so hard not to info dump here#i really just said drop links#anyway here u go#i hope this helped#fruitymuppets#askplus
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I am slowly filling this OC question meme with all my WoD characters and it is a lot of fun, but also very exhausting.
Here is your chance to get to know more about Stanley, my sewer goblin Nosferatu boy ❤ ❤ ❤
❤ There is also a video process of this painting on my Youtube channel ❤
1) Stanley rarely gets angry, when he is supposed to be angry he instead get anxious and either starts to talk nonsense or stays silent.
2) He finds the idea lovely, but he knows that he will never meet anyone he could call a soulmate
3) More than being a pet peeve it just really makes him uncomfortable: when people are loudly shouting at him or at someone else.
4) He often thinks about his early childhood before he was seprated from his baby sister.
5) Probably the time he spent in the hospital before he found out about the Nosferatu and became their ghoul. Before that incident, he was feeling safe, taken care of and loved having a routine, knowing the place well and always looked forward to visits from his sister.
6) When he was separated from his sister and put into different foster homes.
7) He wouldn’t even go to a bar, too many people and too loud for his taste.
8) He was pretty badly beaten up when he was living on the street, but nothing was ever broken. After the Embrace he made Maks (his Sire) pretty unhappy a few times which resulted in him getting a few broken ribs. He tries to stay away from danger, but sometimes it doesn’t work out.
9) He would like to forget finding a dead woman’s body in the sewers.
10) His happiest memory is playing peek-a-boo with his sister in the driveway, he was oblivious about the world and his future. Life was good at that moment.
11) No, he doesn’t. His type is everyone who would treat him nice and made him feel safe :) He currently has a woman he got kinda attached to, only because she was nice to him when he accidentally bumped into her on the street. He had a hoodie over his face and it was dark. She thought he was a homeless kid. She helped him gather all of the small trinkets he dropped in the collision and he was captivated by her kindness, so he followed her home XD
12) Many – he has a collection of various random things he found in the sewers, he collects everything that catches his attention – mainly some personal things like rings, bracelettes, scrunchies, he even found a photo album. He remembers the exact place he found each of his possessions and he likes to imagine stories for each item. He keeps bracelet of the dead woman in case he would one day found out her identity and could return it to her family.
13+14) He has no tattoos or piercings, only way too many fangs in his small mouth that pierce his lips and cheeks XD
15) His dream house would be somewhere where he would be frozen in time as a happy child together with his sister.
16) You would not expect to find out that he is actually not a child, but a grown man, his small and frail stature is deceiving.
17) He has always good intentions with gifts, but he is not the best at choosing gifts XD He misjudges other people’s interest in smelly, sewer treasures XD
18) He knows he has a great memory, but because it has brought him so much trouble, both internal and external, he isn’t really proud or even happy he has an eidetic memory.
19) A stranger would describe him as a weird, smelly kid who talks too fast XD
20) Someone who spent more time around him and got to know him more (Mateusz) would describe him as a scared, smol man who might look like he can’t even count to ten but is actually very clever, but let others walk all over him because he is afraid of conflict.
21) He, himself is a walking insecurity :) But his biggest one is to not be understood when talking as he normally talks pretty fast, but when he is nervous and considering how many fangs he has it is sometimes hard for him to make sense and then he gets even more agitated as he is worried he will convey the message in a wrong way.
22) Physical: dexterity, non-physical: wits
23) Depends on the nature of the lie, most likely he would just nod and tried to understand the reason why he was lied to.
24) He has fond memories of the summer as when he was on the street, summer nights were warm and he didn’t have to worry about freezing to death. Aside this he is indifferent to the weather.
25) From romantic point of view he never had anyone he could say these words to, in general terms he only said I love you to his sister. He wouldn’t have a problem saying it first, but as a Nossie he knows that chances of him finding someone who would even want to spend time with him are almost none, so he will probably never say it to anyone else.
26) His only issue with openly sharing his worries is his fear of not being believed or worse be punished, so it depends on the person. If he knows that the person won’t get angry at him, he will share his worries.
27) No, he never saw anyone die. But the dead woman in the sewers was the first dead body he saw and he can’t erase the empty look on her face, it haunts him every night. He feels sad for her, being left there nameless, alone, dumped like trash. She surely had family somewhere and maybe they are still looking for her to this day…just like his sister is looking for him…
28) He totally is ticklish, he is very sensitive to touch, mainly because he is not used to be touched at the first place.
29) Very low pain tolerance, he hates being in physical pain and he knows that he now can heal pretty much everything, but it doesn’t take away the fact that he would much rather avoid getting hurt in the first place.
30) He wishes he would have been brave enough to say no to some of the things he is asked to do.
31) He isn’t a particularly messy eater, he mainly feeds on rats, not because of the guilt, but because he thinks that feeding from mortals is very stressful and scary ordeal.
32) Most unloved: when he got stuck obfuscated in the same room as the woman he followed home and unfortunately had to watch her and her date being intimate with each other. Not only he felt innapropriate, but it made him feel so lonely and sad that he never in his life felt so safe with someone to share such closeness and now he never will.
33) When he was reunited with his sister after years apart. Despite her being the younger sibling she basically took care for him and did everything she could to get his mental health problems under control.
34) He would most likely hate to lose touch as he likes to touch things XD On the other hand he would gladly lost hearing, so he could no longer spy on people :D
35) He likes small talk, because it feels relaxing and he doesn’t have to worry about saying too much.
36) He would have asked Maks if he ever cared about him as a person or if he just considered him a tool, a good asset to have because of his memory skills.
37) To the past, to his early childhood to spend more time as a naive child with the person he cares the most in the world.
38) positive: his sister – she made him feel loved and made him feel like he mattered, the staff and other patients in the hospital – they made him feel safe, cared for and not alone, negative: various people he met while he was on the street, his foster families, and to an extent his biological parents though he didn’t meet with them after.
39) Depends, in the hospital he liked being surrounded by people because they were nice and he felt safe with them, as a Nossie he prefers to be alone because the other Kindred most often than not scare him. He likes to spend time with Jamie (the ghoul that is living in the sewers with them) because of her child-like personality, she seems harmless and he likes that.
40) The scary thing that he had seen in one part of the tunnels one night, nobody believes him but he is pretty sure there is something terriyfing livin there. Aside this probably his Sire Maks, but he had heard that he met Final death.. apparently by Mateusz’s hands of all people…
Stanley © me/doloresdraws
#my art#clan nosferatu#oc Stanley#vamily#doloresdrawsocs#wod#World Of Darkness#vtm#vtr#vampire the requiem#vampire the masquerade#digital portait#digital painting#Vampire Art#chronicles of darkness#nossies
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AALIYAH’S IMPACT ON ME THRU THE YEARS
Disclaimer: This is 100% my events and outtakes on MY memory growing up with the late Aaliyah Haughton. Although I have no shame, I will not be displaying my age on my timeline (but if you know, ya know)
STILL EDITING...✍🏼✍🏼✍🏼
Aaliyah album ONE IN A MILLION was released 5 days ago and when I tell you I was LIVID (in a good way). I was dancing around the house for Gawd knows how long. Now, I was still listening to her albums on YouTube but just knowing it's finally release was like--like being able to cross that finish line to a never ending marathon race
AND HERE THE FUCK WE ARE
I decided to make a little timeline on my whereabouts and memories during THE AGE OF LIYAH
1995-1999
['95-'96]-is when I first heard of Aaliyah, her video BACK & FORTH would come on TV and I was drawn. Sure I've seen videos of other artists who dressed like her, but she was just...smooth and dainty. Later on, BAM! She had ONE IN A MILLION, IF YOUR GIRL ONLY KNEW, 4 PAGE LETTER, HOT LIKE FIRE. She was performing on ALL THAT, SOUL TRAIN, EVERYWHERE! You couldn't escape her, not like I ever wanted to. She was that cool teen I wanted to grow up to be like
['97-99]- I was a chunky kid around this time, going school shopping with my two sisters. It was always a struggle finding me something, they always stirred me away from the girl section over to the boys and it killed my spirit.
I just wanted to be...pretty and cute but I wanted to be, HER
I remember crying being a brat while my older sister was trying to convince me I would be just as cute in some Tommy H overalls. My middle sister wasn't having it because she hated my whining but my older sister was patient and knew exactly why I was the way I was. She told me
"You wanna look like Aaliyah and this is what she wore" she smiled "And look it goes with these cute yellow TH shoes as well".
My sister knew I was big and she hated that I knew, and she used my love for Aaliyah to reason with me. She was right, because everybody was complimenting me more on my TH gear than my actual weight.
Now we laugh about it because baby I was draped in Tommy H most of my youth and my dumb ass whined
EARLY 2000s
['01-02]- 2001 and I remember EVERY DAMN THANG (emotions and all). I was getting off the bus from school rushing home. I came in the house but for some reason, everybody was gather in my middle sisters room. They were watching the news and all I seen was a plane that had crushed and smoke surrendering it. I looked at the bottom and it read SINGER AALIYAH KILLED IN A PLANE CRASH. When I tell you my heart fell to my ass.
You'd think your superheroes live forever, but reality straighten me out real good. Never had I'd imagined that someone like AALIYAH would die so soon....and so young; it scared me because Death taught me that it came for anybody at any age.
Back at school, clear folders where a thing, and my mom printed some pictures of Aaliyah at her job so I could have her on my binder where ever I went. Her tribute magazine came out eventually and I'd hang the sideways poster on my wall rocking the light brown beige bikini top with some leather brown pants as she was leaning on a white loveseat
Aaliyah self titled album dropped (which my sister owned, and I stole) she only like Rock The Boat but I damned near like every song off the album
It was at my grandmother’s house we seen ACCESSED GRANTED and the World Premiere of her video for ROCK THE BOAT. After that, they wouldn't stop playing it, she stood at #1 on 106& Park for a good minute, I believe they had to retire it because was everybody kept voting to keep it on. I was still a little chunk chunk and I would do the part where she sung Rock The Boat and was on her tip toes popping her hips, guess my older cousins found it hilarious because they kept asking me to do it over and over. Petty Bitches but ya girl lost that weight...can’t say the same for the other
I went as Aaliyah on Halloween that following year. With the help of my sis, I rocked a navy blue bandanna, a bedazzled guess navy blue shirt and a pair of black sunglasses to match. I wish I could find that photo
['02]
My older sister surprised me with tickets to go see QUEEN OF THE DAMNED and I was so excited, it would be the last time I'd see her. We were rolling in her white Pontiac GM listening Brandy’s Full Moon album and I was pumped. That movie was kinda like a farewell to my favorite artist and role model as I would not think of her as heavy as I did as a kid. The movie at the time gave me a dark grungy yet sexy aesthetic to Aaliyah, I never seen her in that light and playing the antagonist at that? Whoa was all I could say. The movie ended with a dedication to her and I knew she was gone
At this time I was close to my baby cousin (practically sisters) and one memory I had was when she purchased the I CARE 4 YOU album and she also had the Japanese cd that played all her videos as well, and I can recall us studying the ARE YOU THAT SOMEBODY choreo to a T. We were having the time of our lives laughing and falling on our ass. I really miss those times; it showed that as kids we could make our own fun and how we really enjoyed life, and that was something you did have to post
MID 2000S
['15]- is when the petition of Aaliyah to have a Mac line began and as long as it had babygirl name on it...I'd sign it. I believe this was the beginning of Aaliyah slowly coming back into the limelight
['18]- This year gave us some a bit of hope, MAC announced that we could preorder AALIYAH's MAC line. I didn't know shit about putting on Make-Up but I wanted to partake in this special moment. I remember sitting in my jeep ready for that clock to strike 11 and I got to pushing buttons lol. When I got my confirmation number for the Lip Gloss and Lip Liner, I felt like I had made history.
['19]- We were now on a roll, not only did we get the MAC line off the ground but I was hearing that Aaliyah was getting a Wax figure done in Madame Tussauds Las Vegas baby! It seems as though the family was coming around and more welcoming with their precious Gem
[21]- AND HERE WE ARE! I really didn't speak much on Aaliyah's music not being released because as I stated previously, her albums were YouTube but I do understand the frustration of wanting to listen to her without the interruptions but yeaaahhh
Aaliyah played a huge role in my life, she was one of the first idols I adored, and she was like a big sister to me. Me dealing with Identity Crisis, I gravitated more towards Liyah because she was so ALLURING and how people just wanted to be around her. She’ll always be a part of me, thank you Aaliyah for grooming me into the woman I am today and furthermore in the future
#aaliyah#aaliyah haughton#black tumblr#writing#90s#black writer#stories#ranting#one in a million#babygirl
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