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eclairsnme · 9 months

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♡ POV: Being The Itoshi Brother’s Elder Sister ♡

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

More trouble and very dilf (prick) boss and yandere kaiser!!

tags: idol!you, crack comedy, reunion, familial love, sfw, somewhat of a brat (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎), lack of common sense, dilf boss, kaiser is giving me psycho killer mannn (✦థ ｪ థ), red flags!!

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

A few years ago,

You picked up the phone and read a message.

It’s a punishing journey here.

It was from Sae, your younger brother.

After reading the message, you flipped the phone to your manager.

You could not be bothered to reply to him as... well, you are in a middle of a scandal.

A rival company is trying to sue you for plagiarising their music.

I mean like ew? (¬､¬)

You debuted in the music industry one year ago and had already gathered a massive fanbase and caused a wave in the industry.

Many were hailing you as the pop star of the century. Recognised not only domestically but also worldwide.

The songs were written by you and with the collaboration of acclaimed song producers.

When all of your songs dominated the Billboard chart, you solidified your status as the youngest and most celebrated star of this era.

You know what they always say, behind every success has its own trials and tribulations, and yeah you were now experiencing that exact phenomenon — a scandalous scandal, a bad suing kind.

The rival company had been trying to produce their very own pop star using you as the manual, however, it was to no avail. Obviously.

You snorted at that. No one could compete with you, naturally.

Therefore, they had to resort to underhand tactics. Such as, wrongly accusing you of plagiarism without any ounce of evidence and trying to sue you to boot?

Huh! The audacity.

More absurdly, he annouced all that mumbo jumbo on the stupid bird app! That hellhole of an app.

It goes without saying that the news spread quickly like lighting speed! Both fans and haters became aware of it and rumors and negative comments began to circulate rapidly. They really popped off there.

What else popped off? Keyboard warriors. They came and showed the heck up. They have never typed their opinions so quickly.

Before you could defend yourself from such an outlandish claim, they had already painted you a bad reputation. You cracked a displeased smile.

It appears that your followers and supporters have left you abruptly and without any hesitation.

And they call themselves loyal fans. You pouted. People’s minds sure do sway rather quickly. That bandwagon sure has lots of passengers.

Today, a crowd gathered outside your studio to protest against what they perceive as your "sinister" conduct.

How very rude!

Prior to your debut, you had anticipated that your first scandal would involve a dating rumour with a super hot man. However, the current scandal being circulated is merely a laughable joke and not the kind you had expected.

The music you made was definitely yours last you checked. It was unquestionably from this absolutely talented brain of yours.

“Pest,” you grumbled.

Oh and what a pest he definitely is. Actually, he was more disgusting than those creepy crawlies. He had a greasy face, greasy hair and an incredibly bad breath.

You shivered. Yucky.

“That bastard!” The boss of your company slammed the table.

Your boss was a tall and well-dressed individual in his mid twenties. He was an efficient and smart, young man that had personally scouted you and propelled your career (well, that is a little too much credit to him but yeh yeh).

This company had a few B-listers if you squint... hard enough. You were his first pop star and damn, you exceeded all his expectations. Not to toot your own horn, but yes you are quite literally The Best.

After learning of the absurdity, he was absolutely furious. He was frothing in the mouth like how baristas froth them age-old milk. You found it quite funny to see his handsome face contort to such comedy.

You hid your giggle behind your hand.

He stopped and knelt down in front of you, "I understand that this situation is difficult for you right now, but I assure you that we will find a solution and overcome this obstacle together."

Even the dumbest person would know that refuting the so-called "claims" was a simple task. However, the bigger issue at hand is the individuals who have already turned their backs on you. Unfortunately, you are currently considered the most disliked public figure.

Can you believe that? Me!

To that, you grunted and took a heavy whiff of the musky meeting room.

Gain back their support?

You suddenly stood up, causing your boss to fall back onto his buttocks.

An idea crossed your little noggin. Your idea is truly exceptional, with a level of creativity that is almost unparalleled. Some people might even dare ask, "From that brain of yours?"

A true visionary of the century you would say. You snickered to your own delight.

“What’s going on?” Your boss asked in confusion.

“I know just the way to make him eat his shit!” You bellowed, lightly brushing the nonexistent dust from your Miu Miu garb.

Oh yes, eat shit he will. Bet, his shit would be the best-tasting shit he will ever consume.

Present day

You, the top idol, stood in front of the screen fake crying your heart out for your dear little brother.

“Do you not love me anymore?!” You dramatically placed your hand over your face, wiping away the fake tears.

Rin covered his ears at that infamous phrase coming from you.

As the situation “escalates”, even Rin’s teammates started to catch on to your act. As in, they actually fell for your poorly executed acting.

“Oi, Rin your sister is calling for you! You bastard of a little brother making her cry,” his teammates and Karasu collectively shouted at him, accusingly.

This was too much for Rin to handle, the embarrassment was too excruciating. He was so close to believing that you were not his sister. Heck, did you hear his internal thoughts? Because he could vaguely hear you crying louder. He shuddered.

To Rin, this was the equivalent of having his mom unexpectedly appear in the classroom and announcing every speck of mole on his body to everyone. Yet again, he shuddered.

You, on the other hand, were just about to tease him more when Mr Manager tapped on your shoulder.

“Your next schedule is in an hour, you need to get ready.”

Ah, talk about getting blue balled. You frowned. You were just about to have fun with Rin.

"Schedule? I thought I was done for today?" You gave him a look of disapproval, with your lips tightly pressed together.

"I-it's the meeting with the boss!" He spread his arms wide in disbelief, brows downturned and mouth gaping like a goldfish.

"That person would not mind," you turned away from the screen and shrugged your shoulders, "no big deal missing one or two meetings."

"You mean, multiple (all) meetings?"

Wow, talk about being unnecessarily observant. You rolled your eyes. If your eyes could roll to the back of your skull that will be great.

So, your boss has this thing where you have to meet him and then goes on to lecture you on your bad public image blah blah blah. A broken record. That is what he is. He needs to learn how to shut up.

"Please you need to attend the meeting or else," your manager took a deep breath, "he will be really angry at me. Since he also specifically mentioned the severity of your behaviour this time around."

"Andddd?" You nonchalantly glance over, not sure why you should care.

Your boss sure is a pain in the buttocks. You can handle yourself well without him. What about the severity of your behaviour this time around? This was not your first rodeo.

"Wait!" You yanked the collar of his shirt, "What do you mean by the severity of my behaviour this time around."

He miserably clutch onto his shirt to ensure he would not die to accidental asphyxiation.

"T-he paps!" He released himself from your grip and whispered into your ears, "They took a photo of you smooching a man! Boss was super - and I mean super duperrr - angry! Since this morning, he has been attempting to hide the entire situation from the public."

Smooch? The only thing you smooched was...

Oh!

Oh?

OH!

Ohhh?

OH!

So, someone did catch you getting first base with that German guy.

"Smooch?" Anri gasped, a little too loudly. Actually, loud enough for the entire Blue Lock facility to hear.

Smooch? The Blue Lock players repeated after Anri.

Anri clasped her mouth shut.

Erm oops. (Ŏ艸Ŏ)

Turns out, the screen was still on for everyone to witness.

"End of today's entertainment — hope everyone feels motivated by the special appearance of the wonderful idol," with a click of a button, Ego had the screen turned off to the disgruntlement of the players behind the screen and to the joy of Rin.

"W-we have to go!" Panic filled Mr Manager's voice as he tried to drag you out of the room.

"But my Rin!"

"You are welcome here anytime," Ego interjected.

"Really?" Your teal eyes lid up.

"Reward for work and work for reward. It is widely acknowledged that when individuals receive recognition for their diligent efforts, they tend to exhibit improved performance and exhibit a more optimistic outlook. As a result, it is imperative to provide incentives that are based on performance. By the way, I must take a moment to express my genuine gratitude for your presence here today, Miss."

You blinked at his response, "I don't know what you just said, but I will be back for my little brother, Go-go!"

Ego briefly reflects on his nickname and then lets a faint smile appear on his face, "Hope to see you very soon too."

"Ah, the boss is already calling me! We have to go!"

"Bye-bye, big melon woman!" You did not forget your manners, as you made your way out.

Anri shyly waved back at you.

Damn, I really want big boobs.

His sharp eyes met yours.

You gulped.

You felt like a deer caught in the headlight. It was just a smooch — a very normal German etiquette. No biggie. Right?

Your boss held a photograph of what you believe is the source of this man's frustration.

You took the photograph out of his hands, "I spy with my little eyes a man and an exceptionally drop-dead knockout woman engaged in - you know what? This is actually a really good photo! We could hang it-"

"For goodness sake!"

"-on the wall."

He ruffled his neatly tousled coif into a slightly messy one.

"It is just an old friend," You fidgeted with the ends of your dress.

"Friends do not eat out each other's face!" He exasperated, loosening his tie.

"I-"

"I don't think you get it. This photo shows very clearly, the nation's biggest star and the German prodigy footballer exchanging salivas! This is big big news! And it will be a scandal if people catch wind that you are going around smooching high profile people! What would people think of you? We have been through so many ups and downs together but this is your first relationship scandal. I can already imagine the looks of your fans-"

"Aren't you being a tad bit dramatic? Isn't it normal for a pretty girl like me to have relationships?"

"You are an idol!" He shouted, a little too loud that you flinched, "And what is this thing that your Manager told me? Regarding your desire for a boyfriend, please keep in mind that as an idol, you have a certain image to uphold."

You stood up and slammed the table, a little too hard — you felt your palm throb underneath. You took angry steps towards him and placed your still throbbing palm on his face ever so not gently.

He stared into your teal eyes and you saw the big gulp he took.

Taking another step closer till your head was right beneath his chin, you stared up at him and squeezed his cheeks with all your might. He groaned and grabbed your wrist.

"What is that for!" He softly clasped onto his tender, reddened cheeks. You harrumphed back at him.

"HA! Idol this idol that." You snorted, "what if he is actually my boyfriend? Have you thought of that? Plus, my fans are mature enough to understand. We've practically grown up together. Don't be delusional, old pal!"

Ah, I am really digging my grave.

"You know very well-" You eyed him sharply, his mouth clammed shut.

"Kaiser and I are super in love and so what if some paps caught us? Is it really possible for someone like me, a young and attractive woman, to remain celibate forever? I am certainly not a nun." You let your mouth run, nervously.

Wow, my grave has been dug real deeeep, very spacious if I say so myself.

To be honest, you were not even too sure what you were even saying. Your boss was being such a prick. Prickly prick. Ugh.

"When did you even meet that guy with your full schedule?" He asked, hands still on your wrist.

"Our love needs no words. Whence our eye meets, we are in love," You physically cringed at your words. Seeing the goosebumps rising from your boss's arms, you were not the only one who thought so it seems.

Great. Just great.

"Let us set this straight. So you are telling me that you are in a relationship with that football player?"

"Why do you act so surprised? C'mon, I have two fine brothers who are also football players. What can I say? I just love a man who can treat the ball right. It is all bound to be. Therefore this is no scandalous scandal you should be worried about."

He releases your hands and stuffs his hands inside the pocket of his suit, reaching for the cigarette pack. He let out a deep breath and then proceeded to light a cigarette. With a shaky breath, he exhaled the thick smoke, his head throbbing from pent-up exhaustion and frustration.

You almost felt sorry for him, almost.

"Sooner or later, the news will explode. I will have a statement prepared for the media. Get ready."

Oh jolly, will you look? My grave is the size of an Olympic pool! How spacious. Sorry, big man.

Your boss was a good man that cared for you. But sometimes it gets overbearing. Very red flag. Do you think maybe that's why he's still single? I mean, he's got a lot going for him - eligible bachelor, CEO, and let's be real, he's pretty good-looking. But there's gotta be a reason, right?

Ladies, if you need a man you can call me.

ヾ(о-ω･)ﾉ⌒★

Kaiser smiled to himself.

The brightness of his phone deepened his smile into one of a Cheshire cat.

On his phone was a picture of you helplessly holding onto him as he savoured your lips.

"Aren't we cute together?" He said to no one in particular as he caresses the rose tattoo on his neck.

Oh, how the world so nicely revolves around him that fate has brought you back to him.

It would be wonderful if you could be in his embrace at this moment.

He puts down the phone and closed his eyes.

Be patient. Mein göttin.

"You should go back to sleep," Sae's soothing voice nearly put you to sleep as you struggled to stay awake.

You heard rustlings on the other end of the call, pretty sure he was in the middle of his training.

Oops.

"I made a fool out of myself today!" You lamented, snuggling deeper into your silky covers.

"Aren't you always a fool? What did you do this time? Lo siento. Estoy hablando con mi hermana-" You could hear another feint voice conversating with him. Must be his teammates. You yawned.

"- I am sure it is nothing too serious as always. You are tired, go sleep," Sae returned to the conversation.

"It is really really bad..." you spoke softly, rubbing your face onto the silk.

"Did you kill someone?"

"My boss looked like he almost died but no," You stretched your aching body, "I think I just got myself a boyfriend, more like I just told my boss a big lie that is about to be publicised...That guy is not even my boyfriend and when he hears of this garbage - oh boy is he definitely going to have a heart attack. I am in big trouble."

"You dug your own grave," Sae said, cooly.

"I know right, the grave is swimming pool sized."

"Who is the unlucky guy?"

"Kaiser Mikel?" You attempted to recall his surname.

Sae paused for a second before he replied, "Michael. Michael Kaiser?"

"Oh, you know him?"

"I do. He is a... good player. Sister, how did you even get involve with him?" This time, Sae sounded genuinely curious very unlike his usual disinterested self.

"You see," you hugged your bolster tightly, "some bugger quote on quote took a photo of us exchanging salivas."

"Excuse me?" Sae choked, "Exchanging salivas? Mierda-" You could imagine your brother's incredulous yet icked face right now. Well, he wanted to know and you delivered. ｢(◔ω◔「)三

"You heard me right."

"I wish I did not just hear that. But Kaiser and you?" Sae did not fail to exaggerate the last part almost in a manner you did not enjoy.

"Why did that sound like you are mocking me?" You grumbled underneath your soft duvet.

"I don't think that guy will mind being your boyfriend if that helps," Sae shook his head thinking about the German prodigy.

"Really?" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with sleepy excitement.

“Yeah. He- Dame un momento. I have to go now. I'll send you a text message. Go to sleep now," he paused briefly, "and have a good night."

There the phone line goes. Silence.

As if Sae had actually cast a sleeping spell on you, your head sank back onto the plush pillow and you succumb to silky sheets pulling you into a dreamy languor.

A boyfriend sounds nice... right?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The sound of incessant phone ringing filled your room, grumbling under the sheets, you unwillingly pick up the phone.

"Who is it?" You drawled on every word in a drowsy stupor.

"Guten morgen, mein engel!"

You ended the call.

When did you fall asleep? You were having such a nice conversation with your brother too.

As you glance towards the window, you notice that the sun has barely even risen. Feeling lethargic, you let out a groan while still in bed.

Five more minutes...

Your dark lashes fluttered shut as you inhaled the fresh scent of cedar from your sheets. You sank softly into the mattress as sleep slowly envelopes you-

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You moaned softly.

"Five more minutes..." You spoke quietly to the spirits in your room.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Five just five-"

Ring. RIng. RIng.

Your eyes snapped open, half awake and half annoyed.

"What is it?" Mouth still dry as you tried to sound as harsh as possible to the rude morning caller, but it came out sounding like a meek, saddened mouse.

"Is mein liebling still sleepy?" The timbre of the caller's voice sent chills down your spine.

You know this voice! You rubbed your sleepy eyes and cleared your dry throat, "Kaiser?"

"Yes, Liebling." He purred.

Your bare arms prickled, sending you chills.

You were still sleeping, right?

"Er- wwie komme ich zu Cologne (*how do i get to Cologne)?" You spouted a random German phrase you so happen to remember from your travels.

"You are very cute," he lightly chuckled.

Oh damn, maybe you were half asleep but that was a pretty nice-sounding chuckle. Still, you did not understand what he just said.

"Someone reached out to me and said you are very much in love with me and that we are in a loving relationship," he continued softly, clearly enunciating each and every word you did not understand, "I am very very flattered, Liebling."

You feigned laughter in response, not sure what you are laughing at but he was laughing too so you are safe.

"Yes, it is a joyous occasion," Kaiser laughed in tune with yours.

Seriously, what is this man saying? You thought to yourself between laughs.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）the end (for now) ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

sike! Extras!

Sae is very unimpressed by Kaiser's courting of his sister. He does not know much outside of soccer but he sure as hell knows that Kaiser's method was, to say the very least, strange. He just hopes the German fella does not hurt his sister. That would be extremely troublesome.

<also, how would you react if you met someone like Kaiser irl, because girlfriend he is screaming red flag to me>

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madarasgirl · 1 year

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Without You

Friends…I am a Mrs. now! The wedding stuff turned my head to goo...feeling very romantic (but also horny). Sorry for the sappiness in this story, which I baked on/off over the past month. This Alucard is pretty soft with his Reader until he wants to troll.

With how important a concept virginity is in the world of Hellsing, I was surprised by the lack of virginity loss fics, especially with a partner Alucard actually cares for. So I wrote one. Your decision was made. You will not forsake your humanity in exchange for an eternity with your vampire King. On the night he was to take your virginity, there will be no going back.

“Eternity is a long time, little one.” Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x Fem!Reader, Vladcard x Reader, Riocard x Reader. Romance, angst/comfort, emotional sex, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex, sex marathon, slight bondage & BDSM, partial mind control, anal, snowballing (?), tiny bit of predator/prey (Alu can’t help that side of himself), AFTERCARE, Alucard uses his abilities... Words: 10441

Tumblr won't let me post the full fic even though I've seen longer fics here before. So here's the link.

An excerpt is below the cut.

Dracula was crying. It felt as though he murdered you metaphorically even if you were still living, which was foolish because the sex only solidified the fact you will never turn into a ghastly vampiric monster like him. Yet the act also represented the end of something. The dream that you might always be together. Bloody tears stained his face and the silky sheets. He held you close, squeezing you into the soft mattress as he wept silently, unwilling to let you physically part from him.

You understood. Your arms found their way around his broad back and caressed soothingly in an oval track. Salty tears fell down your cheeks as you mourned with him –you mourned the fact you won’t always be there for him.

Sir Integra gave her blessing to your relationship with her servant years ago, instructing you to take care of him because he was little more than a sobbing child. Her words were nonsensical at the time. This creature of mass destruction, a sobbing child? She had been right all along.

You kept rubbing his back while you peppered his head with light kisses. You were lost in the intimacy of the moment, but when you came to, the vampire in your arms was Alucard again, peering at you lazily like he wasn’t vulnerable just now. This was the form in which you met. You loved him as the King, but also like this. You loved him in all his forms. You pet his sinfully alluring face as he purred and leaned into your touch. He loved to be touched.

He was so beautiful it just wasn't fair. His stunning appearance and cryptic mannerisms used to fluster the heck out of you. Fortunately, after many years together, you managed to better compose yourself in his presence. Until the next time he discovered another way to pester you, as Alucard does.

The Cheshire grin told you he heard your thoughts. “I’m not reading your mind, sweet, you are telling me.” He looked too pleased with himself. You exhaled. Nothing was fair to begin with when it came to this immortal being. “Come love, join me in the bath,” you told him, making to get up from the tear-stained bedsheets when you were swept off your feet and into lean arms several feet off the ground. “Alu, I can still walk!” You laughed at his overprotectiveness.

A sound at the back of his throat reverberated as he silently drew the bath and poured in scents and products, never letting you out of his grasp while he waited for the tub to fill with steamy water. “We will rectify that by the time I am through with you.” He finally replied, lowering both of you into the water, a devious grin painting his lips.

The bubbly water level reached your shoulders. You wriggled against a toned, lanky body to get comfortable, ignoring the boner poking your rear as you enjoyed the bath with Alucard. His head was thrown back against the tiles as he felt you shift around, your vampire the image of relaxation and contentment, his long limbs hanging awkwardly outside the tub. You sighed and leaned against him, the soothing water jets the only sound in the room.

He washed you, sweat and fluids sliding off your body with each swipe of his hands. "My Queen. My love...I will protect you. Always." His voice was low, eyes lidded and rippling with intent as he scented your rising arousal.

He buried his long nose in the crook of your throat and crooned, the elixir of your blood that raced under the skin ravishing his senses. He had been obsessed with your neck since the night you met. How he loved to lick, nuzzle, and sniff your throat. Running dexterous fingers down your waist, he found slick vertical lips once more.

The vampire made his infamous landshark smile from behind you, two rows of pointy teeth glinting in the soft light of the bathroom. He lapped at the side of your jugular, a low moan sounding deep from his chest as he teased, “So tempting, love.”

You snickered, head tilting over as if to invite him in, daring him to bite as you held his head and pushed his mouth against your throat. His teeth ached with the compulsion to drink, your intoxicatingly heady aromas tickling his bestial nature…

His fangs descended, his cock twitched. Alucard growled, huffing and finally ripping away from the urge to sink fangs into your vein. “A dangerous game you play, little one.”

#alucard x you #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard #alucard smut #alucard fanfiction #hellsing fandom #vladcard #riocard #post-30 year interval #alucard #alucard hellsing #hellsing ultimate #a bit of fluff but mostly heavy smut and some angst #yes I think Riocard is kind of scary

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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year

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Okay these tags on this post reminded me of a HoO/TOA thing that I complain about a lot but I don’t think i’ve ever elaborated on here:

[Image ID: Tags from @fr0zenpepsi reading - “#and jason fUCKING DIES before he even get fixed like #you dont know how excited i was when the diorama thing was mentioned like #make him artistic too!! make him be into architecture too! #and he plays lacrosse???? #like his character has sooo much potential yet hes just a boring white guy :< #thats prolly why his death is pretty lame #it meant a lot to the plot but like do we even know who we lost?? #more than half of the fandom doesnt even like him bc hes just so plain :/ #also hazel is a queen and i love her shes literally the best” /end ID.]

One of the big issues I take with both HoO and TOA is that literally every death in both series feels cheap because death has lost consequence. For the majority of HoO it’s at least somewhat still of a risk, but even things like Tartarus feel extremely lackluster when we actually encounter them - Tartarus especially after we saw how much it affected Nico, but then Percy and Annabeth’s plot armor kind of negates all of the threat and it feels like they don’t actually experience much more than their usual threats down there or that it has any lasting effect on them. And after Leo’s “death” we’re basically solidified into “Death has no consequence” because we just finished a series with at least SIX INSTANCES of major or minor protagonist-aligned characters notably directly cheating or miraculously avoiding death (Jason, Hazel, Gwen, Frank, Jason again, Leo), not including also miscellaneous minor antagonists. Which is aggravating because you can make a “Hey, these characters can’t die!” plot work, especially if that’s the root problem they’re trying to solve! It does work in TLH and SoN! And we’ve even seen it before in Battle of the Labyrinth when Percy fights his half-brother!

But HoO basically nullifies all consequence the characters face from MoA onwards and post-BoO “death” carries no weight, because by this point we have so many excuses to get around it or avoid it or come back from it that who cares! And this continues to be a thing post-TOA! Even just in the plot summary of Chalice Of The Gods we’re introduced to YET ANOTHER “Cheat death!” item! And I’d bet we’re gonna get one in TSATS too cause we’re almost guaranteed to see Damasen again, and the like one singular myth that exists referencing Damasen also specifically mentions an herb called “the flower of Zeus” that can revive things from the dead.

And it’s extra annoying because in TOA we keep getting character deaths shoved in our faces and told we should care about them, but either they’re characters we have little to no emotional connection to (such as, like, All Of Camp Jupiter in Tyrant’s Tomb when the camp is threatened and we’re told we should care, but we’ve barely seen the camp at all besides beginning of Son of Neptune and beginning of Mark of Athena, and the only living characters we get to actually see in Camp Jupiter from before TOA are Gwen, Dakota, Don the Faun, and our HoO protagonists.)

And Jason’s death is particularly annoying because a.) He’s essentially cheated death twice already [Piper bringing him back from either death or near-death when he accidentally witnessed Hera’s true form, and then his whole spear injury that was slowly killing him but was healed with [checks notes] the power of friendship], and b.) the scene DIRECTLY PARALLELS HIS FIGHT WITH MIDAS. Which, you know, he WON. VERY EASILY. And you can’t even argue “oh but this time Piper and Apollo were right there so he couldn’t have done the same thing!” because PIPER AND LEO WERE THERE WITH MIDAS. Heck, so was Lit! Who also survives and comes back in TOA! So not only is there no excuse for Jason to have not somehow miraculously avoided death (alongside every other TOA character, basically), but he SHOULDN’T HAVE DIED IN THE FIRST PLACE because THAT’S NOT A FIGHT HE SHOULD HAVE LOST! Him losing that fight is directly contrary to what we know about his character! And “he shouldn’t have lost that fight and died” doesn’t feel tragic here, it’s just aggravating! It’s just bad writing! And there’s no way around it because nobody cares about characters dying by that point in the series anyways because it doesn’t mean anything! We’ve had too much random death fodder in HoO (like the Hunters) directly alongside characters experiencing little to no consequence when they should from their experiences (Percy & Annabeth in Tartarus, literally every character nearly dying, etc.). The only characters we do see experience any kind of lasting consequences from near-death experiences are Hazel having blackouts in Son of Neptune (which are magically erased by Mark of Athena) and Nico being heavily implied to be permanently physically disabled after Tartarus (which is half-ignored when not plot relevant in TOA and completely ignored in the short story Un Natale Mezzosangue, which gives me reason to suspect it will also be ignored in TSATS). Not to mention Frank’s curse is also randomly erased in Tyrant’s Tomb, which is extra stupid because by following the logic of that scene his curse should have been lost back in Son of Neptune when he freed Thanatos, because he was using his curse for the same exact reasons with the same exact mindset. He literally did his character arc twice. Whatever.

HoO and TOA are just such a mess writing-wise of Rick trying to haphazardly incorporate as many myths as he can with zero attempts at cohesiveness that it doesn’t make any sense (I invite you all to read just the Team Statue chapters of BoO and take a moment to process how absolutely nonsensical it is) and he fails to consider the consequences of including certain myths, both in terms of how their aspects will impact the larger plot and also the historical context behind those myths and if how they’re being applied is offensive.

TL:DR: Jason’s death is stupid from literally every angle and HoO and TOA have a problem with literally any kind of narrative consequence.

#riordanverse #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #toa #trials of apollo #jason grace #meta #long post #fr0zenpepsi#sorry to hijack your tags lmao #i just have a lot of thoughts on why Jason's death is lame and i 100% agree with you the fact that we barely *know* Jason is part of it #ergo the same problem in Tyrant's Tomb when we're literally just told we should be sad about all these background death fodder romans #but we've only seen Camp Jupiter like twice up until that point so there's literally no reason for us to be emotionally attached to anything #like. oh nooo CJ's in trouble.... why do we care?#CHB we care about because it's a major setting we see often and we've developed a connection to #if we had another series focusing on just the romans then it'd probably be different and we'd care a *lot* about CJ #but we. don't. so we don't. and putting CJ in any kind of peril is meaningless #not that the peril TOA puts on CHB is actually anything at all either. in Hidden Oracle it's at most the same peril as the desert in TTC #and it gets nullified extremely quickly with even less tragedy. its downright humorous actually. which is almost worse #and then same thing in ToN when the demigods fighting in the building are literally being treated like theyre on a field trip #this is supposed to be the BIG FINAL BATTLE and the forces of CHB are... a bunch of 12 year olds playing?#honestly HoO and TOA almost feel like Rick got scared of actually having CHB be threatened and so turns to humor instead #and so every fight that happens there post-first series feels like it's not being taken seriously #or that it's extremely rushed. or both. and fights involving the majority of camp doesnt actually put the campers in danger #like okay Camp Jupiter gets a zombie apocalypse and tons of death.#CHB? the kids go on a field trip to beat up the Tri's lackeys and nobody gets even seriously injured #besides the characters who arent campers or like. our protagonists get a little thrown around but thats it.

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dayeongi · 1 year

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Hi, shikatema lovers here! ☺️

So I've been in my feeling lately and want to reminisce the feeling of all the good shikatema stories. Do you have any recommendation of shikatema's ff that is a lil bit angsty? Or any great shikatema stories that I really need to read for my mental health?

Thank you and I love your stories too!

Hi there!!!!!!!

This is all based on my history from AO3 and over 10 years of having a FF dot net account so some of these may not be to your taste, and some of them I read a long time ago, but what I can promise is they’re memorable. Blanket recommendations are very up-to-date and can definitely vouch for!

Some of this may be incomplete so please keep an eye out before you read if you’re only looking to read completed work!

Yeongi’s faves:

Truth or Dare (Astroboy) by ChlorineObsession

coffee shop soundtrack by viiisenya - “Goddamn it, Chouji, I thought the second-coming of Hagaromo walked in,” Shikamaru groaned, exasperated. (HILARIOUS)

The Levels On Which We Lie by pearlsong

Between Then and Now by Snooparty - such a fun concept!

The Theory of Effort & Will by SimpArmy

The Torn by ShatteredAwe (no words. But prepare thyself, I cried again just thinking about it.)

and I'll be good (if you can tell me how) - by lollipopmania - fake dating? Spies???? YES. You can’t miss this.

Rain in Konoha by OstaraNight

Bodyguard by ArmchairAnthropologist

Hotel Rooms by ArmchairAnthropologist

Intertwining Fate by glockcourage - Such an interesting AU that I need to re-read, very memorable

Secrets and Shadows by SillySnowden

There's a Head in the Forest by greenho4

Valerie Sabrina Verzoe - always interesting concepts and dynamics - AUs so different I didn’t realize all these fics were by the same person until I started putting this together. I haven’t read their other stuff though so be warned!

Limelight

Chains

A Dance of Wind and Fire

AUTHOR BLANKET RECOMMENDATION:

Here is a few of my favorite authors that have more than 3 shikatema works I’ve read and I’m obsessed with. I will link their profile as well as what I consider my favorite of their work.

Notquitejiraiya - @notquitejiraiya

My faves:

Love Means Nothing - “It’s your problem if you’re in the firing line. You’re on a tennis court; there are gonna be tennis balls.” - This line solidified the idea that I’d made the right choice of Meet Ugly for my fic, Setting Sun

CHESS - “Chess?” she muttered. “You come to a psychiatrists office and you want to play chess?” - made me chuckle

9/10 - Only one chapter but my god, what a chapter, and I’m not spoiling a single line of it!

Majsasaurus - @unioncolours

My faves:

Trial of the Heart - I wasn’t strong enough to finish this one yet, I still have it open on a tab.

no one cries for unknown soldiers - a masterpiece and one of my favorite fics ever

SpookyMoth - @thespookymoth

My faves:

Treasures - Just such a creative AU! I love it

Torn - PREPARE THYSELF I SAY

I Want You To Want Me - BAND AU!! HECK YEA! You can’t miss this. It’s part of a series

SpicedGold

P much anything by them! But my current favorite is When All Is Said And Done

Cinder_Rose - @cinder-rose22 - a person with very evil writer plans and the will to carry them out - very scary

My faves:

Of Sand and Shadow - “Those disgustingly arrogant eyes,(...) He had never hated anything more than those eyes.” - YOU CAN’T MISS THIS

The Ruins of Us - This one is the entire reason Asuma has a bookshop in Setting Sun. Originally he was going to have an antiques shop or a stationery shop.

Clumsydragon28 - @clumsydragon28

My fave:

The Meeting Place - I had never read poetry in the context of fanfiction before but I really think this was the perfect intro!

Sunaprincess7 - @sunaprincess7 - I’ve loved their stuff for more than a decade

My faves:

Anthem for a Doomed Youth - no words.

She dances for me - one of my all time favorites! I re-read it regularly. Inspired by Memoirs of a Geisha (which is a great story, but has some controversy, which I recommend reading up on. I suggest reading “Geisha of Gion” by Mineko Iwasaki)

The Woman - "To Shikamaru Nara she is always 'The' Woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex."

I’d love some recommendations myself so if you feel I’m missing some let me know!! And thank you for your kind words about my stories!

#thank you so much for asking!#shikatema #shikatema fanfiction #shikatema fanfic #shikatema fic #fanfic recommendation

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Okay, so I was completely thrown by Paul trying to kiss Ellie the first time watching The Half of It (2020). It just felt so out of left field and I was just like, “Dude! What are you doing?” He’d literally just gotten together with Aster. How did he all of a sudden like Ellie?

Even Paul asking her if there was someone else was so shocking because it’s like: “You dummy! Aster!” (And it’s funny because not only did that question apply to Ellie, it applied to him as well. The dialogue in this movie was so on point.) He and Aster were a thing now. That’s what all of this had been for. But on the second watch, I realized that Paul’s feelings for Ellie had had a natural buildup and progression.

Truthfully, he was never in love with Aster and he and Ellie both knew it. Like Ellie said, they had nothing in common and the person that Aster had been corresponding with was not Paul. He was never going to convince her otherwise because he hadn’t even been privy to half the conversations Ellie and Aster were having (nor was he really interested). He was quite literally “hid[ing] behind other people’s words.” Ellie was the one carrying that relationship.

It was only through his bonding moments with Ellie that Paul began to understand what love actually was. He had a much easier time talking to her during their ping-pong sessions; he asked her about herself and her family; he actually listened to and understood the metaphor she explained to him about Jean-Paul Sartre’s No Exit; he listened to her sing at night when he took out the trash. He helped her find clothes that suited her and saved her from embarrassment at the talent show, showed signs of jealousy when Trig called Ellie “hot”, and let her crash at his place when she drank too much at the senior after-party. I think the letters he found in her bag afterwards were what solidified things for him: Ellie had initially dismissed and rejected his taco sausage, but once she tried it, she started writing to all of these food critics to get his name out there. (And we know Ellie’s a fantastic writer, so she made his chances ten times better.)

Ellie had invested so much time and care coaching and training Paul to give him even an eighth of a chance with Aster, despite knowing he was “probably gonna crash and burn.”

While he did get a second date (again, because Ellie saved his butt), his in-person dynamic with Aster did not improve and Alexxis Lemire noted the disconnect in that scene where Aster gives Paul the painting after her day (read: date) with Ellie. She was looking for that pensive, insightful person from her letters and kept coming up blank.

Later, Paul was much more interested in knowing that Ellie was going to be at his football game than Aster. When Ellie said that Aster had wished him luck, the first thing he did was ask Ellie if she was coming. And though he waved at Aster in the stands, he paid way more attention to Ellie, even becoming so distracted that she had to signal for him to pay attention to the game.

Then, instead of meeting Aster afterwards like he’d promised, he went to find Ellie getting Yakult from the vending machines. He didn’t seem the least bit upset about Aster walking in on their almost-kiss because his crush on her was gone. He’d developed feelings for Ellie while Ellie had fallen for Aster.

While Paul did in fact love Ellie, I think he confused platonic love with romantic love and wrongfully assumed that Ellie felt the same way for him. Heck, even Ellie’s dad thought they were together!

But I think the sweetest thing ever was Paul admitting that he loves Ellie platonically when he accepts that she’s gay. He doesn’t say, “I never want to be the guy that stops being friends with someone for loving the way they want to love.” He says, “I never want to be the guy who stops loving someone for loving the way that they want to love.”

He accepts Ellie for who she is, accepts her feelings for Aster, and opens up the floor for their joint confession about the letters.

Good on you, Paul Munsky. Good on you.

#Paul Munsky #The Half of It #Paul and Ellie #Ellie Chu #platonic love #friendship #best friends #Aster Flores #LGBTQ romance #wlw #love triangle #Alexxis Lemire #Leah Lewis #Daniel Diemer #lesbian x himbo solidarity #we love our himbo king

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kristailine · 9 months

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On Jun Kazama's personality

I have an on and off recurring tekken / kazujun phase ever since I shipped them when I was 7 years old lol. Whenever this phase occurs, I have the sudden urge to read and re-read all the kazujun fanfics and consume some canon content crumbs.

Besides this, a part of me still finds it difficult to conceptualize Jun's personality that is independent from all her ties with the supernatural and her relationship with Kazuya and Jin. The lack of information on the source material itself really allows for people to interpret her in different ways, mostly by making sense out of implicative instances and subtleties that's written in canon. I noticed the differences in interpretations mostly on fanfics.

Like I have read a ton of kazujun fanfics (fanfiction dot net, ao3, heck even tumblr and some on that dead tekken dojo website that was shut down a few years ago. You name it all) and almost all of them have in some way a very unique characterization of Jun.

Some older works stick with the orthodox, depicting her as like the purest and most tranquil person to have ever graced the Earth who also possesses little to no flaws. She's also often written as innocent and naive but has a strong willpower. I believe this kind of personality of hers was brought about thanks to the Tekken Motion Picture anime wherein Jun is very persistent about freeing Kazuya from his hatred and all that.

Other works that were made in the mid 2000s until early 2010s give her a little more dimension by making her a bit more playful and adventurous. Just like what a 22 year old woman would be (now I can somehow relate to this because I finally reached that early 20s age too and all I wanna do is explore and have fun in life).

It's not such an out of character kind of characterization to Jun when she's always been depicted as someone who's pure and tranquil. In fact, I do find this an interesting layer on her personality. Like imagine living in a remote island in Japan, learning martial arts, then probably relocating to the capital to study college (??) and get a job and become a wildlife officer then to join a freaking fighting tournament and become attracted to a man who's literally got the devil inside of him. Like if that does not scream adventurous to you then better read all that again. Miss girlie lived many lives lol. So I believe Jun being adventurous is not at all that oc, and it also adds to her fearless persona as it can be seen that she can manage change and foreign situations well (which also makes more sense how she even managed to bear with Kazuya)

Moving onto the more contemporary projections of Jun's personality as what I have observed in the mid 2010s to present fanfics. There's a theme in making her much more mature, kind of like someone who is very attuned to the ways of life. But despite that, they also show more of her humane side and her flaws (kind of like the opposite of how she's written in older fic works).

Now, I think this huge shift in how she's interpreted is because of the Tekken 6 monologue wherein Kazuya talks briefly about Jun. Then we also have Jun in TTT2. Lastly, I think Tekken Bloodline also played a role in solidifying this mature Jun personality (but to be fair tho, Jun's already a mother who's been raising her 15 year old son as a single parent on that show. I guess it's just appropriate that she becomes mature).

Anyway, I'm on this talk because all the interpreted Jun personality varies a lot and kind of clashes with one another. I only ever just realized how much I know nothing about Jun when I tried writing kazujun fanfics and realized how Jun's internal monologue keeps on having tone changes as if she isn't one person. Kinda felt like my interpretation of her is influenced by all the aforementioned personalities that I have observed in fanfics, but they all kinda clash so I need to straighten this out and try to flesh her out more so I can continue writing my drafts.

However, I do find it interesting that although the fandom really isn't given that much information about Jun, it's still very entertaining to see how different people would write and play her out in fanfics.

Tekken 8 better deliver a backstory about Jun hopefully, and also some good storytelling as well. Supporters of the franchise are long overdue with quality storytelling that provides answers to the many mysteries that surround Tekken. Most especially Jun because of her disappearance.

#kazama jun #jun kazama #kazujun #kazjun #kazuya x jun

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shockdingo · 9 months

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Starting Over II - Video Essays are Fighting in the Streets!

In my last post I made mention that the Bird app scrapped my page out of the blue, so I figured I'd start over and introduce or re-introduce you all to me & my works over here! I'm a voice actor by trade, but one of my main passions is making Video Essays. I LOVE Street Fighter and tend to make several videos about it; it's a funny thing, it's got a surprising amount of interesting story details & lore, but localization troubles in the 90s affected its spread.

First up is the video that got me into video essaying:

"Man of Mystery"

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For years I had speculated about the mysteries of the Street Fighter universe with fellow lore fans on the Shoryuken dot com forums, eventually I wanted to put my findings out into the world and make them easier to consume, thus I thought of a pilot to a YT series!

One of the more obscure of the Street Fighter roster, Q immediately caught my attention. First appearing in the last edition of SF3 - Street Fighter 3rd Strike, Q immediately had people scratching their heads:

"Is that a robot?"

"What's his deal?"

"Fedoras? Those'll never catch on, now Trilby's? I sense the 2000s are gonna love 'em!"

In the 20+ years since his debut, little has been revealed about Capcom's Combat Cryptid, buuut with a critical eye, you can notice some rather interesting details and a possible connection to a non-playable character named David Spender. Check out the vid for a dive into mystery!

G& Q: The Golden Question!

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This was a follow up to Man of Mystery and solidified my love of video essays! Street Fighter V dropped a rather striking and strange DLC character 5 years ago, he became known as G, the self-titled President of the World! This video focused on the early, pre-release speculation; when details emerged, people like myself noticed more than a few passing similarities to ol' Q and thus, I threw my thinking cap on, covered myself in gold dust, downed some tea and got to crafting this video!

G & Q: Fool's Gold!

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The fantastic follow up! When Capcom sent El Presidente to the world stage it only went to solidify possible ties to G & Q. While more mystery than answer was present, Eagle-eyed viewers noticed even more ties between the two characters, as well as a possible path for G. His story mode also featured an interesting look into the social media world of Street Fighter! Grab a snack and a delightful beverage and give this a view, heck, tell a friend! You'll never know who digs Street Fighter and a good mystery solving caper!

The Road to the New Generation! - A Street Fighter 3 analysis!

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The biggest, most involved video yet! As Street Fighter 6 was on the horizon and a user made mention that SF3 characters could use more focus, I got to researching & forging!

SF3 characters are certainly loved now, but upon their debut & for several years, they just couldn't catch a break, thus lived in the shadow of the Uber-Famous SF2 cast. This has resulted in many not knowing what the cast is all about. Quick, tell me the name of Alex's mentor! Okay, good guess, what about Magnificent Mutant, Necro...what's his real name? See?

This is a deep dive into information that's really obscure but captivating. Street Fighter 3 until SF6 was the FURTHEST in the timeline, so for ages, no one knew what happened to Ryu, Ken, Chun-Li and the rest of the cast after 3rd Strike. With SF6, we now have that knowledge and forward momentum with the lore, but at the time, I felt this would be a nice refresher before making the jump into the future.

If you've got the time, grab a snack, maybe a meal, and give this a watch. I've time coded various sections so you can focus on specific areas or even resume viewing if that makes it easier for you.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I put a lot of love and hard work into these, so it means a lot to me if you check these out! If you dug this post, I'll make more highlighting the other work I've done!

Thanks and have a good one!

-ShockDingo

#video editing #street fighter q #street fighter #Capcom #Youtube #deep dive #video essay #lore #street fighter 3 #street fighter 5

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psychospore · 1 year

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Intoxicating

A sequel to A Blood Pact.

If you want to read more Loki and Adam OLLA fics, check out my Masterlist

Summary: Adam comes back for more blood and swears your blood is unlike any other

Word count: 624

Pairing: Adam OLLA x F!reader

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It was barely two months since you last saw Adam. You haven't heard back from him and part of you thinks he might have forgotten his end of the deal. You sighed as you slumped back in your swivel chair, cupping your face and rubbing your eyes. It was rather a slow night and you are getting nowhere in your research.

You glanced at the refrigerator, seeing 4 metal canisters filled with O-negative blood when you see a familiar figure reflected from the glass door, looming behind you - Adam. You quickly turned around to face your visitor.

He was still wearing his bizarre hospital get-up that made you raise your brow as if you weren't startled as heck just a second ago.

"Dr... Y/N" he gloomily greets you.

" Adam, how have you been?" You look at him from top to bottom.

" Famished. I'm here for my supply in exchange for these manuscripts - studies of vampirism carefully curated by yours truly" he hands you a thick stack of crisp and yellowed paper.

" Thank you," you extended your arms to receive the documents, carefully placing them in a safe spot on the table. You walked a few feet over to the refrigerator where the canisters are, pulled the door open, and bent down to pick two at a time, laying them horizontally inside Adam's bag.

He picked one up, removing his mask, to take a quick whiff and a tiny gulp, his mouth went wide open to reveal blood-soaked ivories, extended canines visible. His eyes rolled back in pleasure but a tiny wince shortly followed. Still, he looked strikingly stunning. Your thighs started to pool with arousal which you hurriedly shook off by asking him about his recent reaction.

" How's it?" You asked, not noticing accidentally getting cut from the glass slide you removed from the microscope just now. Your intoxicating scent started to seep into the air within the enclosed space.

" Still the same. Something about your blood made it pale in comparison though. I'm curious," he closed in on you, making you lean against the table as his warm breath whispered into your ears.

"You make me want to drain all the blood in your body," he hissed in your ear, drunk from his recent consumption and overwhelming scent.

You took a deep breath to try and push him away but his rock-hard chest barely budged from your efforts. You whimpered, but you tried to solidify your resolve, "you still need me... alive"

He brought your shivering hands in front of him, now pooling with blood as he starts to lick it hungrily, sloppily sucking each finger until there was no more left. Each gesture elicits a sexual reaction from you, a mix of moans and sighs almost making you climax from those alone.

" You are addictive," he declares as his piercing gaze stared directly at you, mentally undressing and sucking the blood from your neck.

You could only look in sheer terror and arousal as you realized what just happened. You tried to shake off the feeling, hurriedly washing your hands to rid of the scent.

" I think your supply would suffice in the meantime. I won't be able to supply a lot of my blood up until at least 3 months since I last gave them to you. Although if you really need it... I could draw up until 5cc just for a fix. Seems like you've developed some weird liking to my blood," you nervously chuckled

" Hmm.. I'll be back soon. Thank you, Doctor," he responded, seeming like a different person from what he was just a minute ago. He's back to his aloof self. He hurriedly walked out and left with his car, along with his supply of blood.

#adam olla #adam only lovers left alive #adam olla fic #adam olla fic recs #only lovers left alive #adam olla x femreader #adam olla x yn #adam olla x you #adam olla fanfic #adam olla fanfiction

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bcbdrums · 1 year

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Those last ask, I want to give my two cents on the subject. (It got way longer than I expected)

I know this is true to every fandom, but I notice that your favorite character and ships tend to colors your perception of a show and how much you (dis)like certain characters.

And what I’ve seen in the fandom only solidifies that:

The way Ron gets portrayed in most Kigo stories (I even read Kigo stories where he was portrayed as abusive for the heck of it)

Whatever happened to the wiki, where shippers edited it to paint Ron in such an unfavorable light

There was that weird fake Reddit AMA a few months back (kill Ron? Kim having interviews to replace him? Kigo?)

Those recent ask

1/3

i agree with basically everything you said. i think you put it best when you said Shego is a victim of "draco in leather pants" syndrome. and what does it all stem from, ultimately?

she's hot. that's...that's it. she's disney's answer to harley quinn. curvaceous villain with just enough good qualities that you can apply redemption tales if you want to, but can also keep her fully evil if that is your preference. and of course, a villain who is complex like that is gonna be more appealing. a villain who is too....cut and dry evil, notice those ones don't get written about in fanfic very much...

i think you're also correct in that fandom applies the tragic backstory unnecessarily at times and reads too much into the "good qualities" she may display, or interprets them differently.

can we view Shego that way? yes, the writers made it so. and most folk who go the very tropey route do seem to always pair her with Kim romantically. and it frequently ends up feeling out of character... and those fic writers who acknowledge rather than ignore the age gap? it always ends up feeling like a big sisterly relationship that then turns romantic and feels wrong.

it kind of reaches a point where a lot of the fic feels copy-paste, you know? when they follow all the tropes.

and you're right, Shego is essentially the 'main character' in fandom, far and above Kim and Ron. just look at the reddit, for example... the actual KP subreddit has folks asking questions and discussing the show. the Shego subreddit has people posting hot cosplay and hot fanart. it all comes back to, ppl are focused on a hot babe. Kim is treated much the same by a huge chunk of fandom, but another huge chunk (hopefully the majority) recognize she's a minor.

(lol...yet another indication of Shego's age, that no one has any qualms at all about sexualizing her, but Kim thankfully doesn't get as heavy a treatment by fandom in that regard. still, happens a lot...)

in any case... you can't change what is. the majority of the world is always gonna be interested in a hot chick. doesn't matter the form of media. there will always be a crowd who mis-characterize whoever gets in the way of their ship, so Ron is always gonna get the short end of the stick in that regard. (except, take note... there is a large portion of fandom that is "Ron harem" - ppl who identify with Ron as the nerd he is and pair him with the hot chick; self-insert type stuff often as not.)

so....yeah. and overall, there IS more potential complexity to be had on the surface in writing "bad girl goes good" and then gets sexualized. rather than just "sexualize the good girl." Kim and Ron as the heroes, and Kim as the one portrayed seemingly without flaws, will always be portrayed at a different standard in fandom. there's just...less to do with them, on the surface.

some of this of course boils down to KP being mostly a monster of the week type show, and not intended for too much character development. Ron is indeed the most developed character with the strongest arc, and some could even argue the only arc. but he gets in the way of hot chick being with the other hot chick, sooooooooo... the overwhelming internet population isn't into fandom deeply the way we are. the overwhelming internet population is into hot chicks.

people are always gonna do what they want, which is their freedom to do... which makes the gems of fanfic and other fanworks out there where the characters are portrayed in a more canonical way (Shego as a lazy, evil by choice woman who has little to no interest in redemption) all the more appreciated.

all that said, could a good writer convince me in regards to a Shego redemption tale? certainly. it's all in how the story is told.

#queued post #kim possible #shego #ron stoppable #ask answer

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sirowsky · 2 years

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Chapter 13 - A Lonesome Duo

Description: Din has managed to leave Pagwu, taking you with him, which presents a number of challenges. All of which is made even more difficult by the fact that he's not exactly the same man he was before meeting you. Something he himself is struggling to come to terms with. (Dual perspectives)

Author's Note: This chapter ties in a bit more with canon events, but also solidifies this story as an Alternate Universe series.

OBSERVE! Creator chooses NOT to include warnings on this series. Read at your own risk! Be aware that this story will include violence and is not suitable for minors! 18+ONLY.

Word Count: 4550 Masterlist (This Story) Author’s Masterlist

Link to Chapter 14

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(One year later)

It’s been a long time since he last visited Tatooine. Not since before he lost the kid. And showing up without him now is sure to make Peli Motto disappointed. He does travel with a different companion these days, but he doubts that seeing you would ever put a smile on the mechanic’s face.

“Stay on the ship, okay?” he says over his shoulder, knowing you’re there even though he can’t see or hear you.

The cockpit is too small for you, but this is a cargo vessel, so the hold fills up most of the ship’s body, from the cockpit to the loading ramp at the back. He chose it specifically because it’s big enough for you to move around in, without being too big or cumbersome to manoeuvre. He hears a short hiss of hot air behind him and knows what it means.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Peli’s a friend,” he tries to reassure you, but you’re apparently not in the mood.

He hears the tips of your tails scrape against the floor, indicating that you’re agitated, just as he begins to land the ship.

“I’m sorry, but if she sees you, we’re gonna have a problem. I’ll leave the ramp open so you can easily reach me if something happens, but I need you to stay hidden unless you absolutely can’t.”

He touches down, hearing nothing more from you, so once everything is switched off, he leaves the small cabin and goes to find you in the hold, to make sure that you’re calm before he disembarks. But you’re stealthier than one might think, for a creature of your size and the fact that your chest glows. He can’t see you back there.

The body of the ship has an automated loading system with several mechanical arms and different attachments, all of whom hang from the ceiling and provide good cover.

“Pan?” he tries, hoping that you’ll at least let him know where you are, even if you don’t come out, but it seems that you’ve decided to take the staying-out-of-sight-thing literally.

It’s not so much the hiding that annoys you, you do that voluntarily around humans most of the time, since instinct still tells you to. What annoys you is not knowing where Din goes or what trouble he might get himself into. And there is cause behind your concerns, as there have been one or two incidents in the past few months when he’s been in trouble.

“Okay,” he finally sighs, “I won’t be long.”

He lowers the loading bay ramp and finds Peli standing out there with her arms crossed and her signature scowl in place, ready to tell whatever pilot disembarks, exactly how they’ve failed to maintain their ship. But that scowl becomes a surprised smile when she sees who it is.

“Mando! Thought you might’ve got eaten by another krayt dragon. How the heck are ya?”

“Hey, Peli. I’m happy if I never have to see another dragon.”

“Aren’t we all. Now, where are you hiding the greenie?” she asks, looking all excited. “I’ve been dying to see that little womp-rat, where’s he at?”

“He’s… not with me anymore.”

“Whatcha mean? He ain’t… gone… is he?” she struggles to keep the emotions out of her voice, trying not to reveal how much she likes the kid, but Din gently shakes his head.

“No, he’s with someone that can help him better than I can,” he reassures her, and she gasps a sigh of relief.

“Oh, good stars above, don’t scare me like that, dummy!” she admonishes, and then seems to remember that she’s not supposed to care so much, and clears her throat before turning her attention to the ship. “Anyway, uh, whatcha doing with this hunk o’ cargo-scrap? Thought you would’ve gone for something… faster.”

“It’s fast enough,” he says with a small smile, and she can hear it.

“Let me guess. You’ve modified the engine, thrown out the non-essential mechanics to lighten the ship, and fixed that imbalance problem at the back that all these older models had?”

“I may have fiddled with the engine,” he admits, “but the rest is original.”

“No way! This thing is a tired old piece of junk in its original state, you’d be downright stupid to buy this without modifying it. And I know you ain’t stupid, Mando.”

He has to chuckle at that, because as always, she’s right about the ship. But she also doesn’t know why it fits him so well, and it’s not like he can just tell her either.

“It suits me just fine for now,” is all he tells her, making her cross her arms on front of her chest while she weighs his words, clearly sensing that he’s keeping something from her, and trying to decide if it’s worth pushing him for answers.

“If you say so,” she finally huffs with a shrug, apparently deciding that perhaps his secrets are best not to know. “But I’d best give it onceover for ya.”

“Thanks. I won’t be very long, I just need to restock some supplies,” he says as he starts to leave the hangar, but then turns back. “Uh… you should probably stay away from the hold.”

Just about to put her droids to work, Peli’s head whips back towards him with a suspicious glare in her eyes.

“Why? You got something other than mechanical arms in there?”

“Just steer clear,” he warns, but with a tone that conveys concern rather than harshness. The less curious she is, the better.

He hears her mutter something about creeping her out when he once again turns to leave, hoping that both of you will listen to him and do as he say. But he’s far from confident that either of you will.

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You remember things better now. Your names are like anchors, grounding you to yourself and keeping you connected to your past, and that helps you to add new memories as well. But most of all, it’s being around the hunter that helps you. His presence is like a shielding blanket around your being, making sure that everything important is always close to you.

You still don’t remember your human life, but you don’t need to. He’s told you everything that he knows, which is enough for you to be aware of everything that matters. But somehow you doubt that he knows that the most significant thing of all, is him. He matters more than anything ever has, which is why you hate when he leaves. He has to sometimes, you understand that, but you still don’t like it.

It has led to some bad situations in the past, this overprotectiveness of yours, but you can’t really help it. Being separated from him for too long makes your brain falter and begin to lose track of things. So, whether it’s fear of losing him or your own mind, is anyone’s guess, but you can’t let him stray too far.

And not just for selfish reasons, either. If you were to forget, you’re certain that you’d revert back to the beast that is led entirely by age-old instincts, with no telling if Din or anyone else would be able to bring you back. And if that happened, it wouldn’t matter if you were in the middle of a war or among peaceful individuals. You would likely kill anyone around you, out of fear or just confusion.

You watch him leave from your hiding spot among the tubing and exposed wiring of the loading machine, high under the ceiling, and you hear him warn the woman to stay out of the ship, which she does. But her droids don’t. It’s just maintenance, you know that they pose no threat at all. But you still want to chase them out.

Not because of any danger you perceive from them, but just because it feels invasive. This ship is effectively your home. Yours and the Mandalorian’s. It’s the one place where you can be yourself and rarely ever have to hide, since he’s the only one that doesn’t fear you. Which is why anyone else setting foot there becomes a trespass against your fragile sense of peace.

Still, you manage to hold yourself back, letting them work undisturbed for the short time it takes them to go over the ship and take care of any little hiccups they find. But when darkness falls, you realize that it’s taken too long for Din to come back. Worry flares in your chest, stoking the flames until the entire cargo hold is glowing red, attracting the attention of the mechanic.

“What in the laser blaster…?” she mumbles as she approaches the ramp, trying to peek inside to look for the source of the light.

She doesn’t heed Mando’s warning anymore, drawn up onto the sloping surface by curiosity, while the droids hide behind crates outside. And your sense of violation suddenly escalates, turning into a deep desire to show this disrespectful human what happens when she doesn’t listen.

Fire churns in your chest, turning the limited space unreasonably hot, which is enough to make her back out again, but you’re still not satisfied. When you shift position, climbing down the wall out of sight of the woman, the hull creaks and sways as your weight moves around, and the light obviously follows.

You can hear the human scramble away as she realizes that there’s something alive in the ship, stumbling over some tools as she tries to hide. Her temperature is a lot higher than the cooling desert, so you know exactly where she is, but she’s not the one that you want to find.

You don’t really care if anyone sees you, but Din has made it clear that you should avoid being sighted whenever possible, to keep panic to a minimum. So, even though all you want is to run out and find him, you remain on the ship. But you stay close to the ramp, so that you can make a hasty departure if needed.

The memory of the last time you lost your patience while waiting for him, is still crisp in your mind. And probably in the minds of the six Kitonaks that you unintentionally scared half to death, as well. But really, how were you supposed to know that they are just incredibly slow-moving and impossible to rush? It’s not like you’ve spent much time studying other cultures.

And the time before that, when Din was visiting his teacher or spiritual guide or something, on Glavis Ringworld, you couldn’t be blamed for having barged in after him, when she’d hidden him from you for a full day. It had taken you hours to locate him. To her credit, though, she hadn’t reacted as violently as you would’ve thought a Mandalorian teacher might. Especially to one of your kind.

--The ship was parked in one of the ports while Din took care of a bounty, after which he was going to find the Armourer. He didn’t tell you anything about her, or where she might be, only that you had to stay on the ship, and then he left and didn’t come back. No one noticed as you snuck off the spacecraft, and you made sure to stay in the shadows while you searched for him, but the air wasn’t natural, and so full of strange new scents that you couldn’t detect any trace of him.

It was pure luck that finally saw you come across the smell of beskar, but even after you’d caught the trail, it evaded you several times. Passing directly underneath the ventilation or exhaust pipes of factories or ships ports, where the air was continuously pumped full of chemicals and other particles, the scent was very effectively obliterated. All of which slowed you down, agitating you to no end, but didn’t stop you.

And when you finally found him, battling against one of his own, that agitation graduated into rage. You charged his opponent, fully intending to separate him from his limbs, but Din saw you at the last second and was able to step in between.

“No, Pan, he’s a friend!” he shouted at you, while throwing his arms out to make himself bigger, to force your focus back on him.

The two other Mandalorians backed away at first, clearly rattled, but the woman drew closer again once she realized that you listened to Din.

“A Pagwian demon,” she stated simply, as if your appearance was no more remarkable than that of another human. “They are believed to be extinct, largely by the hands of our kin, no less. How have you managed to tame such a creature?”

“She’s not tamed, she’s my friend too,” he told her, before turning back to you, still hissing and spreading heat around you, unable to calm yourself after so many hours alone and searching. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long, but everything’s alright.”

“This beast… trusts you?” the woman asked, finally sounding affected by what she was seeing, and Din nodded, keeping his eyes on you.

“Much of what we thought we knew about their kind is false. Pan has showed me their side of our shared history and made me a part of it. I am as much one of them now, as I am one of you.”

“How do you mean?” she asked, and he finally turned away from you, to face her.

Without saying anything, he raised his arms in front of his body, and then quickly crossed them, beating the metal of the vambraces on his lower arms together, creating a spark. It jumped from the metal to his clothes, just as he allowed his temperature to skyrocket, turning that spark into a flame that in no time at all had spread to cover his entire upper body.

Fully ablaze and completely unbothered by the heat, he stood there to await their judgement, not knowing how they would take it, if they’d even consider him one of them anymore. He told you a few days later, that he’d been truly frightened in that moment. Of being abandoned by the only people he could remember belonging with.

“Their flame lives inside you,” the woman concluded. “How was this achieved?”

Din allowed the fire to die out before he answered, leaving a few slowly trailing vines of smoke snaking off his shoulders and head.

“Painfully.”

“You have undergone the Burn?” she asked, now with a hint of suspicion in her tone, which made you want to rip her throat out.

“Yes and no. I’m still human, so obviously the flame didn’t fully change me. But I have been profoundly altered, there’s no denying that,” he explained, and then the other man, Paz Vizsla, took a step forward.

“Then you are nothing,” he growled, clearly not happy with this turn of events.

“This is true,” the Armourer concurred, making your temperature rise in anger. “Whether half or fully burned, Din Djarin has been undone. But he has also been forged into something new. As all things are when fire grips them.”

“He can no longer be allowed to belong to the covert,” Vizsla spat behind his helmet. “Demons have no place among Mandalorians.”

“History would agree with you, hunter. But history was never presented with these circumstances,” she calmly pondered, and you found yourself cooling down a bit.

“You cannot be considering such an abomination in our ranks…” Paz all but hissed at her, but she seemed unmovable in her opinions.

“It is not for me or you to decide, Paz Vizsla. There is no discrimination among us. A Mandalorian may be of any species, so long as they swear to uphold the Creed and follow the way. To my knowledge, Din Djarin has not strayed from the path, and for that reason, he cannot be expelled.”

“But I have,” Din suddenly confessed, silencing them both. “I have removed my helmet. Both for the sake of the child, Grogu, and among the outcasts of Pagwu. I have broken the creed.”

They both stared at him for a moment, and then the Armourer took a step forward.

“Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.”--

For some reason, hearing that had hurt you, even before you understood how much they matter to him. He matters to you, his happiness matters to you, and especially after learning how important the Mandalorian family he grew up with is to him, it was painful to see the moment that he lost them.

Before you and Din left, the Armourer had spoken of a way that he could redeem himself, but Din has still not decided if that’s a path he’s prepared to walk. He doesn’t talk about it, but you can see how the conflict eats at him. How he struggles to decide between trying to remain what the Tribe made him, to turn back to the creed, or accept that he is now something different, and allow that to guide him instead.

Sometimes, the pain that this causes him makes you wish that he had never come to Pagwu. Perhaps then, you would’ve remained human and all the people in Ig’wu would’ve lived. The truth would never have been known, but in some ways that might have been just as well. Not much good seems to have come from these events.

You are glad that you can’t remember the people you knew there, or your life among them, because that would make the knowledge that you killed them all, entirely unbearable. But you are also grateful for how well you can recall most of what’s happened since then, because otherwise it would all have been somewhat pointless.

That’s still fully dependent on your connection with the Mando, though, which is why you’re starting to get antsy. He knows that he can’t stay away for too long, or you’ll come looking for him, but despite your anxiousness, you do agree with him about keeping you out of sight. No good ever comes from people seeing you.

Which is why you bide your time, holding back the fears that he won’t return, keeping your mind from spinning together stories about how he’s been captured, and someone is trying to steal his armour or weapons. Those are generally the types of scenarios you come up with, and the worse your fear gets, the more gruesome the details become.

Then, mercifully, you finally hear his footsteps against the sand, coming closer, and you can relax. Because there’s no limp in his gait, nothing at all that gives you reason to think that anything bad might’ve happened. You carefully climb back up among the machinery, not to hide from him, but just in case anyone else follows him up the ramp.

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“What in the Fuzzy Tauntaun do you have in there!?” Peli all but screams at him as he walks back into the hangar, carrying a heavily laden backpack of supplies.

Unsure of how much she’s seen or heard, he’s hesitant to offer any reply, but he also knows that she’ll keep going when she’s this upset about something, and he isn’t wrong.

“I know, you told me not to go in there, and I didn’t,” she tries to calm herself so she can explain, but it quickly twists back into frenzy again. “But something moved in there, Mando! Something big and heavy and creepy and it wanted to eat me! I could tell!”

He’s relieved to hear that she clearly hasn’t seen you, but he doesn’t quite know how to talk his way out of this, so he just walks up the ramp and puts the backpack down. He takes a quick look around, but he still can’t see you, so he walks back out to Peli.

“I know you’ve got something in there, so don’t even try and tell me I’m making it up. You told me yourself to steer clear, was that just to mess with me, huh?” she presses, and he sighs.

“Honestly… the less you know, the better.”

“Pfft. Coward,” she throws at him, but it’s a half-hearted insult, at best.

“How’s the ship?” he asks, trying to change the subject.

“Tiptop, surprisingly. She’s old but she’s reliable, I’ll give you that. Couldn’t find much wrong with her,” she says almost nonchalantly, before coming back to her annoyance. “Although I did sort of stop looking once that thing came at me.”

“I’m sorry, Peli,” he offers sincerely, and she grumbles under her breath, clearly wanting to wring some answers from him, but feeling unable to when he’s being apologetic.

“Oh, never mind. Just make sure you take the damned thing with you when you dust off, I don’t wanna find any nasty surprises lurking about in here.”

“You won’t, I promise,” he says as she starts walking back to her office with the droids in tow, already barking orders at them to get back to work.

“See you around, tin man,” she shouts after he’s already started walking up the ramp, but when he turns to say goodbye, she’s nowhere to be seen.

So, he gets back in the ship and closes the rear hatch, but it isn’t until he has the coordinates locked in and punches in the hyperdrive that he hears you climb down from your hiding spot.

“I was gone for too long, I know,” he starts while he makes sure that everything is operating normally, wanting to tell you that he knows that you’ve been worried.

“I tried to be quick, but merchants like to haggle, and I didn’t have enough credits to-…” just as he walks through the door out into the hold, he’s cut off by the sudden and unexpected headbutt you give him against his chest-plate.

Except, it isn’t a headbutt. It takes him a few seconds to understand why you just stand there, with your forehead pressed against the metal, but once it sinks in, the heat around his heart intensifies. He slowly wraps his arms around your head, almost as big as his entire torso, accepting the hug you’re offering, and giving you the comfort that you’re apparently seeking.

You’ve never done anything like this before. Seeking contact, yes, but never in such an intimate manner. When you pull away after a minute, your glowing eyes meet his and he feels certain that you’re asking him something, but he can’t work out what it might be.

“This would be so much easier if you could talk,” he says, and you cock your head to the side with what feels like sarcasm. “Okay, never mind.”

He goes to retrieve the backpack and starts to empty it onto a shelf, when he hears the distinct clang of one of your tail-ends tapping the floor. And when he turns his head to find out what you’re up to, he freezes to the spot for a moment. Because you’re talking.

Using your tails, you’re creating a circle and a question mark. A rudimentary sign-language, which Din interprets as you asking where the two of you are going. Which planet?

“Ossus,” he replies in a bit of a daze, wondering why the hell you haven’t tried this before, it would’ve helped in so many situations over the past year. “It’s where my… Where the kid is. The one I used to care for.”

He doesn’t like to talk about that with you, because he knows that you can sense how deeply it affects him, and it makes him feel exposed and vulnerable. But ever since he went to see the Armourer he’s been struggling with where to go from here, which future to commit to. And the more he thinks about it, the more he keeps coming back to Grogu.

It might just be that he needs closure. To see the kid and know that he really is doing okay, before he can move on. Or it might be that he wants to avoid moving on altogether and just go back to the good times he had with the little green guy. He honestly doesn’t know.

The past year has been so strange, nothing feels the same anymore, least of all Din himself, and he yearns for something familiar and comforting. And having lost his covert, the kid is pretty much he all he has left of his previous life. Their clan of two.

He has something similar with you now, and he does feel better knowing that he isn’t in this alone, despite everything. But Grogu is a piece of his history. Perhaps the most significant piece. And maybe, if the child still looks at him the same way, still cares about him, even now that everything about him has changed, perhaps Din can begin to accept himself too.

He could tell you all of this, he knows that you, perhaps more than anyone else, would understand, because what he seeks from his past, you seek from him. He is your only comfort, your only friend, ally, family or familiar. Your only connection to a universe that hates you. You would absolutely understand his self-doubt and fear of the future.

But that wouldn’t help either of you to move on. If anything, he feels like it would just be moving backwards. Still, it somehow feels cruel to keep it from you, given that he knows practically everything about you. He sighs heavily before sitting down on the floor, leaned against the wall while he looks at you, trying to decide if he’s up for this.

“Would you… like to hear about him?” he asks, feeling unsettled even by the idea of opening up to you like this.

It shouldn’t be so unnerving, he trusts you with his life, a little story shouldn’t be this hard to share. But deep down, he knows that it isn’t about anything other than the fear of conflict. Of opening this door, this precious door that the kid broke down the very first moment that they met, only to find that you don’t care.

He can’t quite see it, but that is what scares him. The idea that you might not love the child like he does, that you might not wanna protect him, that he won’t matter to you the way that Din needs him to matter to you. Because right now, each of you is all the other one has, so if a conflict were to separate you, you would both be completely alone.

Aside from the fact that you might turn into a mindless beast again, with the potential to destroy half the galaxy, he would feel terribly guilty if his selfishness turned out to be the cause behind you losing everything. You don’t even have a fucking species to turn to. And it’s not like you chose this any more than he did.

Laying down in front of him, you let your tails rest over your back and settle yourself in, clearly waiting for him to start talking, so your answer is yes. You want to hear about Grogu. Swallowing against the trepidation that is stocking up his throat, he leans his head against the wall as he goes back to that bounty. That first time he opened the egg, and a little green hand reached for him.

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naturepointstheway · 8 months

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So I was thinking about the...less than stellar way that Dontnod handled the "reveal" of alternate Chloe being in a wheelchair (not a good look for them the way they showed the wheelchair in the first few shots of the reveal) and being completely paralysed, and wondered if there were better ways to have the alternate timeline be unpalatable enough to Max without necessarily needing to have Chloe being totally quadriplegic and dying on top of that. So here are some scenarios I thought up and whether Max would go back again in different scenarios where either Chloe did die in the car crash, someone else is killed/paralysed, or other. It became a long post so more under the read more tag, because apparently I can write hundreds of words on overthinking a scenario, but my own research for my Masters? I'm lucky if I get 100 words in there without re-re-re-editing them over and over.

Chloe died in a car crash instantly--A bit obvious and on the nose, but Max would definitely go back to her original timeline, especially as even she wouldn't want to put William and Joyce through the pain of losing their only child. (Heck, when you refuse alt!Chloe's request, this is one of the reasons she points out why she doesn't want to accept Chloe's request!) What could make this even better is show the same signs of the storm approaching too like the beached whales and so on, which would be a good way to solidify that Chloe's death doesn't stop the storm. So this would be super easy, though it might give us a chance to see how alt!Max reacted to her friend's death. Also, it would be interesting to see if William and Joyce's marriage survives this scenario.

Chloe is quadriplegic (or even paraplegic) but healthy and living a full life--The huge bills aside, I like the idea of alt!Chloe still maintaining something of a healthy life with hobbies and stuff, and has at least a decade or so of life ahead of her. Maybe she finds a forum online where people with paralysis can get together and talk about their lives, support each other, and vent about how there are literally no ramps in Arcadia Bay and pretty much...everywhere else. However, the storm is still coming for Arcadia Bay, which means even there, her days are numbered. Here, I probably would have to say that you'd have to find a good reason for Max going back to her original timeline outside of the storm, because here, we still have William as well, and that was whom Max was trying to save. Otherwise, Max going back to her original timeline on the basis of Chloe being severely disabled (but living a full life) in this timeline would only help make her look like an ableist asshole (and give more fuel to people who really hate Max.) Unless, William still dies and Joyce ends up marrying step-douche instead, but that sounds like something that could still happen in the OG timeline as well, and you know Chloe would run over step-prick's feet with her motorised wheelchair every chance she can. Or, you know, alt!Max is absolutely and unironically dating Nathan Prescott. Y'know, something that would give Prime Max a good reason to go back to her own timeline that won't make her look like a total dick.

William is paralysed rather than Chloe -- This could go so many ways, with at least one certainty: Chloe would still have her dad, even if he's now in a wheelchair. "Our" Chloe is healthy and on her way to kicking everyone's ass at academia in Blackwell Academy and beyond, so on that note it's fine. But what if William was also dying (kinda similar to original alt!Chloe)? That would make an even harder choice I think: should Max stay in THIS timeline where Chloe is watching her dad slowly dying, or in the original one where it was just instant death in a car crash (from what we can assume)? I can see Max not wanting to put Chloe through that, but on the other hand, William is at least alive--and when he does die, Chloe would be in a much better mental space to be able to more readily handle his death (and we can assume Max would be there for her too.) It'll still be tragic, but on the other hand, we know William had lived a long and full life, unlike with original alt!Chloe who was dying and not even 20.

Joyce dies in the car crash/is paralysed instead -- We all know Chloe was much closer to William than Joyce, and while it would be hard at first, I feel like Chloe (and Max) would not be as deeply affected and would be more easily able to accept her death (or oncoming death in the paralysis scenario). While Max would definitely feel guilty for creating a timeline that meant Joyce died/got paralysed instead, she'd likely stay here (so...end of episode 4, roll credits?) Alt!Max would still likely have kept in touch as well, since here William is still alive and Chloe is healthy and fully mobile. The storm is still happening, but I get the feeling Max would still be able to convince Chloe somehow about the rewind powers, just as she had with Prime Timeline Chloe.

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cooingcrow · 10 months

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Update

Hey, been a hot minute, hasn’t it? How you doing, lovelies? I’ve been-- I’ve been... Oh boy have I been. Still trying to get my mental health under control. Atm I’m weaning off of some meds that I suspect might be giving me some problems, unfortunately it’s my ADHD meds and now my brain is all sorts of haha confused. We’ll seen real soon if that’s what the problem was.

Heck it’s hard to focus right now, but you know, I been getting some decent work done recently. Haven’t felt like working on any of my shorter stories or fan fics I wanted to pump out, but that’s because I’ve been testing a new program to help me with outlining. Plottr, it has a tagging system to it so that tickles my brain nicely, yeeeees. I’m doing some hard stress testing with it by helping me plan a book, one that’s part of a series I’ve had on my mind for some time now. We got a transbian werewolf, a rootin tootin sharp shooten cowgirl, the gay mafia, and a spider mommy. In the center of it all we mostly follow a poor woman stuck in the middle of it all with a magic book that has all her secrets, but she’s the only one who can’t read it. But hey, at least it comes with an annoying magic bird, right?

The world I’m crafting is one I’ve had on my mind for ages but I’m now getting around to starting to solidify it. I want it to exist and if I’m not in the headspace to write, I can at least plan. I don’t know when I’ll get around to writing it. If I have to be honest, I’d like to do a few short stories beforehand to score some more practice before getting into something as big as this. Still, I’m having a lot of fun putting the pieces together. I just need to get past the med situation because I have noooo idea what to expect for my health in the near future. I just know that right now I’m stuck with weekly anxiety attacks and that blows.

Anyways, hopefully I’ll have more updates coming soon, especially for the writing. I’m just craving to write another poly pairing but you know, way messier than my FE fic. I’m feeling inspired by a friend to make my work more bitey. Like, damn these girls gay and have problems. Kissing is probably not going to fix this (it might actually make some things worse) but--

(My head is fuzzy right now from the meds. If this post doesn’t make sense, do a homie a favor and pretend that it did. Please and thank you) :)

#update #plottr #writing #trans #poly #on my gay shit again

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Do you have an opinion about Blaine’s character and how they changed him each season?

If this blog has proved anything, it’s that I can ramble, so here we go.

Watching Glee independently of fandom was... weird. There are a lot of times I delved into fandom after and saw some plot point that I’d loved and found a perfect culmination, actually considered out-of-character or some such. From what I can tell, S2 was such a huge point in-fandom and with fanfic that the fan interpretations of a lot of characters ended up superceding the characters as they were on the show (take Will Schuester getting retconned to Journey superfan in one episode, when in S1 Journey was sung because of its association to Finn when Will wasn’t leading the group, so the show was clearly aware of what I assume are fandom jokes esp in regard to Will not listening to the kids and willing to play it up, and it did seem to happen at a few points).

All that to say, with Klaine being as big as it was, I feel like Blaine got hit with that harder than most? How much was writers responding to some fandom-takes, how much was the televised version of the character departing from the fanon iteration, and how much was retconning is hard to say.

So, to go season by season.

Whoops sorry, yeah this is going on for a while.

Originally... Blaine didn’t really have much of a character? Season 2 was very bare-bones on the character front, they’d shifted the show’s focus to what was almost a sketch comedy at times so everyone was just one or two traits ramped up to insanity with little cohesion, Blaine existed solely in relation to Kurt, and he was ‘advice-giving gay kid, who’s less experienced than he lets on.’ (Like, he’s less sure of even his sexuality than Kurt). That was it. But I imagine this was also the time fanfic solidified him in a lot of people’s minds, when a lot of it wasn’t reflective of who Blaine was on the show? Especially with his minimal arc being presenting himself as more wise and knowing than Kurt, when at the end of the day this turned out to basically be an act/how he presents himself, and him being just as capable of misreading situations (Gap attack) as anyone. But if you read fic when you’d only seen him in his element with all the Warblers at his back and none of the layers being peeled back, I can see that messing with perception of him.

Season 3 defined him more clearly as a hopless romantic and a dreamer, both making more sense of his character, and fitting in with the themes of the show. The optimist who sometimes does questionable things in the name of that optimism, but trusts that things will work out well. Cliche views of sex, overcoming odds, romance... Which justifies his previous characterisation, though cracks start to show as he adjusts from being a big deal in the Warblers, to The New Kid. This carries on to season 4, where he faces he consequences of those aspirations, and acknowledges that switching schools for a guy is, well, a romantic idea in a storybook but kinda ends poorly in reality, following on from his alienation as well when the New Directions aren’t as in-sync with him as the Warblers were. Cue Blaine going from basically the head of a gay cult show choir in a private school with strict no bullying policies, in regular contact with his boyfriend, to alone in a homophobic less well-to-do school. He made the decision out of cheerful, unrealistic idealism, and it ended up the way it inevitably would.

Which is when the meta element comes in again. Blaine is definitely acting different in season 4, but he’s also existing in a different context. For me, at least, it felt like natural development? He’s the hopeless romantic who feels like he can’t relate to his boyfriend, because Kurt’s graduated high school and moved to NY, Kurt has a completely different life and set of life experiences to Blaine. Heck, the fact Kurt ends up in an open relationship in S4, while the end of his dynamic with Blaine was down to him sleeping with someone else says a lot. Post high school, Kurt’s development is necessarily supercharged because that’s just how life goes once you’re out away from home for the first time, S4 was admittedly too overstretched to fully justify it all, but the fact that the NY cast had to adjust to a massively different context was one of the conflicts of the season. Blaine, meanwhile, is still in McKinley. Still in Lima. Unsurprisingly, he lags behind, and feels that pressure.

Season 5 I guess is where we get weird? 5B, at least the New York stretch, follows on from the above well - post-graduation, Blaine is still the romantic, still tries for things with Kurt, and they definitely chafe a little to begin with when they try to completely jump into living together fresh after barely having gotten back together, and it clicks as a good follow-up to where they were. They have to get to know who one another are now, after massive transitional points in their lives.

5A is, okay, tricky. The proposal fits who Blaine was - the same guy that swapped schools for Kurt, the impulsive romantic - but after, Blaine gets a gimmick every week, but then every episode of 5A was a different gimmick every week (then again, the same can be said for S2 where Blaine originated so hey) so it’s hard to say much about character. You have him befriending Tina and Sam, with all the crushes there, some stuff I am not touching, but it sticks out as well that Blaine does tend to stick with what’s familiar to him. But yeah, this is the bit where it feels like Glee dropping consistency for set pieces and jokes.

S6 then sweeps in to conclude the arc. Obviously a big recurring element of Glee was characters finding themselves, deciding who they are and what they want to be, and Blaine gets matched with Rachel in this regard - he ostensibly gets a big success, but it doesn’t last, and he’s back doing nothing with no lodestone. So he does the same thing she does, and returns to his high school for the familiar atmosphere - and picks the school where he felt the most comfortable. One arc later, and his big song with Kurt for the finale includes the line “The daydream believer and the homecoming queen,” and I’m just assuming there are, like, a hundred klaine fics with that exact title.

Okay so, after all that. I don’t feel like Blaine necessarily changes at his core? At least for me, the arc’s easy to trace out - he’s a dreamer, a romantic, an optimist, who figures problems are easy to solve and that things will work out the way they do in daydreams. Reality challenges that at a few points, it hits him hard, and he loses both his Warbler-fame and Kurt and does start to spiral as Glee characters are wont to do. He definitely develops, but the core seems pretty consistent.

Glee is really consistent with making characters question what it is they want, and whether it’ll make them happy. Like, basically every character has to go through that arc and come to their own answers. Rachel has her Broadway dreams and ends up struggling with the reality, Quinn has basically everything in regards to what she perceives as the ‘proper’ way to live her life, Kurt has his Broadway dreams especially with the limited roles for his range of voice... For Blaine, his dreams hit a similar beat, coming with the storybook idea as to how his relationship will go, solving someone’s problems with a few words (with Karofsky - a failure), being the wise mentor, grand romantic gestures that end up being bad ideas...

Though I guess the oddities stick out more, with S2 and 5A as seasons with different focuses meaning you’re getting the same character in functionally a different genre which is always messy, and the vibe I get that fandom had a solid conception of who Blaine ought to be, before the end of S2?

This was probably too long a reply, but hey.

Overall, my opinion of Blaine is... relatively neutral? Which is no reflection on him - as much as I can make jokes about a lot of dynamics, I’m most attached to the characters after graduation just because, well, I watched the show as an adult. Unavoidably, they’re the ones I find more relatable. So barring characters with really solid inherent hooks (so, Quinn) I can enjoy the high school drama, but none of the characters immediately stand out to me - so Blaine works at a disadvantage with less than a full season’s length graduated. (Equally, to be honest, the seasons where Blaine felt like more of a presence, 2 and 5, were also my least favourite seasons, which definitely isn’t down to him but it does hurt his character, for me). I like his arc, Klaine is obviously fun, I like their dynamic as exes awkwardly navigating one another too sorry. He isn’t someone I hugely thought about because out-of-fandom he was a fairly secondary-to-tertiary character a lot of the time, but I like his development and he has some good arcs. I like how he goes full circle, from playing the part of a mentor in S2, to actually gaining the experience and confidence to fill that role by the end.

Thanks for the ask! And, er, sorry

#Glee #Blaine Anderson #Klaine #Glee meta #Ask

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marshmallowloves · 2 years

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Zelda OC #5 - Koci and Rina

>> (list of posts for other OCs)

(Same warning as last time - due to the amount of development that went into this one, it's gonna be a real doozy! Be prepared for a very long read!)

Tesni's development from beginning to end took place over the course of several years, but I never considered her a self insert until very recently. I actually didn't start getting into making self inserts (the most thinly-veiled ones, anyway) as a whole until I had begun to flesh out Tesni's current origin story, but that was about to change!

On a whim one day, I thought about what race in the Zelda universe I might be if I were to just plop myself in there. I considered traits about the different races that I liked, what fit me most in terms of personality... Like my own completely-daydreamed uquiz, before I even knew uquiz existed. And in that imagined uquiz, I ended up with Kokiri - I'm short, look way younger than I actually am, love music and wooded areas, and am a child at heart. I thought it fit pretty well! Plus, I always did like the Kokiri for their whimsical forest-dwelling aesthetic - heck, Saria was literally the reason I made my very first Zelda OC!

So for shits and giggles, I scribbled on a paper, word for word, "If Cici were in Zelda, she'd be a Kokiri" and underneath that I drew the very first iterations of Koci and Rina, who would remain as my main Zelda OCs/self insert to this day.

Koci and Rina were actually first named Lyot and Zumi, respectively. "Lyot's" design would remain relatively consistent for a very long time throughout her development - a WW-style sleeveless tunic, detached sleeves with loose ends, and knee-high (sometimes thigh-high) boots. Her fairy only stays purple for this particular drawing, however. In fact, there was barely any time between this drawing and the next when I decided to change their names entirely.

"Lyot" simply became my name - Cici - which really just solidified the fact that this was a self insert through and through. Meanwhile "Zumi" became Rina - and Rina has a real life story!

To condense it as much as I can, I once had a very vivid dream about an angel with jade green rings around her wrists. In the dream, she'd transfer them onto my wrists as a form of protection and carry me around outside to show me how my neighborhood looked at night. I woke up with absolutely convinced I had met my guardian angel, but I lamented having never seen her face (specifically, her eyes were shadowed over) nor learned her name. I called her the "Ring Angel" for the longest time, but wanted to condense it whenever I wrote about her, so I shortened it to "Rina." So in this instance, Rina became Cici's guardian fairy.

Like I said, the designs remained largely the same. The differences here were Cici's longer hair (which from this point on tends to switch back and forth from the short hair again), the snowflake hair clip, and the diamond earring - which was absolutely 100% intended to mimic Ghirahim's earring, because I was still thirsty for him (I was still developing Tesni alongside Cici!) Later on, Cici also got glasses. Not really sure why I didn't draw them up there dkjfg.

Additionally, to reflect her origin, Rina's color changed from purple to a faded green, and I made it a point to always draw her with her eyes shut. After that, her design has barely changed to this day.

Being a self-insert, Cici's personality was more in line with mine - quiet, kind of weird, a bit childish, and naive to a degree. Despite her being a Kokiri, she had the mental maturity of an adult, since I would feel really weird making what was supposed to be a self insert have the mind of a literal child. It was more like "I am very much an adult in nearly every aspect but now I am just smaller."

Unlike my other OCs at the time, Cici didn't really have an origin story or a purpose. I mostly just drew her in random silly situations, comics, and RP'd with friends about various Zelda stuff. I didn't bother sticking to any one canon world - she'd interact with Ghirahim because at the time, I didn't consider Tesni a self insert, but now I was much more shameless about my attraction for him.

Since I had self inserts named Cici for other fandoms at the time, I referred to this one as Kokiri Cici and later shortened that to Kocici to save a little time. For the longest time Kocici remained this silly, fun little vessel for memes, doodles, and overall just having a good time while I played and talked about Zelda games with friends. In some instances, Kocici was just with Rina. In others she was with her Zora brother, Kodi, and in others still she was goofin' it up with my friends' self inserts - well, Lee's, mostly.

However, it was around the time I played BOTW and started shipping with Link that I decided to flesh out Kocici. One of the first things I did was change her name once more, to something that both held onto the origins of Kocici and sounded a little more "Zelda" to boot - Koci! And thanks to Lee's wonderful art skills, I was blessed with a concept for Koci that would become her staple design to this day~ Here's a quick, plain version of it!

Now's where things get juicy! Koci's personality remained about the same - she is a self insert, after all. However, her story changed heavily depending on what world she was in! I have three different versions of her, so three different stories! They're a bit of a read (I know, there's already so much in this post kjdfg) so feel free to skim or skip to the end.

After Tesni was finally christened a self insert, I no longer had a need for Koci and Ghirahim to interact, save for a bit of dialogue I wrote for shits and giggles if Koci were in Hyrule Warriors. So we can skip that. XD

In Breath of the Wild, Koci is born in the Korok Forest shortly before the Calamity, as the only Kokiri amongst her Korok siblings. The Goddess, anticipating this, instructs the Great Deku Tree to raise Koci so that she may learn to protect and bless the Master Sword for the hero to claim when the time comes. The Goddess sends down Rina, an angel in the form of a guardian fairy, to aid Koci in these blessings and teach her that this duty is given to her by the Goddess herself. In addition to Rina providing her with the sacred magic needed to bless the blade, Koci also grows up learning basic combat to fend off anyone who may threaten it.

Since Koci is sworn to the Master Sword's protection, when Link first comes to claim it, Koci and Rina accompany him in order to ensure it remains at its full strength. When Link is forced to undergo his restorative slumber, Koci and Rina return to the Korok forest to continue their duties while they wait for him to awaken. This version of Koci easily has had the most thought and substance put into her. This is the condensed version, and it would take a lot more text and time to explain it all! So I'll cut it here.

In Phantom Hourglass, Koci takes the role of Link and Hadiyah (Lee's self insert) takes the role of Tetra... though it's a bit different skdjf. Hadiyah has, to put it bluntly, gone on a fuck-quest to find Ganondorf... with the intention of bedding/marrying him... and not even saying bye??? So Koci, being a decent portion of Hadiyah's impulse control, sets off to search for her friend and hopefully knock some sense into her. With the minimal sailing knowledge she's inexplicably gained from Wind Waker (where did this happen? did she replace Link there too? who knows, not me kdjfg) she and Rina craft themselves a dingy little boat that promptly gets obliterated in a storm not 2 hours from their starting point...

Later, an unconscious Koci is discovered floating on a piece of her boat by none other than Linebeck who, despite being kind of a jerk is not actually a complete jerk. So he plucks her and the fairy bottle she's clutching from the water and at the very least ensures they don't succumb to hypothermia, and when Koci wakes, she and Rina explain that they're looking for their friend. From that point on, they basically follow the plot of the game~

And lastly, in A Link Between Worlds, old texts describe the Kokiri as an elusive race that were known and adored for their eternal, youthful beauty - so much so, that ages ago Kokiri were often captured and kept in the homes of corrupt Hylians as trophies. The Kokiri that avoided this fate sunk deeper into hiding until many thought they disappeared entirely. Koci grows up in her home village hearing these stories, and decides she doesn't want to hide like the rest of her people. She learns to defend herself and sets out with Rina to explore the rest of the world, but is still sometimes plagued with inexplicable nightmares of a particularly powerful captor who is rumored to still be alive today...

Yuga, still on his quest for beauty, decides based on these texts that he must have one of these lovely beings to himself to preserve in painting form. The "elusive" part holds true, as the sorcerer scours every corner of the land for one of these forest-dwelling treasures. When he happens upon Koci, he is upfront about his intentions. Koci, fearful that this is the captor from her nightmare but in disguise, fights back and manages to nearly kill him, but Yuga offers a deal - spare him, and he'll help her find the real captor. At first it's a thinly-veiled ploy to gain her trust and later backstab/capture her, and Koci knows this, but she agrees only because his power would be useful in the search for this person. Over time, their dynamic goes from "enemies" to "I'll tolerate you because you're useful to me" to "you're not the worst person on the earth" to "why do I like you" to "ah damn it we accidentally became romantically involved" kjdfhg

Though the stories are different, some things about Koci and Rina remain relatively consistent between them - Rina is always an angel in the form of a fairy, and Koci's weapons are always twin morningstar flails (though depending on what the story calls for, she can wield other basic items like bombs and such). I have other small headcanons about them, but I think this post is long enough!

And so ends the long road to crafting my main Zelda self insert that I use to this day! (And when BOTW2 finally comes out, expect to see a lot more of Koci and Rina~)

#zelda #legend of zelda #loz #oc #self insert #Koci #Rina #Koci and Rina

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This is going to be chronological order OG only chronicle o tweets on Twitter or x or whatever the heck is up w/ that.

It is set in 1900s ish july. It mentions a ‘She’ im assuming is a therapist of some sort. The writer most likely is mentally ill or something and is told to write thoughts down to help.

Bro has trauma wtf when did this happen?? Glances, phrases, remarks, notes. Do not understand situation is better shown than told probably some type of trauma honestly. Family and dog: you know they are already fucking dead though, come on you know ain’t no way they survive this. Will not forget bad things bad things probably life changing is worst way possible or something.

J maybe therapist?? Then bizarre dream tf is up with this kids mind tho-?? AND IT MEANS CYCLE?? like timeloop cycle, history repeating cycle, which we talking about??

Oh yeah shitty manager. I’ve been analyzing these and I’ve read that at least 20 times. 20 times of a fictional character complaining about their fictional boss tf is my life?

Spoopi dream and oh hey same hall and doors each time and the other dream meant cycle that’s just lovely!1!!1

The XXXX might be Mary and Mary might be the actual expert/therapist person? It implies Mary is the one who suggested person to write(?)

“Why can’t I be in control of everything” DAMN WRITER OK RELATABLE K THATS FINE OK also please throw the vcr out the window especially if it’s more than a 1 story building, please.

Happy birthday :DD ayyy fucked ver of happy birthday that’s cooool and we trust J :] oh yeah shit work place for like the 5th time dear god

ok therory also summarize things:

Writer(which is going to be referred to as 0), most likely (knowing Ranboo) is traumatized, and is getting some form of therapy. His therapist (I HOPE IS) Mary suggested he should write his thought down to help. At first 0 hated it, but overtime it did help a lot. A friend J told 0 to write is absolutely obscure dreams down. 0 does as 0 trusts J quite a bit even lets J read the journal entries. J is into supernatural and “crazy” things (same) and tells 0 that 0(bro idk pronouns im sorry) is reliving things that 0 might have repressed or something possibly trauma. 0 works at a very bad place with a horrible manager. 2 more spooky dreams later and oh, 0 still complaining about job. Creepy birthday song and wow I’m done with thing more than a month long project. this was so long and a lot of stuff was very cut down omg I’m tired I’m going to sleep buh bye

-☁︎🪷

P.S hi started school uh yeah hope your doing well :]

We love J for actually listening to 0’s dreams. They’re a real one fr. That being said, knowing Ranboo, I’m fully expecting J to be the one who traumatized and/or killed 0’s family in the end. Another Hetch situation y’know? Really though, what friend would look at your dream journal and say, "Oh yeah, that’s prolly some repressed trauma for you," like? I’ve had my fair share of strange dreams, but my immediate thoughts don’t go to deep-rooted trauma (I wouldn’t know it’s literally repressed, I guess?).

*intermission for me to read the tweets since I found a good twit front end on github a few weeks back B)*

Oh… oh no. Here we go again. If I had a nickel for every time Ranboo created a character who had to write their thoughts in a journal to cope with their repressed traumas and memory issues, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. No, but really, this post solidified it for me:

The obvious is, "I dont think ill be forgetting those." Clearly, this is an important list of things to remember, and judging by the constant work reminders, Zero (I have to give them some sort of name) uses this journal as a way to help/cope with their forgetfulness and it’s been working so far.

What’s listed in the Good Things list is strange. Most notably the second one, "My dog." ???? My dog????? Who the hell in a supposedly personal journal doesn’t call their dog by their name? If it’s for the reader's sake, that doesn’t make sense either. It could’ve been a classic dog name (à la Spot, Rover, etc.) or, even better, have the name written after my dog: My dog Lola or My dog Winston. I may be overthinking this, but it’s such a strange detail to include with the introduction of Zero’s memory issues in the exact same post. Because all that implies is that Zero’s memory has already been degrading, with or without their knowledge.

Also, I'm not sure how or why we were even getting chronicle 0 in the first place. Is it like some sort of time paradox relating to Zero’s dreams? My best theory is that someone in 2023 (right now) found the journal and is literally chronicling/recording it online for others. This would explain the redacted words in the tweets, since they wouldn’t be if they were posted by Zero's thoughts themselves. And it gives new meaning to the random "?" posts. Maybe the page scanner couldn’t translate what was written down? Or was there nothing written there at all?

All I’m sure of is that whatever was on those "?" pages, those are the pages Jay has been writing on. Which quick aside, WTF JAY!? Why the hell are you writing in someone else’s therapy journal when you know they have memory problems? Who do you think Zero will assume wrote that down? Their nameless dog? NO ZERO MUST OF CAUSE ITS THEIRS. I don’t care if Zero trusts you because you're their childhood best friend or partner or whatever, but to me, you’re extremely misguided at best and suspicious and manipulative at worst. Anyway, assuming the "?" pages are Jay's, either their handwriting is less legible than Zero’s (or at least visually distinct enough that whoever’s tweeting these out can tell the difference from other pages or entries), or they’re some sort of drawing. Of what I’m not sure.

But back to the why: Someone found Zero’s journal and began posting pages of it because either they find it fascinating and unnerving (the reasonable solution) or (the flimsier, weirder solution) the account is the beginnings of an autobiographical journal-book about Zero if they actually did or experienced something notable in their future (for example, the style of Anne Frank’s journals). Imagine Showfall, or *insert Gen 0 capitalistic conglomerate here* publishing "The Story of Chronicle 0: How The Founder Found Their Way." It would be if Disney got ahold of Walt’s childhood diaries and sold them as a collector’s item. It’s so strange and wrong to do, but we all know it’d make bank. Plus, it feeds into the intrusive/changing perception theme from Gen 1 if Ranboo wants to continue that thread. Once again, grain of salt, spitballing, yadda yadda, this is getting interesting, and I haven’t even touched the dreams yet lmao.

#asker #genloss #chronicle 0 #long post #ty ty cloud lotus again #I just started school up as well so seeing this in my inbox made my week #hope you’re doing well too :D

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