#and not knowing what to do with that as she finds herself feeling less and less towards the woman she one loved and hated
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too sweet | max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x reader
summary; everyone swears you're too sweet for max, but they don't seem to understand that he's just as sweet.
notes: me being happy there's less than a week until school ends, just to remember i start summer school 3 days later 😐
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yourusername: who wore it best?
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user1: SASSYS SO CUTE !!!
user2: no jimmy ??? :(
yoursername: jimmy saw me coming at him and ran faster then i ever thought was possible for cats💔
user3: y/n i love you..but sassy takes this one
user4: this is adorable
maxverstappen1: y/n we've talked about this...
yoursername: BUT SHE JUST LOOKS SO CUTE
user5: max being the buzzkill he always is
georgerussell63: sassy 100%
user6: george being more supportive then max is crazy
jimmyandsassyinsta: i personally think my mom looks better then everyone on planet earth 😻
user7: not y/n commenting on her own post from her cats account
user8: how do you know it's y/n and not max who runs the account ??
user7: max doesn't have the humor to make an entire daily-updated cat instagram...
charles_leclerc: hmmm, this is a hard one
redbullracing; i think i would demolish you both in a cat walk
redbullracing; get it? cat walk
user8: yeah we get it...
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ynupdates: y/n was heard in the back of max's stream today!
y/n: "Jimmy please!" *loud steps were heard*
max: *laughs* "what's going on back there?"
y/n: "i'm trying to get jimmy to do that, cat paw-print thing, remember?"
max: "mhm, please be careful."
y/n: "always am" *loud thud was heard*
max: *laughing* did you just fall?"
y/n: "…possibly."
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user9: the relationship everyone wishes they had
user10: idk i feel like y/n deserves someone nicer then max..
user11: Y/N LOVES THOSE CAT SO MUCH 😭😭
user12: she's not the stepmother, she's the MORHER WHO STEPPED UP!!
user13: i feel like max just doesn't match her energy: (
user14: RIGHT ??? we saw a picture with y/n and lando ONCE and they both looked so happy, He matches her energy so well
user15: no literally, in every picture she's so 😁😁and on a good day he's🙂
user16: she deserves someone who will be 😁😁with her
user17: is it weird to say i would die for y/n ?
user18: no because i would too :(
user19: her jimmy and sassy >>>
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yoursername; i met someone. life changed.
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user20: y/n getting a capybara when ??
yourusername: max's apartment building doesn't allow 'out of the ordinary' animals 🙁
user20: but what if capybaras are ordinary to YOU ???
georgerussell63: where does one find a animal such as this?
yourusername: i won't tell🤫🤫
oscarpiastri: i've been chased by one of those before...
yourusername: of course you have, you're australian 🙄
maxverstappen1: 🐈's better
user21: wow max we love the energy (sarcasm)
user22: i've said this once and ill say it again... y/n deserves someone who will MATCH HER ENERGY!!!
user23: his girl is posted up with a CAPYBARA and all he has to say is THIS ???
user24: he was probably with her when she took these photos ??? what do yall want him to say ???
user25: y/n get a man who matches your energy in 2024!!
user27: yall saying y/n “deserves better” as if she isn’t living the dream as a stay a home cat mom who travels the world ??
user26: #yndeservesmoreenergy
user27: i feel like yall are making this too much of a big deal, max isn't a "declare the love you have for someone on the internet" type of person
user28: then maybe he should be ???
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jimmyandsassyinsta: my beautiful mommy at diner today - Jimmy💙💙
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user29: aww 🥹🥹
user30: knowing y/n is posting this herself is so funny ???
user31: when a cat posts y/n more then her own boyfriend...
user32: JIMMY!! when are your parents separating???
user33: tell you father that he needs to treat y/n better
user34: jimmy getting a father that will treat y/n better when ???
user35: y'all in this comment section are WERIDDDD
user36: RIGHT ??? the whole "treat y/n better" is SO WERIDD
user37: y/n looks so cute☹️☹️
danielricciardo: and i wasn't invited? wow.
jimmyandsassyinsta: we don't want you here. - Sassy
user38: y/n is too sweet and kind for mad max
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user39: NO WAY MAX WAS BEHIND THE ACCOUNT
user40: y/n heard yall were doubting max's love for her and said "he's been posting on a cat account with the sweetest captions for me for the past 3 years 🙄”
user41: miss y/n was sick of the "she deserves better" comments
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jimmyandsassyinsta: jimmy and sassy do NOT approve of this message 😾
yoursername; it was time for the world to know!!
user42: you're telling me max has being @/ jimmyandsassyinsta for THREE YEARS ??
user43: okay wait this is so cute ??
user44: THATS WHY ALL THE CAPTIONS ON THE CAT ACCOUNT ARE ABOUT YOUUU
user45: yeah like "we think mommy looked beautiful at the paddock today."
user46: and "we couldnt have asked for a better mommy"
user47: and "so thankful for our mommy"
user48: and "we love mommy more then words could ever describe"
user49: i'm sobbing
user50: YALL BETTER NOT EVER. AND I MEAN EVER, DENY MAX'S LOVE FOR THIS WOMAN
user51: omg he's being writing love caption for her since they started dating 😭😭
leothelion: omg so cute 🐾❤️
maxverstappen1: so unoriginal leclerc, so unoriginal.
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Hange introduced them. Y/N had been taken on as a PhD student under Hange's research team at the university. As an exchange student, she didn't know many people. Hange, ever the connector, quickly introduced them. The reason for the introduction eluded Y/N, but she didn’t give it much thought. Hange was an outgoing extrovert, and Y/N concluded that this was just part of their role as Levi’s extroverted friend.
It didn’t take long for Y/N and Levi to become more than just acquaintances who met at Hange's birthday party. Y/N didn’t make much fuss about it; Levi was a couple of years older than her, had graduated with honors, and was in a much better financial position than a PhD student. He also fucked like a beast, an important detail.
They didn’t talk much about their arrangement; it developed organically. Y/N would tell her friends that they were just two adults getting to know each other, enjoying the sweaty, steamy encounters in the meantime. While Y/N hadn’t been to many frat parties, she quickly concluded that if she and Levi ever parted ways from their purely physical arrangement, it would be hard to find someone who could do half of what he did.
It was obvious that Hange was aware of this, as they didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N sometimes wished Hange would be a bit less enthusiastic about knowing her personal life, or at least try to maintain a certain level of professionalism.
Levi was very reserved about his personal life, even though they usually met at his house. Overall, he was a calm, dedicated, and pleasant addition to her life. She brought him an expensive tea brand as a gift for all the times he had driven her home, even when it wasn’t necessary.
That day, Levi had come back from a business trip and had invited her over. They had a couple of glasses of wine that he brought from his trip. She was riding him over their clothes, the friction delicious as she gyrated her hips slowly. His hands gripped and raised her shirt slightly, kneading the skin under his fingers as he kissed her collarbones and descended to leave hickeys between her breasts.
The outline of his hardening cock on the side of his trousers was delicious against her covered folds, promising more but giving just the right amount of friction to drive her crazy. Her head was thrown back as one hand rested on his knee and the other on his shoulder for leverage. She softly gasped his name as he undid each little button before unclipping her bra from behind to finally raise it and suck and play with her nipples.
"Ah—Levi!" she moaned, and it was obvious by the way his hands gripped her ass that he had been needy, wishing to come back to her.
"Did that cute little pussy of yours miss my cock inside it?" he groaned with a smirk in his tone.
"Ah—" she was about to reply, but a playful snap on her ass made her jolt. Not painful enough to be uncomfortable but with enough strength. Then she froze in place, her whole body tensed.
Levi must have sensed the change in her attitude because his face, which was buried between her tits, parted and looked up at her. His lips still had a bit of saliva connected to her nipple. "You ok?"
She straightened up, feeling uncomfortable. "I—uh—I need to use the bathroom," she muttered before raising herself from his lap.
"Ah… sure, under the stairs, you know where it is," Levi replied, but she was already walking there and closing the door behind her. Her absence made him uneasy; he began to wonder if he had crossed a line unknowingly as he straightened his posture in his seat and locked eyes on the bathroom door.
"Shit—" she cursed under her breath as she realized what had happened. There was a clear red stain on her underwear. Her period had come early, at the worst possible time. They had been teasing each other about what they would do once he came back from his trip. She paced around the small guest bathroom, unsure. "I left him with his cock hard on the couch…"
There was no real reason for her to feel so ashamed or anxious. She should just tell him and promise to make it up to him later. They were both adults; he should understand.
Two subtle knocks at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Y/N, you ok in there?"
"Yes! I—uh," why was it so hard to say? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Could you bring me my purse, please?"
She expected to hear Levi’s footsteps on the polished wood floor, but instead, he replied almost immediately, "If you need tampons or pads, there’s a basket with them on top of the toilet."
Turning around slowly, she saw the basket with a collection of different feminine hygiene products. Initially, she wondered why she had never noticed them. As she grabbed one, she couldn’t help but smile softly. It was a rather cute gesture. 'How many girls do you bring over that you have this?'
Quickly shaking off the thought, she reminded herself that they didn’t have that type of relationship, so he was free to do as he pleased, even if the idea spread inside her like boiling jealousy. 'He's a great catch… only you are the idiot thinking he doesn’t have others.'
She came out of the restroom, feeling how the mood had shifted to something uncomfortable—or maybe that was just her perception. Levi was casually putting away the snacks and glasses they had used, cleaning up. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he continued washing the dishes. "You still need your purse?"
"No, thank you," she quickly replied, feeling like she was wasting oxygen. The moment made her reconsider if casual relationships were for her. She felt as if, by not delivering the sex they both agreed on, she was just annoying him with her presence. They could still have sex if he was into it, but she wasn’t feeling it. The cramps were starting to kick in too. "I’ll get going."
Levi, drying his hands, looked back at her slightly confused. "I was about to offer we order something to eat since I came back and still need to do the grocery shopping," he explained, surprising her deeply. "But if you want to go, I can drive you. It’s not too late; I could still go to the supermarket."
He seemed so unfazed, unbothered.
"I’ll take an Uber; it’s fine," she insisted. "I don’t want to be a bother."
Levi, who was unloading the dishwasher, paused. "I’m inviting you, moron. If you were a bother, I wouldn’t be offering for you to stay."
The plan seemed lovely: staying in his big cozy house outside the city because Levi insisted downtown and all its noise annoyed him, eating something tasty, having him spoil her rotten. It seemed too good to be true. The next words slipped out without intention, revealing her thoughts.
"We don’t have that type of relationship."
It dropped like a bomb. The silence was overwhelming, feeling like it lasted hours. Levi put the final dish away, his fingers lingering on the countertop door a bit longer. His lips pressed together, and from the outside, he appeared as stoic as ever.
"We could… if you want."
Adult relationships can be so complicated. Both looked at each other. "If you know what I mean," was implied by both their expressions. It felt so ridiculous, as if junior high relationships were easier than this. "Not to sound too needy, too desperate, set too many rules, be too insistent."
A smile crept onto her face, and she felt like a little girl with a crush. "I think I do."
He tried to wash off the enthusiasm. "Great, so… choose what you want to eat, and I’ll give you my card."
"You choose what to watch?" she asked as she took her phone out to select dinner.
"Yeah, sure."
Later, cuddling in bed and watching a cheesy Netflix show that made them wonder who funded such a production but continued watching because there was nothing better on, she had a question. Levi’s cat purred between his legs as she rested her head on his right shoulder.
"Why do you have all those pads in your bathroom?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Levi looked back at her momentarily before calmly saying, "Isabel, she's… like my little sister. I adopted her when she was little." He began to explain but realized it was hard to tell the complete story without some details. "Her friends and she, in middle school, would start to get their periods and be too ashamed to ask me for pads or tampons. So, I decided to set up a basket so they could grab what they needed. Over time, it became a routine."
"Wait," she sat up straight, "she lives here? What if she sees us?"
"Chill, she’s at college. She’s in her first year."
"Aww, well, it seems like you were a 'cool mom,'" she joked, making a Mean Girls reference.
Levi grimaced uneasily and then admitted, almost ashamed, "Not really… but I promised a friend that I would give her more freedom."
"Oh…"
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Reader Receives BuckyNats Nudes Accidentally
Authors note: For my ease, all of the drabbles for the couples will have reader receiving the couples nudes in the same manner (Though circumstances do differ). I apologize if this becomes repetitive.
Warning: smut (eating out, talk of boners)
Word count: 974 Part 2
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Natasha sighs appreciatively as Bucky settles between her thighs on his knees, and a shiver runs through her when he places a kiss against her bare thigh. He smiles softly at her, and she feels her heart flutter. Somehow he never fails to be a sweetheart while doing the dirtiest of things to her.
“This okay?”
She nods, “Please keep going”
He smirks before her surging forward. She lets out a moan as his tongue swirls around her clit and her hands tighten against the sheets. After a bit of sucking he moves his tongue down and lets it slide inside her. At the taste of her essence he hums in satisfaction, causing her walls to clench around him. And another moan leaves her when his nose bumps her bundle of nerves.
“O Bozhe(oh god), James!”
Hearing his name fall from her lips like that has his cock twitching in his boxers, something that always happens to him when he gets to eat her out, and his expression morphs into one of momentary bliss. This lets his girlfriend know what was happening, and her one hand moves to tangle in his hair. Her nails lightly scratch against his scalp and she smiles down at him.
“Feels good for you too, hm lyubov'(love)?” He nods as best he can with his mouth still on her and another sound of pleasure leaves her, “You look so good between my legs…”
He sighs again, practically melting at her praise and if it wasn’t for his mouth's actions having her speechless she's sure she’d be cooing over him. She's suddenly overcome by the urge to capture this moment, so she reaches over on the bed beside her and grabs her phone. She unlocks it quickly and focuses her camera down on Bucky. His eyes shift up to her and as they lock gazes she snaps a few pictures. She sets her phone back down beside her and lets herself enjoy the feeling of her boyfriends mouth and tongue
Seeing her expression shift into pure pleasure he doubles down on his efforts, eager to have her coming undone because of him. Her walls flutter around him and she lets out small mewls and whimpers of his name before her back arches and her cum drenches his lower face.
He stays in place a little longer, slowing his tongue's movement to be more gentle in an effort to help clean up the mess he made. Though it isn’t long before one of Natashas hands comes to push him away. She smiles dopily at him as he rises to lay beside her. She moves slightly to palm his bulge but he
“Easy love, catch your breath first. I can wait”
She listens and lays back against the mattress once more, reaching out to find her phone. The corner of her mouth tilts up in amusement as she looks at the picture she took, “Do you want that picture I took of you?”
“Of course I do”
She chuckles at him and goes to send him the picture, but as soon as she hits send she panics, “Oh fuck! Oh no! No no no!”
Bucky immediately looks at her, concern written all over his face, “What? What's wrong?!”
“I sent the picture to the group chat with Y/n” she admits, turning a shade of red Buckys rarely seen
He turns just as red as her, “Oh….oh god”
Both spies begin to panic internally, because of course it would have sent to you, their best friend that they started to grow more romantic feelings for. What's worse is that you’d begun to spend less time with them recently, and they were afraid it was because they were coming off too strong. This wouldn’t help at all.
Across the compound you've just hopped out of the shower, and are toweling off your hair when your phone vibrates on the bathroom counter. Curious to see who is messaging you pick it up and smile when you see the notification is from the groupchat with Bucky and Natasha.
When you had joined the team the couple had been the first ones you'd made friends with, and to your embarrassment you somewhere along the way found yourself falling for both of them. You were almost certain they'd be able to figure it out, I mean they are both spies afterall, so more recently you've been limiting your time with them. And you felt bad for that, because you could sense they missed your company
You shake yourself from your thoughts and open the message only to instantly drop your phone with a yelp. There was no way in hell you'd just seen that, you try to convince yourself. Your mind had to be playing tricks on you based on your pining. You pick up your phone again to see that same image and can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest. This had to mean they knew your feelings, but what on earth were you to say
Bit bold Tasha, even for you
As soon as her phone pings she groans, but looks at the message nonetheless. When she reads it, her stomach flips. You hadn’t been upset, that had to count for something. Bucky could obviously sense this too
“Is she….is she okay with the idea of us coming onto her?”
Nat thinks a moment and answers as she types, “It looks like it…”
Maybe….but I think you like when I’m bold
Her response has you blushing profusely, and you're honestly contemplating hoping back into the shower. For a freezing cold one this time. But you manage to say something back though it's not very articulate, Yeah…yeah I do
Bucky smiles excitedly as he picks up his phone, Then what are you waiting for, you know where our room is
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Not really spoilers, but if you’re tryna avoid speculation of any kind, this is your warning to skip:
But okay, so this little bit makes me feel a bit hopeful for Cressida’s redemption in the long run?
Jessica Madsen sorta speaking about her as if she’s a scared creature with no other options, no sense of what she should do with no prospects and an unsupportive family.
I’m seeing some folks not really wanting to budge on her character. Kind of refusing to believe that she could be anything other than cruel for cruelty’s sake (cuz what was the point of showing her being receptive to Eloise calling her out then??). Idk I’m inclined to believe her when she opens up to Eloise about why she is the way she is. I also think it’s unrealistic for her to take a sharp shift into being a totally changed character after 1 season. Like, haven’t we all as humans, to an extent, doubled down on our less than amiable traits because we don’t know of any other way to be, and the alternative feels terrifying to venture toward? We all have to unlearn our own bullshit in order to become better people, and that don’t just happen over the course of one summer, baby. And now seriously, put yourself in 19th century regency era society, as a woman, considered old news by your third year after reaching marrying age? In a family that connects your only worth to finding a husband? If Bridgerton is anything, it is about characters learning to love and grow in an unforgiving and overbearing society, filled with ideas and strict rules governing what it means to be a man or a woman.
Idk, like the same way I don’t hold it against Penelope for escaping into her Whistledown alias and causing discourse throughout London (and amongst her close friends no less), all because she otherwise feels rather pathetic and overlooked in her actual life. Nor do I blame Eloise for sitting on her high horse and often being inconsiderate of anything beyond her own nose.
Like, at the end of the day, I most enjoy consuming media with dimensional characters. Characters with flaws that humanize them when examined and analyzed. I’m literally rooting for just about everyone on this show. Even Portia, and the wellbeing of the Featheringtons in general.
So yeah, if we have to see Cressida really get herself into some sticky shit one last time for her to truly learn some kind of lesson on her road to redemption, then I’ll sit with it. Like fr, maybe all of this, her friendship with Eloise as a positive influence, is all to really make her consider what she truly values in life? Even if it’s not resolved by the end of this season, and bleeds over to the next. I just can’t imagine them putting her in the forefront, just to be a negative plot device? Because in the end, what would be the point?? Truly when you think about it, what would the show gain from getting people to root for her, only to shift her back into a 2 dimensional mean girl after letting us into her home and showing us how her parent’s put her marriage potential over even finding a genuine friend for the first time in her adult life? Idk it would just feel like poor writing to me. It just doesn’t hold any value imo, but maybe that’s just me. Who knows, maybe the writers really just gonna be on some fuckshit stuff.
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Wedding Bells
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Summary: Harry and YN finally say “I do!”,
It was the night before the big day. The day that YN and Harry finally say “I do!”. Wanting to keep the ceremony very intimate, only inviting close family and friends, the couple decide they would get married in a small wedding venue that was tucked away in the countryside of Yorkshire.
Harry had been whisked away from his soon to be bride, by the men but Louis stayed by his sister’s side for the evening. The two siblings were sat together on the balcony of YN’s room, silence surrounded them as they enjoyed a moment a quiet after a busy day.
Louis eyed up his sister as she sat in her “bride” robe, her now large bump poking out, her hand that held her engagement ring stroking back and forth where the little Styles grew. “Any nerves Tiny?”.
She glanced over at Louis, who was still sipping on his bottle of beer from earlier on in the evening. “No…nothing…I’m actually excited”.
“I suppose that’s when you know you’ve found true love!”. He thought out loud, knowing his sister was lucky to find that type of love when she was young.
“Good thing we didn’t listen to you ey?”. YN tried to break the serious of the conversation, earning a smirk from Louis.
“I was so annoyed…and now look we’re sat here on the night before your wedding!”. Louis reached over to hold her hand in comfort.
“You’re the best brother…you know that don’t you?”. YN could feel the tears rise from within her chest, the moment making her emotional.
“Of fookin’ course!”. Louis sassily pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder. “Now less about me and let’s get you into bed before I have the girls pestering me about you needing your sleep”.
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YN couldn’t believe how her evening had gone from calm and quiet, to the next morning being chaotic. Her room was filled with every person possible, her makeup artist and hairstylist were being put to work. Louis had left once he could see the chaos about to start, but not before whispering “it’s all about you today Tiny” in her ear and placing a brotherly kiss on her cheek.
After what felt like hours, YN stood in front her bridal party that included all his sisters and breaking tradition, Louis too. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful bride before!”. Anne was the first to speak, as she wrapped her arm around Louis who was gulping down his tears.
YN wore a flattering white grown, that showed of her bump elegantly as it flowed down her body and left a small trail behind her. Her face was covered in light make up, giving her a natural look to her pregnancy glow. Her hair was placed in a low up do with a slight curl framing her face.
“You look absolutely breathtaking!” Lottie complimented as she dabbed her eye with a tissue, careful not to smudge her own makeup.
“I hope Harry’s got some tissues ready…’cause he’s definitely going to need some!”. Louis caused the whole room to laugh as he all held their tissues ready.
A knock at the door disturbed them as they all looked at Mark who wore a smoke. “It’s time for a wedding!”.
YN couldn’t help but feel giddy knowing that within the next hour she would get to call Harry her husband and she would be Mrs Styles, no longer sharing a last name with her siblings. The thought caused an internal meltdown in her head.
“Tiny? What’s wrong?”. Louis was the last person to leave the room before YN. He hurried to her side.
“I won’t have the same last name as you or the girls anymore”. YN’s concern was real, her bottom lip quivering slightly.
Louis couldn’t get but let out a little chuckle. “YN…your last name may change today…but you’ll always be a Tomlinson in there.” He gestured to her heart.
“How do you always know what to say?”. She asked as she pulled herself together again, not wanting to walk down the aisle with tear marks.
“Stop procrastinating…you have a man waiting to marry you!”. Louis playfully moved YN closer to the door.
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The sound of ‘Ocean Eyes’ by Billie Eilish sang through the room, as YN and her father stood at the double doors. YN couldn’t help but smile as she watched Daisy walk down the aisle first with Doris and Ernest, both holding her hand as they smiled at everyone the walked passed.
Next, Phoebe walked carefully behind, Olive in her arms wearing a beautiful ivory flower girl dress as she sat in her mother’s arms. The newborn caused the other guests to ‘awe’ at her cuteness.
Lottie and Lucky trailed behind the others, but the little toddler caused some laughter as he tried to run down the aisle.
Louis and Freddie were the last ones to walk down the aisle before YN. The bond they shared really showed as they both wore the same smile and how Freddie gave Harry a fist pump before he found his chair.
“Are you ready darling?”. YN heard her father as he held open his arm for her. His smile matching hers as he got ready to give his first daughter away.
“I think I’ve been ready for the last twelve years”. YN marched his smile as she spoke true words. She looped her arm through his and they both took their first steps down the aisle.
As she takes her steps down the aisle, she couldn’t help but notice all the familiar faces that had come to celebrate her and Harry today. The people she will always be grateful for.
She spotted Sarah, Mitch and the other members of the love band all sat in a row together. But causing her to smile and let out a giggle was Pauli mouthing the words “saucy” to her. These were the group of people who she got to call family for the last few years.
Next, she spotted Harry’s uncle, auntie and cousins, all smiling brightly back at her as they officially welcome her to be a part of their family.
The next three faces that all say together was a pinch me moment for YN. There sat Niall, Liam and Zayn, all of them amused by her jaw dropping expression that she quickly covered up. The three boys that took her on like a sister since she was sixteen, the ones who she caused chaos with on tour, the three people who always showed up for her.
Before setting eyes on her grandparents and siblings, three empty seats reserved for special people caught her eye and it was in that moment that reality hit her, her Mum wouldn’t see her marry the love of her life. But catching Anne’s eye brought her some comfort as she mouthed “I love you” to her as she wiped her tears.
As they reached the bottom of the aisle, she was face to face with Harry who was wiping away his tears at the sight of his bride. “You look so beautiful…you literally took my breath away”. He whispered as Mark placed YN’s hand in his. Louis took his place next to YN whilst Gemma remained by Harry’s side.
“Friends and family, we have come here today at the invitation of Harry and YN to share in the joy of their wedding”.
Harry and YN couldn’t help but get lost in each others eyes as the registrar spoke. They both felt like young teenagers again, as they let out childish smiles and giggles.
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“The bride and groom have written their own vows and wish to read them…YN..you may begin”. The registrar instructed as he looked between the couple.
“Harry…I could stand here all day and list everything I love about you. But I think everyone in this room has already heard it a million times. From the moment I met you, I knew deep down you were the one. You taught me how to love myself, you showed me love on a different level, you have been there by my side through all the good and bad times and I will always love you for that. Harry you are my best friend, my soulmate and I can’t wait to call you my husband and the father to our children. This is our forever and always”.
YN took a deep breath and smiled up at Harry, as he used his knuckle to wipe his eye before the tear escaped. “I love you”.
“Harry…you may now read your vows”. The man instructed.
“YN…whilst you come across as sassy, strong willed and a bit of a potty mouth, what others don’t always see is your loving, caring and kindhearted side. I’ve been lucky to see that side of you for the last twelve years and I can’t wait to see it for the rest of my life. You’re the most beautiful, strong and determined woman I’ve ever met and I love you for it. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime and as much as I can’t wait to call you my wife, I’m even more excited for us to be Mum and Dad. I love you forever and always!”.
The guests let out a cheer as the couple finished their vows, causing the pair to go giddy with a coy smiles.
“Do you Harry Edward Styles take YN Olivia Tomlinson be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”.
“I do!”. Harry gave a boy-ish smile to his bride, one that showed his dimples as he placed the wedding band on her finger above her engagement ring.
“Do you YN Olivia Tomlinson take Harry Edward Styles be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”.
Without hesitation, a large grin shinning through that caused her eyes to sparkle, YN spoke the words Harry had longed to hear. “I do!”. She carefully pushed the band along his finger.
They both beamed at eachother as they waited for the famous next line.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife…Harry you may now kiss your bride!”.
Having been deprived of each others touch and presence since the night before, Harry wasted no time reaching for her cheek to bring their lips together. YN could feel them both smile against the others lips as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. Their guests cheered and clapped as they watched on in happiness.
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The reception area was decorated in fairy lights and Polaroid photos of YN and Harry were hung around the room, dating back from when they first met.
Harry and YN were sat on the top table, with Louis and her grandparents next to YN and Gemma, Anne and Des next to Harry. The newlyweds were in their own bubble as they huddled together, whispering in each others ears and stealing quick kisses.
With the guest all full from their three course meal and itching to get on the dance floor, Gemma rose from her chair as she was given a microphone to speak.
“Hello everyone…I’m Gemma and as the Best Woman I’d like to say a few words”. She glanced at Harry, before speaking again. “Harry…my baby brother who followed me around is married. For everyone who knows my brother, will know how amazing he is…he’s selfless, warm hearted and one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. When I say I’m proud of you Harry, it doesn’t justify how proud I am…watching you grow from a little boy to a grown man has been an absolute pleasure. I love you baby brother!”. The guests all clapped as Gemma took a breath. “I will be honest…growing up I always believed there would be no one good enough for Harry…but the day I found out that YN had won my brother over, is the day I changed my mind. I’ve never met two people who are meant for each other, and as much as I would like to say welcome to the family YN…I think it’s safe to say you spend more time at my Mum’s than I do”. The joke caused a sea of laughter from the guests but also YN as she did spend a lot of time at Anne’s. “In seriousness…I wish you all the happiness as your family grows and I love you both!”.
Everyone lifts their drinks in a cheers and in agreement of Gemma’s words. Louis takes this as his cue to stand.
“‘Elle everyone…I’m Louis and YN has decided to be different and instead of having a Maid of Honour…she’s got me a Maid of Man…I know it’s exactly what I was thinking!”. Louis made the rook laugh at his attempt of a joke, only causing YN to playfully tap his arm. “For those who know us Tomlinson, you’ll know we’re a large family…I was an only child until YN was born. The day my first baby sister was born, was the day I met my best friend for life…from kids to adults we are inseparable and I wouldn’t have it any other way. YN…you’re a married woman with a baby on the way but you’ll always be my little sister and I love you more than you know”. YN wiped away her tears as Harry gently rubbed his hand along her back in comfort. “Harry…you’re my best friend and when I first learnt that you and YN were a thing…I was skeptical and went into big brother mode…but with some wild old words from Grandad Len here…I saw sense…and over the last twelve years I’ve watched your love for my sister grow…you have cared and supported her and our family though some dark times and I will always be grateful to you…but most importantly you’re the only person who could put up with YN’s pregnancy hormones because I’ve never seen something change so quickly!”. Louis’ sense of humour took a hit with the guest as they all shared a giggle, as Harry nodded in agreement. “But I wish you all the best in your long married life and your future together…YN…Harry…we love you!”.
“To YN and Harry!”.
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Between her pregnancy bladder and large wedding gown, YN had spent the last twenty minutes with the help from Lottie in the ladies bathroom. But as she exited she was pleasantly surprised to see all the guest mingling.
She stood for a few moments of searching the room, she spotted her husband in the corner chatting away. YN made a bee line for him, not wanting to be away from him a minute longer than she needed to be.
YN slid up to Harry’s side, and naturally his arm draped around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The couple shared a quick peck as they reunited.
“Well someone fookin’ pinch me but I swear I see One Direction standing in front of me”. YN couldn’t help but tease as the five boys all stood together.
“You never change do you babe? Still our number one fan”. Zayn laughed as his eyes scrunched slightly and his tongue poked through his teeth.
“I’m loyal Zayn…can’t say the same for you lot…eighteen months you said”. The boys knew YN was teasing but it didn’t stop them all from giving each other a side eye. “So is my wedding present a performance?”.
When the boys looked between each other but remained silent, YN broke the silence. “Well it was a try…I’ll have to get this little peanut to nag you when she’s here…you’re not going to say no to your daughter or niece are you?”.
“YN…it’s your wedding day…you’re not surely still going to talk about One Direction?”. Liam laughed as he noticed Harry give him a look of not to say a word.
“Exactly Liam…it’s my wedding day and I want One Direction to perform”. YN said with sass as she flicked her hip out and placed her hand on it.
“God I love you aye….don't ever change!”. Niall only encouraged YN’s behaviour, Harry could only assume it was because their friendship was so strong.
”On that note…I’m going to find Lottie again because this little bubba is sitting on me bladder again”. YN hurried off after placing another peck on Harry’s lips.
“And just think lad….you’ll have a mini YN running around soon!”. Louis playfully tapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the other boys to laugh at Harry’s wide eyes.
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“Ladies and gentlemen…please welcome Mr and Mrs Styles to the dance floor for their first dance!”.
The newlyweds walked hand in hand to the dance floor, smiles beaming at eachother as wrapped his arms around her waist and YN’s reached up to wrapped around his neck.
When she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes
Well, it kinda scares me
The way that she drives me wild
And she drives me wild
They gently danced across the floor, both too busy wrapped up in each other to notice their family and friends watching on in awe, some videoing the special moment whilst others stood their and lived in the moment.
Beautiful, crazy
She can't help but amaze me
The way that she dances
Ain't afraid to take chances
And wears her heart on her sleeve
Yeah, she's crazy
But her crazy's beautiful to me
As Harry had his head resting near YN’s ear, he sang the words to her causing a shy smile to land her lips. After waiting twelve years, they were finally a married couple with their baby girl on the way and life couldn’t be better.
“I love you Mr Styles!”.
“I love you Mrs Styles!”.
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please please tell me how u perceive ellabs 😭😭😭 from a shipping standpoint😭😭 also i love ur art so much
Abby has always been number one. From being Jerrys daughter, to becoming the WLFs top Scar killer, to leading her entire friend group into a murder plot with her, etc. Abby has always been the one to take the lead and do whatever she wants by her own command because she has never not gotten what she’s wanted. When that attitude got the best of her in the end (her friends turning on her, realizing what they had participated in was fucked up, etc.) she became prideful and cowardly. Lev was able to reinvent that attitude with her by giving her a purpose to protect and love someone more than herself. Lev let her have a break for once, gave her a chance to have her guard down, and not always have to feel stoic. She stood up to the only person who could crumble her *just* a bit (Isaac) and Ellie, who unknowingly had been leading her down a death trap. Even when figuring that out, Abby never backed down, Abby still got the upper hand, Abby still had what Ellie wanted- someone to care about her and her life.
Now Ellie on the other hand? Ellie has NEVER had it easy. Grew up an orphan, was a bit of a loner without Riley, was regarded as a “sad kid” by Winston, the only adult who ever really gave her the time of day. This girl has been searching for love and support her entire life. Despite her bratty attitude and hotheaded tendencies, no matter what, shes always a softie. And when she gets fixated on anything, it becomes her purpose and the force that pushes through whatever situation shes in- on a lighter note, Savage Starlight quotes, on a darker note, Abby. Ellie finds strength in just *doing*. She doesn’t need to force anyone to abide by her order (unless you wanna argue Nora, but even then, what a sloppy attempt at getting her way). She steam rolls any situation she thinks is gonna get her to her goal (jumping off the bridge into the water with Joel, the entirety of Seattle Day 2 and 3, becoming a deadbeat).
And together? You get two women who come from remarkably different upbringing’s and backgrounds, who in the end, crave to care for and to be cared about. Abby who has the explicit need to put herself in any dangerous position, knowing she can get out of it unscathed, with the entire goal of making sure what she cares about makes it through safely. Ellie, who has only ever fought through survival, to not have to do it anymore. Who can just feel protected and at peace. Abby, who is meticulous in her planning and execution, Ellie, rough around the edges and will figure it out when she gets there.
Despite how opposite they are in those regards, they are similar in their unifying need to find inner peace and strive to do their best. Both of them are incredibly strong people- and together, in any dynamic and in any situation they must get through together, I perceive Abby to be the one who is more level-headed, less inclined to blindly walk into Ellies fire, and to take the reigns in any struggle they get themselves in. To guide Ellie down the smarter, albeit longer path, and for Ellie to complain and annoy her to every end because she thinks being safer is worse than being in a rush. Ellie, the tough, agile little moth who learned everything on her own and by Joels hand, who can cut through 7 men at a time and is quick on her fight or flight. Abby, the trained in combat ex-soldier who can wipe out any path she needs to get through just by one intimidating scowl.
This is an interpretation based on canon, i could talk in circled about them for hours. So heres a little tidbit of what i perceive them as as individuals but how those traits work together.
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I Won't Fail You [Mianite Oneshot]
Relationships: Captain Capsize & Lady Ianite
Characters: Captain Capsize, Lady Ianite
Lady Ianite has been silent. That fact is clear, even if none on Ianerea appear to believe Capsize as she tells them it’s still true. Her frustration has only been growing as she knows she’s losing their trust. However, as Ianite’s voice comes into her head panicked and exhausted, her own feelings shatter as she realises there’s a far more important task ahead of her.
Capsize’s last night on Ianera. A piece written for the Mianite Tenth Anniversary Fan Zine. @mianitezine
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Capsize was beginning to get quite jealous of the other members of her crew who got to use shore leave as a break. She had long since gotten used to the fact that being Ianite’s messenger meant that she had more responsibilities than any of the other captains. However, knowing and being used to said responsibilities didn’t help dull her headache as apparently even her home was no longer a place she could find peace.
“You can’t keep avoiding answering us, Capsize,” The priest, who she had allowed inside against her better judgement, continued to lecture her.
She tried to keep herself from snapping at him that she wasn’t dodging any questions. She didn’t know any of the answers they wanted to hear from her. She didn’t know what was going on with Ianite. She didn't know why attacks on their ships from Dianitees were getting more frequent. She was just as confused and frustrated as everyone else, but she wasn't allowed to be. She was meant to know the answers.
“As I've already told you multiple times, I can't answer you.”
She’d been dealing with this all day already. Since she had risen barely an hour after the sun had and almost immediately been dragged off to the temple full of people expecting answers from Lady Ianite when there weren’t any to give. She thought she'd finally get peace when she'd finally managed to get home, the sun having set hours before. She had been alone. Redbeard was off somewhere, likely drinking and having the time of his life. And that was great for him. At least he wasn't stuck here listening to the belligerent man that had shown up only minutes after she had.
“We need our Lady’s guidance! She must've told you something-”
He was as much a broken record as she was, all aside from his tone. She could hear it the same as she could hear it in everyone. Every time she told them she didn’t have answers, they trusted her less. The confidence they had in her was wavering, ready to wash away into nothingness. But what was she meant to do? She’d been trying, desperately trying, every method she could think of to get any answers from Ianite, but it was all fruitless.
If the goddess didn’t want to talk, it just wasn’t in her power to force her. She was stuck praying and hoping as much as anyone on Ianerea. Did they want her to just start making things up so they felt better?
“-you’re her messenger! Your connection to her is--”
“Entirely dependent on her having messages to give!” She cut him off, not wanting to once again hear the word special. She hated it.
She would never give up her connection with Ianite, but the expectations that came with it were so much. She had barely been an adult when she had been chosen, and immediately everything had changed. She was no longer just a captain. She was selected by Lady Ianite herself to guide them, to give them answers. People had suddenly been holding onto her every word. Until Ianite had fallen silent. Now all the respect they apparently had for her and her title had completely disappeared. She was once again the child in a position that she didn’t understand the implications of. As if any of them understood her role better than she did.
“She surely has messages for us when we’re being attacked like this! You’re just not--”
“Capsize!”
The man kept talking but Capsize could no longer hear him as the voice of Ianite cut through her head like a strike of lightning. She almost jumped, her anger and frustration being tossed from her head as she now had something of importance to focus on. The priest saw the change, there was a clear look of recognition in his eyes for what was happening, but she only saw it briefly before she turned on her heel and dashed upstairs needing privacy. Even from just a single word, she had heard the panic in her goddess’ voice. Something was wrong.
“Ianite, are you--? What do you need?” She asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she fumbled to lock her bedroom door and light a lantern so she wasn’t in total darkness. However, despite her best efforts, her voice shook as her anger died and sickly worry began to invade her thoughts.
This wasn’t going to be a normal conversation, as much as she wished it could be. So, she tried to shield herself by pretending that this was just professional. She wasn’t listening to her friend in clear distress, she was just a messenger receiving a message. Despite her efforts, she could not actually change her thoughts, could not help the fact that she wanted to know exactly what had kept her from being able to talk for so long, try as she might to press those feelings down. She hoped Ianite couldn't sense them.
“Help, I need help…”
Ianite sounded unlike herself, scared and panicked and far too human. Capsize began to pace as she tried to keep her thoughts from spiralling. She had never heard the goddess speak like this. It felt completely wrong. She had always been so calm, collected, though not as distant and cold as one might expect a goddess to be. She had always been kind to Capsize and was easy to talk to despite how she should really just be focusing on giving her messages and tasks. There was a cold, hollow feeling that came from hearing her so distressed. But, Capsize reminded herself, this was her position. This was the job she was expected to do. If she couldn’t help, couldn’t stay calm and talk with Lady Ianite, then she didn’t deserve her title.
“I’ll help. Of course I’ll help,” She said, taking a seat at her desk.
She had to focus. As much as she wanted to keep pacing, to keep moving, it wasn’t doing anything to help. So maybe forcing herself to sit would. She ran her hands through the mess of papers on her desk to find as many maps as possible, location was always good to start with. Digging through physical papers rather than her thoughts helped too. The sensation of something real made it easier to actually keep her thoughts on track.
“Where are you? Are you in the Overworld? You were silent for so long, I thought you might be in the End.”
“I… I was in the Overworld. I was being kept there…” She spoke with an air of confusion, or perhaps exhaustion. Capsize felt a knot growing in her stomach. Obviously, something had been wrong. It must’ve been for a long time, but she hadn’t done anything about it. Could she have done anything before now? She didn’t want to think about it, about what she could’ve done instead of spending her days frustrated at the silence. How long had Ianite been in danger, and she had done nothing at all? “He was sent to find me… He gave me the strength to break free.”
“Who--?” She forced herself not to ask, though an unpleasant curiosity squirmed under the surface. Why was there someone else? Why had she not been told that there was someone else? The questions left a terrible dry taste in her mouth. She swallowed. It wasn't important. The questions were writhing in her brain, refusing to be forgotten, but still, she forced herself to ignore them. “You broke free - are you safe now?”
“I… No,” Ianite hesitated before replying firmly. Capsize had to bite back the sharp breath she wanted to take.
She couldn’t crack, she couldn’t falter, even if she felt the world breaking around her. Maybe not the world, but her world certainly. It wasn’t her job to keep Ianite safe, that was the role of a champion or a guardian if such a soul existed, but just sitting here listening to her distress as was the role of a messenger made her feel worthless. She clenched her fists, thumbs pressing hard against the bottom edge of her desk and hoped that Ianite couldn’t tell how much she was struggling. She couldn't afford to panic. She ran through steps in her head, attempting to both stop her own thoughts racing while also figuring out anything she could do to help.
“I went to find help, but… something was missing… I was taken somewhere else… a prison I can’t break free from.”
“Do you have any idea where you are? Or the location of anything that can help you?” She hoped there would be something, just a tiny scrap of something she could follow. If there wasn't then she had ways to create her own leads. She knew of people who could see into the unknown and give it direction, but that would take time. Time, at the current moment, felt like the most precious of all resources. She was reluctant to waste any. So, she hoped desperately that Ianite would have some kind of information.
“I…”
Capsize could not tell if the pause was caused by the same weakness that had been plaguing the goddess throughout their conversation, or a hesitance to give her the answer. The latter idea began as a single intrusive writhing thought, that only multiplied as the silence stretched.
“Please, Ia, anything I can help with, I'll do it.” She would travel to the ends of the world, would give up anything if it meant Ianite's safety was assured. Everything was meaningless if she didn't.
There was still far too long a silence.
“There is a hidden place, cut off from the rest of the world by Mianite. If you can travel there, you should… you will be in the place you need to be to free me.”
Capsize felt her heart shaking as Ianite spoke. Not because of the mission, she saw no reason to have any issue with the information, but Ianite sounded hesitant. It was truly as if she did not want Capsize to do what she was describing. Did she doubt her? That was a sobering thought, but the hesitation mixed with the mysterious ‘He’ that she didn't dare ask about made her unable to shift it. The unpleasantness of it just made her sure. Whatever the task, whatever the cost, she had to do it.
“But it won't be a safe journey, Capsize. This is farther than you've ever gone before. It'll be more akin to travelling between worlds than through the ocean.”
“It doesn't matter how hard it'll be! If it’ll help you even the tiniest amount, I’ll do it!”
Capsize didn't quite mean to yell. She regretted it the moment her anger boiled over into speech, but she wasn’t going to be sat on the sidelines for this. She didn't care how hard it might be to get to the place, what she might have to sacrifice. It was her duty… and selfishly, it was her chance to actually prove herself. To those on Ianerea who seemed to now be doubting her. To Lady Ianite herself. There was no doubt in her mind that she needed to do this.
“...As you wish.” There was a certain level of defeat in the goddess’ voice that Capsize wished she could write off as her imagination. It hurt. The fact that it seemed she had so little belief in her felt like a knife twisting through her gut. It didn't matter, she'd prove that the doubt was unnecessary once she arrived.
Whether she truly wanted to or not, Lady Ianite began to describe where she would need to travel. It took longer than Capsize expected. True to the nature of the place Ianite had described, the route she charted truly did not make sense. It did at first. The initial journey out of Ianerea looked like it would obey logic and the world marked on her maps. However, after what would in even the worst of conditions be less than a week's journey, Ianite's directions became impossible. She couldn't chart them, so she wrote them in her journal, every word exactly as the goddess said. They were the only directions she was going to get. They would just have to do.
“I will make sure Mianite grants your ship passage, but even he won’t be able to do anything about the storms. The only living souls that are meant to be able to access these lands are those blessed by the Gods, nature itself will try to stop you from getting there,” Ianite gave what was either a grave warning or her last plea for Capsize to reconsider the journey.
The words did feel heavy. She did not fear for herself. She knew herself to be blessed by Ianite, but there was her crew to worry about. There was only one she could be sure could meet the criteria, though that was due to him not being a living soul rather than there being any blessings on the man. Could she lead the rest to their possible doom for this quest? The answer in her head was immediate, sure, and harrowing.
“I will find you there.”
“I know you will, my Captain.”
With those words, she was met with silence once again. Capsize was alone, though she knew such a luxury would not be true for long. The priest was almost certainly still downstairs, still waiting for answers. Now she had them. She knew the state of their goddess and what she had to do. She was also acutely and nauseatingly aware that she would not be allowed to spread her knowledge. She understood why. Everyone knowing that their goddess had been imprisoned would only lead to panic. But she knew, she just knew, that she would not be allowed to tell her crew the truth.
Not where they would be going, nor that they would be risking their lives to join her. She wished she could go without them. However, looking at the journey, even just the vague picture from Ianite's impossible directions, she knew this was not a journey she could make alone. So, what choice did she have but the terrible one?
It was not the first sacrifice she had had to make in the name of her goddess. It also would not be the last, though she had no way of knowing such a thing in the dark of her room in that last moment alone she would ever spend on Ianerea. She would give up anything for her goddess, she knew that, though it never got easier. At least this time she could cling to the fact that she was actually working towards something. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. When everything was done and the dust was settled, she would've saved Ianite.
At the end of it all, if she found herself with Ianite, that would make it all worth it.
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Growth Can Suck
Summary: No One Knows AU, Valerie and Danny have an important talk.
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Valerie feels a lot better now that Danny’s actually told her what’s going on. She doesn’t want to push him, but keeping it in was clearly getting to be too much, and now she actually knows that talking about Phantom with him isn’t a good idea, and she knows to stop.
And she wasn’t kidding about reevaluating her stance on Phantom. She’s been angrier at him than any other ghost for a long time, and that might not be fair. She gets to school a little early the next day to do some research in the library, and according to the news reports she finds, Phantom is responsible for less injuries and less property damage than any other ghost. There are plenty of trustworthy sources talking about times he’s saved people, too. She does need to do some rethinking of things, it would seem.
But she’s going to leave Danny out of it. He doesn’t need more of that from her, and he’s asked her not to.
And he does seem a little bit better in the following days. He smiles more, even if they’re smaller. And he seems less tense than he had been lately. (Valerie still can’t believe he thought she wouldn’t notice.)
Friday morning, however, he’s tense again. When she picks him up to fly them both to school he’s quiet, and she can tell from the look on his face that he’s thinking about something.
“Hey, you okay?” she asks as they land a little ways away from the school. “You’re quiet today.”
Danny looks at her, and instead of answering her question, says, “Can we leave school for lunch? I need to talk to you about something important.”
Valerie nods. “Sure,” she says. “Meet me out here when lunch starts?”
Danny smiles just a little and nods in agreement.
Valerie tries to spend the rest of the morning feeling good about the fact that he wants to talk to her instead of keeping it in, but he looked nervous, and she couldn’t tell what was bothering him this time.
She does manage to put her mind off of it for a bit, however, when she’s approached out of nowhere by Sam and Tucker in between one of her classes.
“Hey Valerie,” Sam says, pushing herself up in Valerie’s face. “Can we talk to you for a second?”
Valerie glances between Sam, who is clearly the one who had this idea, and Tucker, who’s staring at the ground.
Valerie gives it a moment of consideration, glances between them both one more time, and says, “No.” Then she closes her locker and starts down the hallway.
“Wh- hey!” Sam calls after her. “It’s important!”
“I know all about what you consider important,” Valerie says, turning around and walking just closely enough so that no one else in the hallway has to hear. “And I’m not in the mood to talk about it today. See you around. Or not.”
And with that, she turns and walks away, and this time ignores Sam calling after her.
What could they possibly have to talk to her about, anyway? Have they just finally noticed Danny doesn’t want to spend time with them anymore, and they think she’s the reason why?
Well, either way, Valerie’s not giving them the time of day. They don’t have any chance of good faith with her anymore.
Lunch seems to take forever to get there, especially since she knows something’s going to happen during it, but it arrives eventually. She heads out to their meeting spot, not finding it nearly as difficult to dodge all the teachers as it would have been before she started ghost hunting. Danny’s already waiting there when she arrives.
“Hey, she says, pulling out her suit. “You ready?”
Danny pulls out his bandana and nods.
They end up on top of a building, one far enough away from downtown that they won’t be noticed for sitting there, but close enough to the school that they can get back in time.
As soon as they get there, Danny hops off the board and starts pacing back and forth on the roof, instantly banishing any doubt about whether or not he’s nervous about this.
Valerie puts her board away and doesn’t say anything, opting to stand there. She trusts he’ll tell her eventually, he just looks like he needs some time to psyche himself up first.
Finally, he takes a deep breath and turns to face her. “Okay,” he says, “so.”
“So?” Valerie says.
“I need to tell you something really important.”
“At this point I got that.”
Danny takes a deep breath, and then sits down, right in the middle of the roof. Valerie raises an eyebrow, but does the same, sitting across from him.
Danny grabs the straps of his backpack and clenches his fists until the knuckles turn white. “So I’ve kinda been lying to you,” he says.
Valerie nods. “Okay,” she says, trying not to attach a judgment to that yet.
“I didn’t want to tell you this because… well, the reason will be obvious. I mean at first, I didn’t want to tell you because I knew there’d be bad blood, even though I didn’t know the other stuff yet. And then once I found that out, it was kinda… well, that’s the obvious part.”
“Danny?” Valerie says. “You know you’re not making any sense, right?”
“I know, I know. Okay, just— there’s no easy way to put this. I’m Phantom.”
He looks at her like he expects a huge reaction. Valerie blinks.
“Danny, that’s not very funny,” she says, not sure what else to say.
“Trust me, I know.”
“Then why are you saying it?”
“Because it’s true,” Danny says, squeezing his backpack straps tighter.
“What are you— that’s not possible, Danny,” Valerie says, even though there’s a pinch of something in her chest that’s starting to react now.
Danny bites his lip, and takes his bag off and sets it down. Then, before Valerie can ask what he’s doing, a sudden white ring appears around his waist, and travels up to his head, until—
Valerie pushes herself back in a scramble, trying to make the person in front of her— ghost in front of her— Danny in front of her— process.
“You,” she says weakly. She has a slightly hysterical moment when she almost goes for her ghost weapons, but the look of anxiety on Phantom’s face stops her in her tracks.
The same white ring appears around Phantom’s waist, and after a second, he’s gone, and Danny’s standing there again.
“I kind of accidentally opened my parents’ portal on top of myself,” he says. “And it… killed me. Sort of.”
Valerie presses a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick,” she whispers.
“Please don’t do that,” Danny says. “It’s okay.”
Valerie stares at him. “Well obviously it’s not okay, Danny,” she says, slightly hysterical again.
Danny winces. “Yeah, it’s really not,” he mutters.
Valerie presses a hand to her forehead and tries to take a deep breath. She can’t think of a single thing right now that could have worse implications than Danny is Phantom.
And then Danny says, “I just, I decided I wanted to tell you after we left the protest the other day.”
Valerie looks up at him, eyes wide. “The— holy shit, Danny, why were you there?”
Danny looks down at his feet. “I told you,” he says, “I was helping Sam out.”
Yeah, Valerie is definitely going to be sick.
“You were right,” Danny continues quietly. “I wasn’t being fair to you by keeping everything from you. And, I know this isn’t what you meant, but it’s still true.”
“You weren’t being fair to me?” Valerie asks.
Danny nods, and looks up at her. “Yeah,” he says. “I can’t be mad at you for hunting me when you didn’t know.”
“Yes you can!”
“…Yeah, okay, I can,” Danny admits. “But I’m not.”
Valerie shakes her head in astonishment. “Why?”
“Well, I really did need to tell you, for one,” Danny says, looking away. “That’s part of it. And I think the other part of it… I really need to stop letting people hurt me. Because I do. Let them.”
He takes a deep breath, and turns to face Valerie again. “I’m sorry if I’m piling on,” he says. “But I think we need to break up.”
And Valerie does feel a little faint, learning so many awful things all at once. But she can’t be mad at him for wanting to get away from her.
God, she really can’t.
“I know ‘it’s not you, it’s me,’ is like, a thing people say to be shitty,” Danny continues. “But I really do mean it. I need to learn how to be Phantom without being surrounded by people who hate me. And that’s… I need to do that.”
Valerie nods. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Please don’t beat yourself up over this,” Danny says. “Some of it is on me.”
“Not all of it,” Valerie says. “Not most of it.”
Danny shrugs. “Agree to disagree, then. But I’ll be okay. And I want to figure something out with you eventually. I… want you in my life, in some way.” He looks down, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too,” Valerie whispers through the guilt swirling around in her chest.
Danny smiles up at her, not an ounce of anger in it, which she doesn’t understand.
“Hey,” he says. “I really do want to thank you. Being with you… it was really, really good. For the most part.”
Valerie laughs a little, still slightly hysteric. “Yeah.”
Danny reaches out a hand to her, and Valerie takes it. Danny pulls them both to their feet, and gives her one last sad smile. Then he leans forward and kisses her cheek.
“I’ll be seeing you,” he says. “Really.”
Then he turns, transforms into the ghost Valerie’s been hunting for months, and flies away.
…
Valerie’s dad is the first one who notices something is wrong, that night while eating dinner.
“Valerie,” he says, pausing Scalpels and Secrets. “What’s wrong? You’ve barely said a word to me all night, and you haven’t yelled at Stacy once.”
“It’s nothing, Dad,” Valerie says. “I… it’s nothing.”
“Valerie, I know you’re not trying to lie to me right now. Especially because you’re doing such a terrible job of it.”
Valerie laughs a little, and goes quiet again. Dad doesn’t start the show again, though, meaning he’s waiting for her to say something.
“Danny and I broke up,” Valerie ends up on.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Dad says. He sets his food aside. “Come here.”
Valerie sets her own food aside and all but throws herself into her father’s arms. Her dad pulls her close and rubs circles on her back.
“I’m so sorry, Valerie,” he says.
“No, Dad, I— you don’t understand,” Valerie says. She pulls back and wipes at her eyes. “I didn’t— I hurt him. I hurt him so bad.”
“Sometimes that happens, sweetheart,” Dad says. “It’s part of growing up. You make mistakes, and you learn from them.”
“No, Dad,” Valerie says, pushing herself back to standing, and starts pacing across the room. “You don’t understand. He— I didn’t— I didn’t want to hurt him.”
“I would be surprised if you did, Valerie,” Dad says. “Most good people don’t want to hurt other people.”
“I’m not that,” Valerie says. “I’m not a good person.”
“Valerie, don’t be silly.”
“I’m not,” Valerie insists. “You don’t understand, you don’t understand what I did, I—” she stops, and sits down in the middle of the living room floor.
“Valerie,” Dad says gently. “I’m gonna tell you something that really sucks, okay?”
Valerie blinks tearfully up at him.
“Sometimes, when you’re learning and growing, you hurt people. And sometimes it’s bad. It doesn’t mean you meant to, and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. What’s important is how you react after you realize you’ve hurt someone.”
Valerie wipes her eyes and sniffs.
After Danny had messed up, he’d befriended her and spent time with her and, eventually, told her everything, knowing it might go catastrophically badly.
Danny had broken up with her and asked for space, so befriending him again probably isn’t an option— at least, not yet. And he already knows all of her secrets.
Valerie raises her gaze and finds her dad smiling gently down at her.
“I promise you, sweetheart,” he says. “You’re not a bad person. You’re growing up.”
Valerie wipes her eyes again. “Dad,” she says. “I… I need to tell you something. About the Red Huntress.”
…
At the end of it all, her dad is sitting in their recliner, looking like she’s taken ten years off his life.
“Alright,” he says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “I’ll admit, I’m not thrilled to hear most of that.”
Valerie doesn’t say anything, knowing he’s not done.
“I don’t like knowing that you’ve been putting yourself in danger on purpose and not telling me,” he continues. “And I especially don’t like knowing that you’re spending time with this Vlad person. It doesn’t sound like he cares that you’re putting yourself in danger all the time.”
“I don’t know that he does,” Valerie mutters. “I think I’m done with him.”
“Good,” Dad says. “He doesn’t sound like a good person to be around.”
Valerie nods. She’s seen enough evidence of that at this point. She wonders, for the first time, how Thing 1 and Thing 2 got involved with him. Maybe she should try talking to them.
“But,” Dad says, and Valerie looks up at him again.
“I’m proud of how you’ve grown,” he says with a smile. “You’ve recognized your mistakes and you want to change them. And I’m so proud of how you’ve been trying to help and protect people. Every parent wants their child to be a good person like that. I’ll admit I’d prefer if you did it back on the ground—”
Valerie laughs a little.
“But I like your instincts, and I love where your heart is. I love you very much, Valerie.”
Valerie blinks a couple times, and stands up to wrap her arms around her dad. “I love you too, Dad,” she says.
They both stay there for a minute, and then Dad pulls back.
“Will you give me some time to adjust to this?” he asks. “And let me help you how I can?”
Valerie nods.
“Okay. Then I won’t take away your ghost weapons. If you really mean it about telling Vlad you’re done and taking a break.”
“I do,” Valerie says. “I need to take some time to think about things. And— I think I’m leaving things in good hands, with Phantom.”
Though the idea of leaving Danny to deal with everything alone isn’t one she likes. She’ll give him a week off when she comes back to make up for it.
“I think you are too,” Dad says. “If everything you’ve said about him is right.”
He has a look in his eyes, one that says he’s probably figured out the one part she didn’t tell him— Danny didn’t give her permission, after all. And since he still hasn’t, she replies with, “It is.”
And it’s true. She trusts Danny, after all.
“Alright,” Dad says with a nod. “Well— okay then.”
Valerie laughs a little. “You okay there?”
“I’m definitely going to need a bit to get used to this,” Dad says, and Valerie laughs again.
“Thanks for not freaking out too much though,” she says.
“Hey, it could just be a delayed reaction, we’ll see how it goes.”
Valerie grins at him. “Well, then how about we watch some TV as a stress reliever,” she says. “And can we start it over? I want to yell at Stacy with proper context.”
“You got it, sweetheart,” Dad says with a smile. And, after he rewinds the episode, he climbs out of the chair and sits down on the floor next to Valerie and wraps an arm around her shoulders to give her a squeeze. Valerie hugs him back, and they watch the episode while hugging each other.
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(anthytouga voice) why would i be compassionate to nanami ew disgusting nanami’s literally the worst nanami is a cockroach i hope she dies she’s so fucking stupid oh my god being compassionate to nanami is the worsttttttt so what if the worst things ever happen to her and it’s my fault that’s just lifeohhhhhhhhhhh oh? utena is experiencing the worst things ever and i helped? and i helped? oh well i should just kill myself. oh well i should just kill myself and save her because actually utena is Good. and stupid. but Good. unlike nanami lol nanami was born cursed to suffer haha nanami’s got that karmic punishment coming lollllll But Utena Does Not <3
#i find this ‘discrepancy’ (for want of a better word) FASCINATING#bc it’s not like anthy and touga don’t both identify with utena at times#in a manner VERY similar to their identification with nanami (‘you don’t know what i know but you feel and experience the same things’)#but with nanami. die kill maim vibes. and with utena. look at that poor kicked (noble) puppy vibes#something about utena being brought into something so obviously#when nanami has always been here. crab bucket moment idk#nanami in 32 vs utena in 39…. i think the thoughts#like why would nanami extend a hand to anthy. she wouldn’t#what’s crazy to me is she TRIES to do that w touga bc of course she does#but she realises he’s not gonna do that. and her wanting him to doesn’t outweigh her wanting to live anymore#utena reaches out to anthy bc she wants to#it’s like. nanami’s rejection of the system and in turn anthy and touga’s worldviews is that cold hard realisation one needs#perhaps more obviously touga but it impacts anthy all the same — next episode is 33!!!! hello!!!!!!!#but they still feel more or less powerless. just cogs in a machine it’s just that now they’re more aware of their own pain and others’#and touga gets left behind in this bc he’s ruined his meaningful connections with like Everyone Ever#but utena reaches out to anthy as i said before. and utena says ‘i care about you’ and it’s not for herself as much as it is for anthy#ohhhhhh i am just. i am Just#dais.txt
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trying to keep all my clemviminnie thoughts contained until i get to episode 3 but
its hard
#telltale was CRAZY for this btw!! the drama of it all ALWAYS gets me#violet blaming herself for her gf/minnies death. clem helps her open up again. starts dating clem. finds out minnie is still alive?#saved violet telling clem she has nothing to worry about and she'll fight minnie if she has to to keep clem and her loved ones safe#kidnapped violet getting brain poisoned by minnie into turning against clem after feeling betrayed and abandoned by her#saved vi shooting minnie to save clem!!!!!!!!! but cant leave minnie behind because she already left her once and she cant do it again#vi begging minnie to stop trying to fucking kill them but shes too far gone. the 3 of them fight to the DEATH!!!#now add all that to the parallels and dark mirrors going on between clem and minnie in the A plot like the tension is off the charts#plus the parallels you can draw between clem and vi but those are less “you are my dark mirror” and more “we are the same i understand you”#HOW are the girlies not still talking about this#you know what i partially blame myself i dont talk about it enough either. i forget how many things ive left in my wips folder sometimes#UGH its all so good violets route just ads so much Flavor to the clem/minnie plotline its Delicious i couldnt imagine it Not being there#i neeeeeeeed to draw them fighting and being gay and maybe bloody even#if u cant tell i really want to get back to that wip i posted a few weeks ago but im Trying to Restrain Myself#i love forcing myself to take things slow sometimes really makes the brain shift into overdrive#twdg#violentine#it speaks
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#oc txt.#c: hattie#c: mary ellen#hattie being able to make it back to her own vault just in time to be with her mom in her final moments is 🤕#she’s not the overconfident self assured put together person she was when she left however long ago it was#and her mother isn’t the hyper independent stoic emotionally constipated woman that didn’t even hug her before she left#her mother really did believe that this colony that had supposedly been growing since she was a girl WAS her kids’ only hope at a future#they knew for years that the vault was running out of supplies and falling apart#she was getting older and really didn’t think a future above ground was for her or her husband or the other adults that had grown up there#it was for their kids.#bc the vault wasn’t going to be able to sustain them for much longer#it’s why she pushed her kids so hard and pushed them away even harder#bc it made sending them into that world ‘easier’#she wouldn’t miss them as much and they wouldn’t miss her#sending her twins up there (her first borns) years prior was HELL#and she dreaded the day hattie was old enough to be thrust out there and even debated whether or not she’d even go through with it#so seeing her now … especially in the state hattie is in when she returns#she feels guilty but at the same time proud? because despite it she knows hattie had and HAS what it takes to survive up there#and seeing tj??? she doesn’t know if the twins made it to the colony or whether the colony was even real operating ect ect#so she’d never get to see them with her grandkids if they had any#she at least gets a slice of what could have been if things were different#it’s good that hattie gets to tell her truth of everything#it’s good that hattie gets to reconcile and be the last thing she sees before she passes#it’s all mary ellen ever wanted … to see her girls again#and in her mind if hattie made it … then she knows the other two did too#and i think for hattie she was just on the cusp of giving up and throwing in the towel#but she’s got people relying on her and she’s not a quitter … was never allowed to be#and i think by now she’d be searching for them less for herself and more for her parents#the least she can do is find out if their sacrifices (and the sacrifices of everyone else) were warranted
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You know, considering that new untitled Peach game is a bit like Luigi’s Mansion with how it puts a Mario character in a new environment with new game mechanics, I’m kinda hoping Peach gets her own original villain the same way Luigi was given King Boo.
Hell, with Super Mario RPG coming back, which has many original characters, and with the characters from the Peach teaser being something other than Toads, it seems Nintendo might be willing to dip their toes into original characters again. So what’s better to start making new characters than by giving Peach her own bad guy ! Also the new Mario Bros game has some new characters as well from the looks of it, so again, it’s possible !
And don’t get me wrong, Bowser is absolutely iconic and I do enjoy the irony of Peach battling against him. But with this game not being a platformer, and again taking into consideration Luigi’s Mansion, it would be a fun change of pace for Peach to have a new villain in her own series (god I hope this game becomes a series of several games!!!). Plus, it seems Peach will be more and more playable in mainline games, meaning more Bowser beat-up from her anyways.
And yes, part of me wants that new villain to be a female character as it's been forever since Mario games has had one and I am very much aware of how people would go crazy over it for the shipping.
(Also going back to Bowser, it’s more of a “me” thing but I always found it slightly weird to see Bowser attack Peach, since he’s supposed to be in love with her (Paper Mario games prove it well) and in all the games she gets captured, there are no indications he ever raises a hand on her. Hell in Odyssey he’s very gentle when putting Tiara on Peach’s head. Also Peach is never particularly afraid of him despite how horrible he can be, which implies he doesn’t physically hurt her.
Fun fact : this is why I headcanon Super Princess Peach as taking place very soon after Super Paper Mario, since the two of them would have just spent weeks working together and getting along. So it would work for Bowser to lose his shit upon getting rejected yet again “despite doing everything right” and thus be willing to fight her. As for 3d World, there’s three other people Bowser can focus on to avoid hurting her)
#Super Mario#Princess Peach#Untitled Princess Peach game#Flor talks#you know; about the possibility of Peach not getting captured anymore in future games; I don't know how to feel about it#and funnily enough; it has nothing to do with Peach herself but instead with Bowser#the gist of it is that Bowser is a shitty person with a pretty big soft side#and outside of being a dad; the other thing showing that soft side is his love for Peach; granted the mainline games barely ever show it#but the RPGs do; and as messed up as it is; it's also kinda cute !#and basically if Bowser stops kidnapping Peach; not only does it show less that he likes her in a sense as it reduces how obsessed he is#but most importantly it means Bowser will need new reasons to be a villain; reasons that might turn him into an irredeemable piece of shit#and that's what I'm afraid of; I like Bowser as that absolute douche with a soft spot who's willing to work with Mario if needed#I think the best way Nintendo could go about this would be to find a balance to the kidnappings#have all the big Mario 3d games be about Bowser kidnapping Peach along with a few of the mainline games#meanwhile have the other half of the mainline games feature Peach as playable + give her her own game series#(I mean reminder that in the 5 main 3d games; Luigi is only playable in the Galaxy ones#and for the first one takes finishing the game to unlock; so having Peach sometimes be the hero sometimes the damsel could work)#(the main issue with her being the damsel is that we never get to play as her; causing her to be seen as a bland character by many#but if we do play as her sometimes + she gets her own games; her being the damsel will be less of an issue)#(another way to fix the issue could also to go the early Paper Mario route and have her actually do things while captured)
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Cancelled the in person interview for today after discussing phone interview with Mum and Housemate last night (and the numerous red flags and cost of the lyft there and back for a job that ultimately the place wouldn't be able to convince me to take if offered, bc the general consensus was 'this is literally likely to be as bad as the current job BUT with the added cost of lyfts back and forth that they wouldn't be paying enough to offset, why on earth would you (me) take this job lmaooooo')
Which works out good bc the ongoing Mum trauma stuff is hitting hard as soon as I've woken and maybe I can get the Big Cry out today. Or write down any of the memories that have been playing on repeat in my mind
(with all this said, yes, I still asked and do legitimately care abt my mum's opinion and experience with jobs despite this; yes it feels weird; no I don't know how healthy that is or not lmao but I'm gonna lean towards Not Healthy bc im discovering that the work my previous doc did certainly uncovered this codependency and trauma which absolutely was a great help but like...we didn't actually really untangle any of it so I could try and untangle myself from my mum, even from 1600+ miles from one another. So. probably not healthy.)
#text post#Housemate was the far more helpful one of ae and mum tho and im very grateful ae took the time to talk over the interview with me#to help me figure out if doing the in person was worth it#mum did kind of help in that she pointed out several dakota eye like red flags from the employer that in retrospect yeah#were flying right in front of my face but i just. want to find better work so it's hard to ignore the red flags sometimes#until someone else goes uhhhhh hey maybe not this job no matter how desperate you feel#which is what it boiled down to more or less in discussion with both of them last night#it's just a weird thing of mum was still helpful and im glad i had a call with her but also it was low key triggering#and part of me wants to call her back and ask if she knows that she's a major part of why i struggle to say no to anyone#who feels even vaguely an authority figure over me no matter what my feelings are or if im being hurt#because id rather be obedient and pleasing than independent and honest (& possibly disappoint ppl with the latter)#but let's be real she wouldn't have an answer. it's beyond her to even think of this stuff#she'd be upset and offended and I'd be groveling like usual to try and make up for daring to question any part of our relationship#the same groveling i do on autopilot for any potential offense because it doesn't matter even if i asked & was given permission#im still always finding there's something i need to ask her forgiveness for anyway#but i love her and am incredibly grateful for her and how much she's given of herself to me as a single mum#idk im gonna shut up abt emotions for now and figure out what on earth im doing with myself today
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oh shit ehas really is about it being rotten work but not to them huh
#the whole party but i am looking at loveless telling angry that as a father he can't believe for a second angry's family would love him any#less for all the joy they would feel seeing their son again and nemesis telling voski she doesn't believe in the goodness in herself#anymore and voski saying 'i do' about it instead and aierdyn finding out so late confirmed about pebble being a construct but#they're too tired and lost to feel betrayed and still turn around and ask him to help her with the aramente since thi isn't here anymore#and they don't know what they're doing and castor looking at nemesis who makes so much more sense growing up#in the aia of the aftermath of them trying to fix it and there's no mortifying ordeal of being known strong enough to keep him from#asking her what the brand family looks like now and by the grace of fate she knows. ten years ago at least. and she tells them#and the party telling each other so much because what else do they have left to lose right now. maybe it's not about being known more than#it is about feeling seen for the first time in years since it may well be their last chance in whatever they're mixed up in#the scope of which they can't even begin to understand#better to try and prove they were alive and they were here to each other while they can#c: the hollow lands
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Okay I'm gonna say it. Are you guys ready. Nightheart wishes he had what breezepelt has
#my posts#my very professional opinion that nightheart is just breezepelt w/ worst writing and less of a reason to act the way he does#also I feel like nightheart's storyline should have been sparkpelt's bc she literally looked like firestar but girl#also also I find it funny that nightheart rejected his name bc he didn't want to be compared to firestar anymore#and bramblestar literally went ''okay. have a new name but I'm putting ur great grandfather's warrior suffix in it''#tbh I don't even know how I would fix nightheart's storyline bc like. so many of the cats in thunderclan are related to firestar lmao#I guess what I would do is make it less about only firestar and about the legacy of the entire family#like so much of his family was involved in super important prophecies or did amazing things#obviously firestar and his prophecy#bramblestar and squirrelflight (technically squirrelflight was not part of the prophecy but she did help find the new lake territories)#jayfeather lionblaze and dovewing all shared a prophecy as well#oh also leafpool found the moonpool!! how could I forget#and bristlefrost!!!! remember she sacrificed herself to stop ashfur and succeeded#so like I think nightheart would instead have massive anxiety about living up to his family's accomplishments#or scared that he might be part of some prophecy down the road when he doesn't want that kind of weight on him#and when he tries to confide in his sister about it she doesn't share that fear/anxiety and actually thinks its super cool!!#idk idk this is just 1 am ramblings for me at this point idk where the name change would fit into this
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Thinks oh so hard abt raccoon au printing pod doomed yuri.... What if you were a robot in love with your fellow robot but your past human selves had to fuck it all up and murder eachother 🙄
#rat rambles#oni posting#for context in the raccoon au both olivia and jackie get printing podded dw abt the logistics too much imagine joshua was involved or smth#but basically olivia semi unintentionally ai-ed the two of them after severely wounding jackie#it was the climax of years of brewing resentment and rage so she was acting quite irresponsibly#the two as pods both awken around the same time on different planetoids#you see the reason Im so committed to this idea is not just because of fun character stuff but also because of hypothetical gameplay stuff#the idea of starting on two planetoids that your dupes cant physically travel between but still having to manage both colonies through#teamwork between both colonies has always been an idea Ive been a big fan of#plus I get to imagine the two talking to eachother not knowing that they're like so mega divorced and also they both kind of sucked in life#and by kind of I mean one did an attempted murder and the other was jackie lol#it also gives me the fun space to play in to compare how I imagine ai jackie would be like compared to ai olivia#I imagine her being a lot more eager to build her colony at first until she starts finding gravitas stuff and starts throwing hissy fits#and by that I mean she gets genuinely rly upset and tried to go into denial before eventually cracking under the weight of her own memories#shed try to disctract herself with progress but since the dupes are deliberately designed to avoid progress shed get frustrated fast#now the duped Can invent new things and grow but jackie wouldn't know that and she'd assume they literally can't#she doesnt view her dupes very kindly and without the carrot of progress she'd start spiraling fast I think#this mixed with raccoon au stuff makes for a very messy combination since not only is there the this was all for nothing feeling but also#the this in question involved actively backstabbing the person she loved most and watching as she grew to hate her so much that she#attempted an actual murder against her and somewhat succeeded#and also said person is still around and is berating you for breaking down because she's better at repressing her memories than you#raccoon au jackie is rly the only one I think itd be particularly interesting to keep around post world ending because she already had some#very repressed guilt before the end so the idea of peeling off the film on that amd letting her pop is fun to me#I also like the idea because it forces olivia into a position where shes left for the rest of time with a woman she hated#and not knowing what to do with that as she finds herself feeling less and less towards the woman she one loved and hated#for raccoon au jackie removing her from the life she had before makes it all crash down on her that much harder#and for raccoon au olivia removing her from it makes it all feel oh so small in retrospect#this ofc differs massively from how Id characterize canon olivia and jackie as canon jackie would likely make for a much more boring pod#and rabbit au jackie can't be there because then shed just reassure olivia that shes done nothing wrong ever and theyd go back to their#doomed codependent toxic yuri ways for the rest of time
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