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u-n-lucky-being · 8 months

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𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰

Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

INFJ x ENTP

(Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢)

(Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)

Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), fluff, fluff and angst back to back, kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, betrayal, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Between the memories of what had once been and what now was, INFJ struggles to decide what had been and now was real. ENTP now struggles, due to his own doings, to get the one he cares about out of danger.

A/N: My brain literally went full 'emotional roller coaster' in this one. A fun ride indeed *said the author while staring at the emotional whiplash she gave to her own characters*. Anyways, feedback is always welcomed. This is my first published story (go to a/n of part 1 to see how I ended with this) so I know I have a lot of work to do and there's a lot of space for growth. Still, I hope whoever ends up reading this enjoys it ~

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“I won’t hurt you”

INFJ and ENTP had been discussing about what seemed to be ENTJ’s ‘Plan of Expansion’.

The man was mad… but he was also a genius strategist. He had been sending troops to other nations through the most unlikely paths without their rulers knoweledge, bribing just the right lords and generals to hide them and keep them fed and safe, while promising them power once he had managed to taken control of their government. At the rate he was doing such stuff, the first three nations could have fallen to him in less than a year- had it not been for the constant troubles the insurgent group kept causing him.

INFJ's chest puffed slightly with pride at the fact that she had been an especially bothersome rock in the king's shoe.

They were in a far corner of the castle’s library, laying on the ground to remain as hidden from view as possible, while reviewing the maps and marks that one of his 'majesty's' generals had sloppily placed in the right place for her to take. It would have been almost worrisome how good she had become at thieving had her circumstances been any different.

She had been infiltrated in the castle for a year and ten months at this point. At first she managed to become a governess for the two lovely kids of one of ENTJ's trusted group of people, then she had slowly but steadily slided her way into gaining the trust and-she would dare to say- even some kind of affection of several relevant figures without attracting too much attention to herself.

She had known ENTP for four months now, after he joined the insurgence. And she had started to sneak him into the castle with her for one.

At first she was reluctant to bring him with her. She knew this was dangerous and the more he knew, the more he got involved, the greater the danger she was putting him in. She sometimes even regretted telling him about her “little” secret, afraid that someday she might be the cause of something terrible happening to him.

But he was actually very smart, gave her different perspectives when she got too stuck on her own, and pointed out details that she might have completely overlooked otherwise. He was useful-

“This is getting boring as hell”

-at least when he was in the mood to be.

INFJ snorted “Sorry that studying this crucial information that could influence the result of, I don't know, our country's maybe even our whole continent's fate, while running the risk of being discovered and quite likely executed, is too 'boring' for you.” she retorted sarcastically.

ENTP sighed dramatically, pushing away the maps and going from sitting to completely laying on the floor “Ah, yes, … so boring. We should study something else.”

Despite the seriousness of their work she couldn’t help but smile when he did this. Taking advantage of the interruprion, she got up to stretch her limbs.

She had to admit to herself that she did not only brought him because of his usefulness, but also because she enjoyed his company. The kind of life she was currentely living was a lonely one- she could not stay for long or be seen too much around those she cared about, not even with the other members of the insurgence, or she could put them and her mission at risk. All of her connections with the people within the castle, even those that she actually liked, were not any better- they were literally built upon lies. The realest relationships she had had in most of her time since her role as an informant started were those with the kids under her care as a governess. But despite the genuine fondness between her and her little students, they were still just kids; she enjoyed talking with them but there was still so much she couldn't converse with them about, not even whithout taking in consideration her current double-life.

It had been more than a year and a half of living isolated while still being surrounded by people. At first she hadn’t mind the solitude- she had always been somewhat of the type to lean into it; but loneliness, especially the type that sticks when you are not actually physically separated from others, could wear down even the most independent hermit, if given enough time.

Nevertheless, it was for the greater good; she could deal with a lonely existence if it meant that those she loved would remain safe, as well as her mission.

Then this dumbass refused to let her push him away so persistently that she eventually gave in. And it had been the best thing that had happened to her in so long.

ENTP was someone who gave her a break from her intense reality. Someone she could rely on. Someone she could freely be herself with. A true friend.

Refusing to lay again on the hard floor just yet, she prefered to lay against the wall to give her sore legs a slightly longer break. Attempting to sound done with ENTP, she looked to the sky as if asking for patience, and sighed “Fine. As long as you don’t go to far, and don’t risk being seen you have my permission to go study whatever you want.”

After a short pause he replied “…Whatever I want, you say?” She looked down towards him, and the moment she saw that mischivious grin spreading across his face, she knew she should not have said that.

At first she expected him to bolt away to do something stupid- he apparentely had the tendency to do just that and it drove her nuts- but instead he jumped to his feet at once and bolted towards her. It happened so fast that she barely had any time to react. In seconds she was caged by him against the wall. “why- What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed stunned.

He playfully took a finger to his lips “Shh, we must be quiet, remember?” he laughed softly, apparentely finding her bewilderment amusing. “You told me I had your permission to study anything I wanted.” ENTP explained, though it wasn’t of much help.

Trying to mask with annoyance how flustered she felt at the sudden proximity in a way that wouldn’t get them discovered, she yelled at him as loudly as whispering allowed her to “Yes you idiot! And so?!”

ENTP took a few seconds before answering her. “I wanted to study you,” He whispered back calmly, staring down intently at her; “idiot.” he added after another pause.

She was taken aback. INFJ was not a fool, she knew this guy infront of her was, and had always been, a flirt. When she had first met him she had mentally marked him as a ‘Casanova’; not without foundation though- he had tried to seduce her multiple times, as well as several other women from the group; and once she got to know him better she became convinced that he would hit on a wall if he could. Even after they had become close, he constantly would flirt with her playfully; it got to the point were she became so used to it that she started answering back, leading into a flirty banter between the two.

Nonetheless, lately something felt differentely. She wasn’t sure exactly what but he seemed to look at her a little more intensely, his touched seemed to linger on a little longer, his words seemed to be a little more honest- It was as if she was becoming something more for him.

But INFJ refused to acknowledge all of that… because she was scared it had to do less with a change in him, and more with a change in her.

Because the truth was that the lines had began to blurr for her. She knew she liked what they had, but somewhere along the way she had lost where him-as-a-friend ended and him-as-more-than-that began. And she was not ready to confront that just yet. Nor she was ready to confront its implications.

Because the other truth was that, in the perfect scenario where he liked her back as much and wanted something beyond their friendship- it could not end well. She was a crucial part of a rebellion; a rebellion that was leading towards a war. Her life was always on the line, just like the life of everyone she cared about. And even if they could get away with this,- her sneaking him into her missions, sharing this sort of friendship or companionship- they would not get away with what followed. INFJ would not leave once this mission was over,- if she managed to survived it- she would fight on the war as long as it would last. She was too invested on all of this to not put herself at risk if it meant that she would be contributing towards the future they were fighting for. ENTP, on the other hand, was not as involved in everything as she was. He could still turn around and make himself a peaceful life outside of it all if he wished to.

Putting someone through the sufferings and, quite probably, the loss of being in a relationship with her... she was not selfish enough to do so.

Except that perhaps in this instance, where she could feel the warmth radiating from him and her heart was loud enough to silence every voice of reason in her head- she might be. By this moment she should have already answered to his comment with a witty retaliation, pushed him aside, and continue with her work. But she didn’t. Instead she breathed in deeply, conscious of their closeness, unsure of whether she wanted him to back off or get just a little closer.

After the lack of answer from INFJ, ENTP’s gaze turned into something she couldn’t quite read. “May I?” He asked softly, while asking for permission to touch her face.

She nodded.

He broke their eye contact as he first placed his hand gently on her right cheek, looking at that same place. He carassed her faced, his eyes following the moves of his hand all the way. He carefully let go of it to tug the hair that was covering her face behind her ears. After that, he slowly ran the outline of her ear with the tip of his thumb, sending subtle shivers down her spine. He procceeded to do the same ritual on the other side of her face, while holding her head in place with the first hand, and she confirmed that she was definetely an idiot, as she leaned towards his touch against her better judgement. ENTP had never touched her face as far as she could remember, let alone touch her like this; she doubted anyone had ever touched her in that way before. And she knew that the wise thing was to pull away, she knew it- but she simply closed her eyes instead, savoring the feeling, mentally damning herself. Once he had finished this second route, his thumb traveled towards her jaw, drawing its outline in the same form, until he placed his hand carefully at her chin. She opened her eyes.

INFJ knew he could hear her heartbeat at this point, as well as he could feel the waves of warmth that had traveled to her face the moment he had declared he wanted to study her. At this point there was no denying that this was not one of their usual silly games. He had to know by now that this was deeper than that. So she wondered how much of this was him taking an opportunity at enticing another woman the way he knew he could, and how much this was him taking an opportunity at enticing her because he wanted it to be her.

His hand still on her chin, he exhaled, right before lifting his eyes towards her lips. She parted them almost unconsciously. ENTP’s eyes left her lips to look directly into her own, right before leaning in-

At that second the sharp sound of the doors of the library opening made her gasp in surprise. Just as quickly ENTP’s hand placed itself on her mouth, while he attempted to take a glimpse of whomever had just entered. They heard steps approaching them, and INFJ feared that their carelessness might be the cause of their doom. A single governess being found in a compromising position with a man she sneaked into the castle, at night, while alone... she could bullshit her way out of it, probably. The confidential maps that she had no reason to even know about as well as the compromising notes spreaded accross the floor...? Yeah, she doubted that even her best lying skills would get her out of that.

As the steps got louder, ENTP pushed her deeper against the wall. She tensed. Whether he noticed or not she did not know, as his eyes remained focused on the origin of the steps.

Luckily for them, in a matter of seconds the person left, closing the doors as loudly as they had opened them. Only then did ENTP relaxed and turned back to face her. She remained tense; too many strong emotions too suddenly- and ENTP remained too close.

He seemed to notice just that, so he took a small step back, “You look just as if someone just told you they were about to cut your fingers off.” His hand remained covering her mouth still. INFJ understood why when he said “Relax, otherwise I cannot move my hand; at least until I’m sure you are not about to scream in fear, which surely would get us company very quickly.”

INFJ could read that this was his attempt at easing the atmosphere after… all. He was back at his silly comments, trying to take importance off whatever had just happened between the two. She had no idea about how that made her feel. Nevertheless, she decided to help him a bit and exagerated a deep breath- that might have not been that exagerated if she was honest- while rolling her eyes, and did her best to relax all of her body.

“That’s better.” ENTP grinned at her, “There’s no reason to be scared after all. I could have easily neutralized the guy that was a here a moment ago.” He said cockily “and besides him I see no danger. I mean the books over there- I guess they could fall upon us and bury us, but I don’t actually think that’ll happen… if it did it would be a pretty lame way of dying for a spy, wouldn’t it?” she couldn’t help but to snort at that, making an ungodly sound against his palm that they both ended up chuckling at.

“-But besides them there’s just you and me here.” INFJ’s own mind was definetely against her today, as she could swear she heard an almost wishful tone in that last sentence and her heart almost skipped a bit because of it. He finally added “And I won’t hurt you.”

She mentally replied ‘No, you wouldn’t.’

“So I would say you are safe; no reason to scream in terror, right?”

She laughed against his palm, and nodded. After that he finally pulled away, turned, and pretended to be interested in one of the maps they had already studied. Which was for the best. Whatever had just happened- it wouldn’t end well.

Still, she found herself wishing he had not pulled away.

She wanted nothing more than to get him off of her.

The moment she had saw him entering her cell her survival instincts had kicked in. Or at least would have had she not been in such a crappy state.

Chackled to a wall, barely being able to move due to her bruises and lack of food and water; she was in a vulnerable state and she knew it. ENTJ’s words still echoed in her skull. Only Heavens knew what they could and would do with her, and she honestly did not know how much she could endure. There was no hope of her managing to get out of this. But, she was determined to fight till her last breath- even if her body could not, her will would.

Nevertheless, being determined didn’t mean that she could not fear. And when the man that had entered her cell while she lied helplessly and unprotected launched himself over her, while attempting to quiet her calls for help, she could feel every bit of it.

And to think that in a different time he was the one who made her feel safe.

As she struggled to free herself any way she could, he suddenly pulled away slightly, saying “I won’t hurt you." He whispered "I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but please listen. Just once.”

His voice sounded sincere; troubled, concerned,- even scared. So she did the only reasonable thing to do.

INFJ bit his hand as hard as she could.

She failed to break skin because of her lack of strength but it was enough to make him pull away from her as he groaned in pain. She didn’t waste a second to begin yelling for help once more in hopes that someone would actually answered. Though she feared that the guards had been actually ordered to not interfere- or would just not care.

And to her further desperation her bold move only gave her four seconds before ENTP had her pin to the wall, with his other hand silencing her once more.

Right before she was about to bite again he stated “I came to warn you.”

Her initial reaction was confusion; enough to make her forget momentarily her intentions against the hand of her captor. But soon enough the rest of her caught up, though he took his hand away right before she could act. She resigned to laugh bitterly again, doubting any guards would come either way, so she did not waste more energy on trying. Instead she replied sarcastically “Oh, really? How thoughtful! What are you going to warn me about? About the twenty-something guards that awaited for me at Lady ESTJ’s chambers perhaps? Or maybe about the man that had been pretending and plotting behind my back for the last eight months? Because then I have bad news for you: It might be too late for that.”

Either because of her words or because he realized she was not about to scream again he backed further away, and she could not be more thankful for that. He exhaled sharply and began “Listen, INFJ, I know-”

She interrupted him before he could continue that sentence “You know nothing.”

He pressed his hands to his face, clearly frustrated. She did not understand what was the point of this act he was trying to pull. Perhaps he wanted her to low her guard just enough to get something out of her. There was a lot she had not shared with him, not even when blind to his true intentions- though she could not pride herself in that fact.

She had done as a way to protect him; so if things went wrong he had more chances of being able to get out of it all.

Stupid. She had been so stupid.

Or perhaps he was just toying with her. Either way she refused to fall for any of his schemes. If he came to hurt her he should just get done with it; she would never allow him to mess with her mind or emotions again.

Not ever again.

“INFJ, please, we don’t have the time for this-”

“Then do whatever the hell you came for and leave.” Stupid, indeed. Careless words that might lead to terrible things; but she was so tired she could not seem to care.

Dealing with his other persona- the king’s right hand man, his true self- she could do; it was someone she had never met and had no memories of. But dealing with him- while he called her name the way he used to, while he looked at her like that, while he became once more that person she had loved- she could not. She just wanted him to leave. Leave this cell. Leave her life. He had caused enough damage on her brain and heart, so why couldn’t him just do whatever more damage he wished to and leave her, once and for all? INFJ did not want to look at him any longer, she did not want to listen to him, she did not want to think of him, she did not even want to resent him; she wanted to wipe him off her memory and be able to live whatever short time she had left without any reminder of him.

Because memories hurt more than anything else.

She didn’t even try to look at him anymore. She couldn’t. At least not until the mirage infront of her turned back into the man she knew him to be.

“Tomorrow, the interrogations will begin; I-” he hesitated, and once again she was left to question what kind of ploy was he trying to pull “I will be there too. ENTJ wants to see you in despair. So don’t fight against-”

INFJ laughed; he was mad, and maybe she was mad too. “You came here to tell me to submit to him? Go fuck your-”

“Is the only chance you have!” she was startled by his sudden outburst “You don’t get it. I’ve seen what they can do. And he is personally fixated on you. He is cruel, he can be vicious and he is determined on taking you to your breaking point; I don't even know where his limits are. So unless you cooperate and pretend to despair he will keep going till you actually break.”

He believed her to be a lot more stupid than she actually was or he believed her to be a lot less headstrong than she was, but either way, one thing was clear: apparentely he did not know her as well as he thought “He is free of trying if he wishes.”

ENTP looked desperate and she ignored how that look pulled her heartstrings “INFJ, please- You don’t have to reveal much, keep you leaders or partners safe if that’s what you want, but just tell him enough. Enough for him to believe-”

“I would rather die!”

“You will die!” Without realizing he was once again mere inches away from her, just like he had been before, and like he had been before. The images of his past self and current self blurring, merging and spliting in her brain. But he did not touch her, nor did he hold her, nor did he kiss her. “And before you do he will torture you! Torture you in ways that will make hell look like a playground! He will and you will wish that death would hurry up because he will make your existence nothing more than pain! And I-” he stopped, suddenly stumbling into his words. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but ultimately just remained in silence. His eyes appearing to be flooded in despair.

Tears pricked her own. She had not cried yet. Not even one tear. It had all been too quick, too messy, too confusing to make sense of whatever was happening in her heart. She could feel the pain, but nothing else.

But now- How dared he? How cruel had someone to be to come and sound this concerned about a situation he purposely caused? How dared he to make her dizzy, placing her between the warm memories of what she had foolishly believed and felt for him, and the twisted stone cold reality of what things were?

“And who is to blame for that?” she finally answered him, barely speaking above a whisper.

He looked hurt, and she hated herself for the sorrow that look caused in her heart. This must be an act; there was no other explanation. She didn’t even dared to think about other possibilities, because she knew she would find one that would make her heart feel at ease. She would find one that completely explained and justified all of his actions, and she would forgive him. And once she had she would foolishly allow him to dig the knife deeper into her heart.

And all of that was without considering the danger she had put all of the insurgents in. How she put in danger the hopes of a better future for her people, maybe even people of other nations.

No. Not ever again.

Sudden steps resounded accross the halls, startling both of them.

ENTP hesitated before finally walking outside of her cell; before closing the door he said “I will get you out of here. I can't get you out just yet, but I will. I swear on it. Just please- please do what I told you. Trust me, just once more. I don’t have time to explain just yet, but if you don’t-” unable to end the sentence, he swallowed hard and locked the cell. He started walking away but right before disappearing from her sight he turned and said “I’m sorry, for everything.”

Then he was gone.

Leaving her with a confused mind and an even messier heart.

It must be a trap. There was no other explanation.

Not ever again.

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Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢

Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

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orionsangel86 · 4 years

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So, after a long conversation with super-powerful-queen-slaynna, whom you can thank for me sending this message, so like... if you like it good, if you don't blame them, I do want to apologize for assuming you were saying people can't talk about Destiel, its shippers and how much they dislike it in their group chats. That's what the post came off to me, as if you were policing what people could and couldn't say in these GC about Destiel. Slaynna made me realiza that you meant your post as a 1/2

warning to Destiel shippers who might wander into them. I understand this, because whenever a Destiel shipper follows me, I make it a point to warn them my blog might not be a positive space for them precisely to avoid this sort of unplesant interactions. It also came off as you were invalidating and dismissing the bad experiences people might have had with misbehaving Destiel shippers, which I'm sure you're nice enough NOT to do. My beef is really not with you, or Tink, or any other Destiel 2/?

meta writer, my beef is with shippers who are genuinely hateful and do hateful things. You simply came off as you didn't believe there are Destiel shippers who do these things at all. That say, I won't apologize for venting to like-minded people about my utter dislike for the ship, because we do in fact do that. But I don't think it's fair you walked in on us at that point and extrapolated that's all we do. BTW there is in fact an Anti-Destiel GC and the irony is, if you had walked into that 3/4

one 24hrs earlier, you would have in fact found people gushing about Megstiel and Sastiel, LMAO. 4/4

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Okay, I’ll give you pointers for being bold enough to come explain this in my ask box, and I commend @super-powerful-queen-slayyna for reaching out to try to calm the stormy seas. I am most likely not going to make any further comments on that post anyway because it has blown out of control and has escalated into a full blown ship war post which I never wanted when I sent it. It’s now Destiel shippers and my friends trying to defend me or people blatantly calling me names and using unnecessary language which I am not even going to acknowledge or give the time of day as I don’t go in for that sort of childish name calling (unless you count my use of the word bronly but some things I think even we can agree are a necessary evil).

My post was a response to my own hurt and irritation at coming across two GCs, one for Sastiel, and one for Megstiel, which were both recommended to me by Tumblr, which were not tagged as anti-Destiel that I could see, that appeared on the surface to simply be places for people to discuss and squee over those ships. In both GCs I saw nothing but hate and lies and other upsetting comments about Destiel and Destiel shippers. It was extremely disheartening to see that in what on the surface appeared to be safe spaces. Because here’s the thing, these shipper GCs should be safe spaces. I have friends that are multishippers, that like Sastiel (and even the odd few who like Megstiel even though admittedly I don’t anymore.) There are plenty of other people out there in fandom that might like all three ships (I’d imagine those people simply want Cas to have all the love in which case SAME).

To get one point very clear, I don’t actually care if people hate Destiel. I’m not going to preach to anyone about Destiel unless someone comes to me directly or comes scrolling my blog. I always tag Destiel so anyone who uses Tumblr blacklist should be able to avoid my blog completely. I would never intentionally go looking in an anti Destiel chat group. I’ve seen it all before anyway and it’s the same old arguments that really don’t affect my shipping preferences or my beliefs.

What annoyed me was that those GCs were not anti Destiel chats. They were Megstiel and Sastiel chats. They were places where impressionable young Megstiel and Sastiel shippers could come across, who have zero feelings towards Destiel, and find themselves being told a bunch of lies and nasty crap about Destiel shippers and the ship. They are places where Destiel shippers who like to ship those other ships too might come across and suddenly find themselves isolated and alienated, which only perpetuates retaliation from those Destiel shippers and potentially causes the hate that you stress is so virulent among Destiel shippers to begin with.

My post was a warning for multishippers who are also Destiel shippers or at least Destiel friendly, that those GCs were being used to spread hate about Destiel. It was also an FYI to the people in those GCs that their hatred was very much public, in case they weren’t aware. I tagged the ships because I wanted people who ship Megstiel and Sastiel to see it, especially if they are Destiel friendly, because yeah, I’d want them to avoid those GCs.

Yes I then got snarky. I claimed that this does kinda prove a point because no Destiel GC that I’ve seen includes a bunch of hate and nastiness aimed at other ships. Sure, there is a high chance that there are hateful Destiel shippers out there. There are certainly a lot of bitter people on Twitter who piss me off when they scream queerbaiting at the writers so yes, of course there are bad eggs. I was shocked that from what I saw, there was no squee or shared theories or excitement about the ships, just page after page of hate aimed at Destiel shippers. So yes, perhaps I happened upon both convos right when those topics cropped up (which would be rather coincidental) and perhaps I had just missed the topics that I was interested in checking out - the theories, the meta, the spec... That’s what I was interested in. Since these GCs are a way to keep a finger on the pulse of what the fandom might be thinking in terms of the show and shipping and I was curious. Believe it or not I actually like to keep an open mind even though Megstiel is something that gives me a bad taste in my mouth ever since I sat myself down and truly thought about it.

I generalised. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but those GC convos pissed me off. I don’t know a single Destiel shipper who would spend hours of their day just ranting about how awful Megstiel shippers are and how much they hate the pairing. I HAVE debated with friends about the suspected infiltration of the Megstiel ship by Bronlies who are using Meg to get Cas out of the way and to be spiteful towards Destiel shippers. This IS something that has been happening in recent years and I think even you admitted that in one of your replies to my post.

I also wasn’t trying to invalidate your experience with hate. I would never do that. The one thing I will say about anon hate in particular is that you don’t know who it is coming from. I occasionally get anon hate but I certainly don’t immediately assume it’s a w*ncest shipper just because I can’t stand w*ncest. Getting a message in your ask box that says “go kill yourself” is horrible, believe me, I know. But if that’s all it is, you can’t assume the sender was a shipper at all. Unless the message was “I ship Destiel and you can go kill yourself” you just can’t assume. If you have had actual Destiel shippers come and attack and threaten you and send you those messages directly then 1. I am so so sorry because no one deserves that kind of abuse, and 2. I hope you exposed them if you could. Because if there is one thing I have learnt about the Destiel shippers in MY circles, it’s that we find that kind of behaviour completely unacceptable and we WILL call it out from our own side if we see it.

The reason I have such a high opinion of Destiel shippers being the “nice” people in fandom is simply because I have never seen that kind of behaviour from them. I interact with a lot of people. I have seen Destiel shippers get overly passionate, I have seen them get upset and angry when people lash out at them. I have seen them turn bitter and negative and go off on rants about the show. I have seen them dog pile on an anti’s post to provide evidence against a false claim “Kripke said he’s straight” and I thought it was a bit much... but it wasn’t hate. It was a reaction to years and years and years of being laughed at, called delusional, mocked and ridiculed by all other sides within the fandom. Destiel shippers are desperate for validation. They are desperate to disprove the lies. If people actually listened to us, or read the countless posts that have been written clearly providing evidence and sources to disprove every lie and false claim against Destiel perhaps we wouldn’t be so defensive. That’s what happens when you’ve been gaslighted for 11 years.

But regardless, I’m not here to get involved in shipping wars. You’ll continue going on hating Destiel, and I will continue going on and, well, not hating, but very much disliking Megstiel in canon (though I have read some very sweet Destiel fics where Meg is Cas’s best friend and enjoyed the characterisations there.)

My post was never to gatekeep and stop you from ranting about Destiel. Rant away to your hearts content. As I said above I really don’t care if people hate it. All I ask, is that you keep that kind of content in places that are clearly labelled as anti Destiel. So that should a Destiel shipper want to check out a Sastiel or a Megstiel GC, they can do, without feeling completely unwelcome and hated on just for enjoying Dean and Cas’s relationship as well. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask. All it takes is one tag right? Create your Megstiel GC and by all means rant about Destiel in it, but please just tag it as Anti Destiel.

Thank you for reaching out to me and explaining your side of things. I do appreciate it.

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Steven Moffat Appreciation Day 2017: DWM Production Notes

With the end of the Moffat-era we are not just losing Steven’s writing talent on the screen, but also in the monthly DWM column in which he answers questions from readers of the magazine, sometimes serious, sometimes less so. Here are some of my favourites:

Is the Doctor's accent innate or part of the TARDIS' translation system? While people and lizards from Earth hear the Doctor speak with a Scottish accent, would beings from other planets hear him speak with a totally different accent?

The Scottish accent is prevalent throughout the universe because it is so sexy. That's one hell of an evolutionary advantage.

How do you think the other Masters would react to Missy if they ever met?

Oh, I've given it thought! Surely there's fan fiction already? There must be - to your work, if not! The impossible one, of course, is the Delgado/Gomez simmer-fest - but oh, imagine! Hooded gazes at dawn! Sneers like sword slashes! Sexy prowls, cat-like circling! In no time flat, a country cottage, three kids and a Volvo.

One summer evening, as they both puff away in the cigar gazebo, watching the children (identical girl triplets, dead white and levitating) rebuilding the lawn mower into a nuclear reactor using Master Plan Q, the question inevitably arises...

THE MASTER: My dear, you've never exactly told me who you are.

MISSY: You're always so busy, trying to drain the world's oceans, or rob banks with dinosaurs -

THE MASTER: I just want the kids to have a future.

MISSY: Then why do you keep trying to blow up the planet?

THE MASTER Must we always take this attitude to my work?

MISSY: Or freeze the polar ice caps.

THE MASTER: That was a simple administrative error.

MISSY: Don't you think there might be a clue in my name?

THE MASTER: Missy?

MISSY: Tiny bit of a clue?

THE MASTER: I have long suspected there was some cunning word play involved. Some abtruse hint as to your true identity, of some fiendish complexity and subtlety that it eludes even my mighty Time Lord brain. Is it short for Mistress, though?

MISSY: Yep.

IN THE GARDEN, THE TRIPLETS OBSERVE THE TWO CIGAR TIPS GLOWING MORE BRIGHTLY FOR A MOMENT IN THE SHADOWS OF THE GARDEN.

THE MASTER: My dear, do you think the triplets ever get lonely?

AND FROM THE HAPPY HOME, THE REST IS SILENCE. EXCEPT FOR THE NIGHTLY SING-A-LONG OF THE ADDAMS FAMILY.

In Kill the Moon Clara is very upset at the prospect of killing a big chicken. Yet in The Time of the Doctor she is seen gleefully roasting a turkey! How can she care so much for one type of poultry and so little for another?

Oh, for God's sake! It's not a turkey inside the moon, is it? It's a giant, pregnant space dragon and some spiders. Have you no grasp of physics?! Has Doctor Who taught you nothing?!

RUSSELL T DAVIES asks: I love your list in DWM 482 of the Doctor's many wives. Did you ever think we'd be having that conversation, 10 years ago? But... what's this? His marriage to Queen Elizabeth the First was unconsummated? But, but, but... in The End of Time Part One, the Tenth Doctor arrives on the Ood-Sphere to greet his old friend Ood Sigma with the words, "Got married. That was a mistake. Good Queen Bess. And let me tell you, her nickname is no longer... ahem." So, what does that mean, boss? What can it possibly mean?? Steven, what does it MEAN??? Thank you.

Oh for God's sake. PAY ATTENTION. You've gone soft up there in Manchester. Practically tofu, I'd say. Probably all that lazing about, never writing any episodes for me, even though I wrote six for you. Yes, SIX. Actually, no, SEVEN. Time Crashcounts too - and it was for charity. But never mind, oh no, I'll just type on and on and neglect my children, that's fine.

Okay, the facts. I said the marriage was unconsummated - and so it was. You saw for yourself in The Day of the Doctor - he ran straight off after the ceremony. Would we have put that on television if it wasn't true? But I never said - not once, not ever - that the relationship was unconsummated!

Yes, Russell! I went there. Even as you gasp and clutch the furniture for support, I am writing in the pages of Doctor Who Magazine about pre-marital shenanigans! I realise you've probably never heard of such unsanctified naughtiness - glancing at your resume, I see you write mainly about fruit and veg for Channel 4 - but it does go on, you know. Well, outside of Manchester.

So there you are. You may sleep again. The Doctor's boast in The End of Time (oh, and thanks for that title, just before I took over) and my statement that his marriage to Elizabeth was unconsummated are in no way contradictory. True fact! Accept my True Face. Back away in shame at your wrongness.

Actually, write me a story, and we'll say no more about it.

I read an article that said there was a TARDIS flooding scene in an episode of the 2012 series that was cancelled due to Karen Gillan being unable to swim. Could you elaborate on that further, please?

We decided not to drown Karen. There was a meeting. We voted.

Do you have any plans in store for the Cyber-Brigadier? Or will he just be left in limbo, protecting Kate wherever she goes?

Oh God, can you imagine. It's the spin-off: "My Dad's A Cyberman!"

KATE: Dad, please don't sit in my office. CYBERBRIG: Just sorting out a few things for you... KATE: Really, we're fine. CYBERBRIG: You've got far too many people. All you need is a Sergeant, maybe an occasional Captain, and a nice family car for you all to drive around in. Keeps the Earth perfectly safe! KATE: It's changed days, Dad. CYBERBRIG: And why don't have a big sign outside - UNIT HQ, with your name on it? Does you good to see your name on a big sign. KATE: Well, we are supposed to be a top secret organisation. CYBERBRIG: Yes, yes - you put 'Top Secret' on the sign. Have I taught you nothing about security?! And for goodness' sake, why do you have all these women about the place? How much tea do you need? KATE: They're scientists. CYBERBRIG: Scientists?! Have we been infiltrated? Evacuate the building, I'll lure them into a nuclear reactor. KATE: They work here. CYBERBRIG: They what?! You only need one scientist, Kate. A funny one, with silly clothes, that's the ticket. Give him a tiny little office and a table, he'll be perfectly happy. KATE: I'm a scientist. Science leads, that's what you taught me. CYBERBRIG: Exactly! Science leads! But only if you let it. Round them all up, put them in booths, waterboard any trouble-makers - KATE: Dad, you're getting excited again! Your moustache has slipped. CYBERBRIG: Oh, no, has it? It's this face, it's a bit slippery - like all aliens. I say, Kate - do you think people know my moustache isn't real? KATE: I think they always did.

Since the earliest days, whenever we viewers follow the Doctor into the TARDIS, he seems to take quite some time getting to the console before the TARDIS takes off. But when we stay outside, the door barely has time to close before dematerialisation occurs. What's your in-universe explanation for this quirk?

Oh, you and me both! I've worried about that for years. And in fact, decades before I got anywhere near Doctor Who, I came up with an answer. It's not in the show - it is not canonical - but I offer it up.

The TARDIS knows the future. Or rather, the TARDIS makes no distinction between past, present and future - for any time machine, time is all one long event stream, hanging there in causality, unmoving and unchanging. In other words the TARDIS already knows when its connection to real time and space will no longer be necessary, in any given part of the event stream. So as the Doctor and friends move towards the console, in the world outside the doors, the TARDIS has already fast-forwarded to the take-off the Doctor is about to perform.

Any good? Got something better? All head canons are equal!

How come the Doctor allowed River Song to go freely with her vortex manipulator but he kept disabling Jack's?

Every time he grabs River's wrist, it all goes very wrong.

[In Heaven Sent] who put the chalk marks around the missing paving slab, and who buried the slab in the ground? Was it whoever created the trap?

Oh, this is... wrong somehow. I figured out, in detail, how the Doctor's first few trips round the castle worked, but I deliberately buried it. I wanted atmosphere and mystery: for us to be trapped in the Doctor's nightmare, never sure what to trust. And I particularly liked (and still like) the idea that everyone would have a different theory about the logic. Peter Capaldi has one version, Rachel Talalay has another, and in a moment you'll have mine. But mystery and discussion is better, I swear.

So. What follows is not canonical. It's just the best I could work with from what the Doctor told me. Frankly, and with all my heart, you're better off not reading what comes next. Never trust answers - they're the opposite of conversation.

Okay...

The first time round the castle, the Doctor is there for many years - because there is no clue leading him to room 12. He's ancient by the time he understands that room 12 is important. It's a very old man who starts punching the wall...

After a few thousand years of this, he realises he's going too slowly. He needs to get the next version of himself into room 12 faster. But how to leave a message in a recycling puzzle box that a man like him would ever trust?

One ancient version of the Doctor doesn't punch the wall. He totters back out of the chamber before the veiled creature can arrive, and scratches the words 'I AM IN 12' in every nook and cranny he can find. He chooses that message because it sounds a little like a cry for help, and that always appeals to him. The next Doctor might even be fooled into thinking it's Clara. Oh, the cruelty of the Doctor to himself!

He knows that some of those hidden messages might just survive, because he knows the castle reset isn't perfect - the dust in the teleport room, the skulls in the water, the way the portrait of Clara he painted (of course it was him, the soppy old fool) has aged. Suspecting that objects moved from rooms, or added to them, sometimes can resist the reset, he pulls a scratched-on flagstone from the kitchen floor and buries it in the garden (later Doctors add the details of the arrows and the spade). It's this message - one of only two that manage to survive - that he always finds. The loop shrinks, the Doctor is younger as he punches the wall, and the Time Lords tremble as the storm grows closer.

The other message that survived? In my head - and I suppose, only there - 'I AM IN 12' is also written on the back of Clara's portrait. The trouble is, the Doctor draws too much strength from her smile ever to turn her face to the wall...

There are many more and I recommend to read them all. You can find a lot of them on reddit or on here. I really hope old chibs keeps this up, but I know it will never be as glorious as the answers of Steven “Master Selfcest Fanfic Writer” Moffat.

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