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(this gif is absolute shit my apologies. i had to get it from a youtube video😫 i will repost a more clear version of this)
chronically in love with you
emily sonnett x reader
this fic is loosely based off of my experience with pots and hyper mobile eds as an athlete. i hope anyone who reads this enjoys it😌
reader’s pov
It was nearing the 48th minute when you felt it hit, you were having a flare up right in the middle of the semifinal. Sure, you’ve had plenty of flare ups during games and you’ve played through bad days, but this was your first time having it happen in such a critical game. You groan slightly as you start to feel lightheaded and dizzy, your heart rate starting to increase.
“Fuck”, you mutter to yourself. You know you kind of need a minute to adjust to what’s happening to your body and to breathe. You don’t want to go off, however, or feel the need to quite frankly. Every other time this has happened your team gladly adapts to the situation, wanting to help in anyway they can. Sometimes you would have to go off for a second, while other times you’d stay on and just take it easy for a bit, your teammates only passing to you when necessary until you were okay to continue again. They’ve always told you that they’d have your back, all you had to do was say what you needed and they’d act accordingly. You look over your left shoulder as you’re getting back into position and see the one person that you feel most comfortable and confident that will help you in this situation. The one person that specifically promised to you that she’d look after you.
“Sonny”, you find yourself murmuring, doubting that she heard you over the ambience of the game.
sonny’s pov
The two of you had been dating for just a few weeks, Sonnett finally having the courage to ask you out. She already knew about your health problems because you had openly told the team, but she didn’t really know the exact details until she started talking romantically with you. Even before then she had always kept a watchful eye out for you, not being able to help herself due to her ever growing feelings. She had always asked how you were feeling and if you needed anything and would always be the first to notice when something was even slightly off. She would ask about your health and wanted to learn about everything that you had, no matter how complex the condition or the name was. Anytime you’d be feeling slightly more symptomatic than usual, she’d be the first to talk to you about it. If she noticed any discomfort on your part, she’d be the first to put a comforting hand on you. If you started to feel faint, she’d be the first to put her arms around you to steady you and keep you from falling. She was just always there when you needed her, and this only got stronger when the two of you got together. She seemed to know when you were feeling poorly even before you did, she’d recognize your tells even before you had time to register what was happening within your body. She’d ask if you took your medication and would give it to you if you ever forgot. If you fainted she’d be the first one to rush to your side and hold you until you were conscious and able to get up again. If you dislocated your joints she’d always comfort you as you got them put back in. She was always just there and ready to do whatever you asked of her. That’s why when you called out to her, ask weak as it was, she heard you.
“Sonny”, she just barely heard you say. She knew by the sound of your voice that something wasn’t right. She snapped her head towards you, concern evident in her features.
reader’s pov
Your eyes widen in disbelief when you realize that she heard you. In fact, you’d be a grinning mess if you didn’t feel so badly.
“I don’t feel good”, you manage to say a bit louder than you had said her name. You take a deep breath and move your legs around as you see her make eye contact with you, trying to calm your heart rate and keep your blood from pooling in your legs.
sonny’s pov
Her heart drops a bit as she looks at you and sees weak eyes looking back, worry starting to course through her body. She nods at you slightly, fully processing what you’ve said.
“Okay”, she says gently, her nods getting bigger as she turns to get into position. She tries her best to be as nonchalant as possible as she gestures to the rest of the team to cover for you. She doesn’t want to get herself too worked up about the situation and cause herself to make mistakes due to being worried about you. She does her best to keep an eye out for you while continuing to do what she needs to do for the team. She finds herself going extra hard for the next few minutes, wanting to do everything in her power to do a good job covering for you and allowing you time to take a minute to manage your health. She’ll be damned if she fucks anything up when it comes to you. She ends up being able to walk next to you as the team resets for a goal kick.
“Are you okay baby?”, she asks as she puts a hand on your lower back. She takes a look at you, searching for any signs of discomfort from you.
“Yeah”, she hears you respond.
“You sure? It’s alright if you’re not babe…I want you to take care of yourself”, she finds herself rubbing your back ever so slightly.
“I’m okay now Em, I’ll let you know if it changes.”, you respond honestly to her.
“Okay baby. I’ll be watching out for you”, she pats you on the back gently before going to the spot she needs to be in.
The rest of the game she keeps an eye out for you just like she promised, constantly looking to you and nodding to you to wordlessly ask if you’re okay. She takes pride in watching you recover and play your heart out for the rest of the game, cheering you on and giving you encouragement when she can. Once the game is over she makes a beeline to you and gives you a hug.
“I’m so proud of you baby. I know this isn’t the first time you’ve felt off during a game, but just getting to watch you work through it and all…and it’s such an important game and…I’m sure you felt a lot of pressure and…it-it was just so badass to me…I don’t know. I’m just…I’m proud to call you mine…”, she kind of chuckles.
“Don’t…don’t listen to me…uh…I’m sure you still feel like crap, huh?”, she shakes her head at her rambling and pulls from the hug to look at you.
“Yeah, it’s not as bad as it got during the game, but yeah i feel like some shit”, you tell her honesty.
“What can I do for you? When we get back do you want me to hold you or give you a massage or something? I’ll do whatever you need baby, just tell me.”, her eyes widen a bit out of curiosity as she sees a smile forming on your face.
“What?”, she feels a smile creeping onto her face, just not being able to help herself. She watches as you shake your head and start to walk towards the locker room, still smiling.
“What?!”, she says now laughing as she watches you walk away.
Later on back at the hotel she does just as she promised and tends to you and your needs. She holds you and asks what was bothering you during the game and how you managed to work through it, wanting to know in case she needs to help you or give encouragement to you while you recover. She talks with you and comforts you until it lulls you to sleep. She just watches you sleep for a long while, not believing she gets you call you hers. She feels her heart swell at the thought of spending all of her days with you and building a future with you. Even though it’s only been a few weeks since the two of you started dating, she feels like everything has just fallen into place and couldn’t imagine her life without you by her side.
“I love you baby”, she whispers into your ear, hoping that her words make their way into your dreams. She kisses you on the head and turns out the light, holding you even tighter with a smile on her face as she drifts off to sleep.
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For the WIP Adaption Ask Meme - 🎬
🎬—Who would you cast as your characters?
Lol so I'll be the first to admit I have a limited knowledge of actors since I don't tend to watch a lot of movies, but hey maybe I can pick other random people to go along with it even if they aren't actors.
So I'll be answering this for Rituals and Red Tape. This has a lot of characters, so I'm only going to address a handful because I am a mortal with limited brain power. Also this would most likely be an animated thing so we're working off of vocal and vibes.
Alex- So this one is kinda hard because I would want somebody with a very androgynous sounding voice, and my knowledge of people with that is quite sparse. That said allowing for audio editing and other shenanigans: SungWon Cho. I feel like he could really bring the energy for Alex, just somebody who knows what the hell they're doing but is just so damn tired of other people fucking it up. Just a jaded white collar park ranger.
Peter- Harvey Guillen, sweet soft Guillermo.
Andrea- Kristen Schaal. Like yeah she has a spunky voice but she can also really sell the more serious and down to earth moments.
Dave- Idris Elba or James Earl Jones. Deep, monotonous but still very expressive, overbearing. I mean, c'mon
HR- Ben Schwartz/Willem Dafoe. Okay so for this boy when he is in his dreamy anime boy form it's the former, but when he is a writhing little ball of tendrils and i n t e n t i o n s we have the latter.
Greg- Jack McBrayer. This dude's voice live in my head rent free anytime I write for Greg.
Hope those answers are satisfying!
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Writing list
This is the list if characters i write for. Any characters or fandoms not listed? Ask and they might get added!
Stranger things
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Nancy Weeler
Johnathan Byers
Eddie Munson
Joyce Byers
Jim Hopper
Good Omens
Aziraphel
Crowly
Slashers
Micheal Myers (og)
Corry Cunningham
Jason Voorhees
Thomas Hewitt
Chucky
Tiffany Valentine
Stu Macher
Billy Loomis
Freddy Kruger
Brahms Heelshire
Yautja (Male and Female)
Otis Driftwood
Beastars
Anime only sorry
Legoshi
Louis
Bill
Riz
Pina
Haru
Juno
Jojos Bizarre Adventure
Anime only sorry
Johnathan Joestar
Caesar Zeppeli
Joseph Joestar (part 3 and 4)
Jotaro Joestar (all parts)
Jean Piarre Polnareff
Noriyaki Kakyoin
Muhammad Abdul
Josuke Higashikata
Yoshikage Kira
Okuyasu Ninimura
Koichi Hirose
Giorno Giovanna
Guido Mista
Leone Abbacchio
Narancia Ghirga
Bruno Bucciarati
Jolyne Cujoh
Weather Report
Narciso Ananusi
Dio Brando (all parts)
Dialtown
Oliver swift
Randy Jade
Karen Dunn (platonic only)
Jerry
Bigfoot
Phonegingi
Norm Allen
Dead By Daylight
Dwight Farfield
Claudette Morel
Jake Park
Feng Min
David king
Ace Visconti
Nancy Weeler
Steve Harrington
Leon Kennedy
Trapper
Wraith
Doctor
Shape
Huntress
Legion (all except Susie)
Ghost Face
Oni
Deathslinger
Trickster
Nemesis
Detroit Become Human
Connor
Markus
Kara
Luther
Hank
Gavin
Red Dead Redemption 2
Arthur Morgan
Dutch Van der lind
Sadie Adler
Resident Evil
Leon Kennedy
Luis Sera
Claire Redfield
Chris Redfield
Jill Valentine
Ada Wong
Carlos Oliveira
Ethan Winters
Alcina Dimitrescu
Karl Heisenberg
Stardew Valley
Sebastian
Elliot
Shane
Alex
Sam
Harvey
Abigail
Hailey
Krobus
Monster Prom
Damien LaVey
Liam De Lioncourt
Polly Geist
Scott Howll
Vera Oberlin
Miranda Vanderbilt
Calculester
Zoe
Oz
Amira
Vicky
Brian
Life Is Strange
Max Caufield
Chloe Price
Warren Graham
Nathan Prescott
Mark Jefferson
Until Dawn
Joshua Washington
Christopher Hartly
Mathew Monroe
Jessica Riley
Michael Taylor
Ashly Brown
Our Life
Cove Holden
Cliff Holden
Derek Suarez
Baxter Ward
Obey me!
Lucifer
Mammon
Leviathan
Satan
Asmodeous
Belphegor
Beelzebub
Simeon
Diavolo
Barbatos
Raphael
Thirteen
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Shadow Game Characters with Pets
(These are all post-Queen of Volts unless otherwise stated)
Marcy, obviously, has thirteen cats named after legendary street lords (but all the Spirits help out).
While Lola is writing her book and still trying to fix her relationships with Justin and Enne, she gets pretty lonely sitting in front of a typewriter all day. Tock suggests getting a pet to cheer her up, but Lola doesn’t want anything noisy or time-consuming, so she gets a little fish for on her desk while she’s working. Tock doesn’t get the point of having a fish for a pet at first, but then she sees that Lola sometimes will take a break and watch it swim around, and she looks really calm. So they get a few more and have a lovely fish tank that helps Lola feel less isolated at her desk and that Tock likes to fill with those colorful pebbles.
Narinder hires some more people to work in the Catacombs so he can have a more reasonable schedule. Once he starts spending less time frantically moving back and forth behind the bar and more time in the back of the club doing paperwork, he gets a black Labrador named Delilah. Most afternoons he ends up sitting on the floor to go through the ledger because she likes to curl up next to him and rest her head in his lap while he works. She is an absolute sweetheart and Harvey will stop by to “help Narinder with work” and end up barely paying attention to a word because he’s playing with Delilah.
(pre-series for obvious reasons) Reymond has a ball python that he found god-knows-where and that he carries around his neck to terrify people if they’re giving him or the Scarhands a hard time. He never mentions the snake’s name in public, leading most people to think he doesn’t have one and that he’s just Eight Fingers’s nameless python. Little do they know that some young Scarhand thought they were being clever and started calling him “No Fingers” after the Scar Lord. Reymond was not amused, but behind closed doors the name stuck.
Poppy really wants a few parakeets, because her father got her one when she was younger and she has a lot of good memories associated with it. Birds are way too loud and chaotic for Delaney to handle, and Poppy realizes that parakeets might complicate her busy dance schedules. She ends up getting a tiny Maltese dog named Snowflake that she can easily take with her wherever she goes. Thankfully, Snowflake is very friendly and loves meeting people at her recitals. Delaney swears up and down that he’s Poppy’s dog and she has nothing to do with it, but she not-so-secretly adores him and melts any time he looks in her direction.
One morning when Sophia goes over to Harrison’s apartment for brunch, a gray cat follows her into the building and won’t go away no matter what she tries. The poor thing is very battered like she got into a fight, so Harrison sees what’s going on and cleans her up before giving her some food and a makeshift place to sleep. The next morning, the cat won’t leave. Harrison and Sophia have to have a serious talk because he’s a busy man and she isn’t ready for 100% responsibility for a pet yet, but they work out a system where the cat (which they name Jade, as a tip of the hat to the eye color that unites their awkward family) mostly lives at Harrison’s apartment but spends time with both of them. They’re still figuring out how to be a family, but their arrangement with Jade helps.
Feel free to add on if you have any other thoughts! This is fun to think about, I love pet headcanons :D
#the shadow game#ace of shades#king of fools#queen of volts#amanda foody#marcy#lola sanguick#tock ridley#narinder basra#harvey gabbiano#reymond kitamura#poppy prescott#delaney dawson#sophia torren#harrison augustine
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2022 Writer Summary
Okay, here we go. Not necessarily my favorite or best piece(s) for each month, might be I tried something new, or I’m just really proud of a bit of dialogue, or feel it’s good rep for how I write a character/pairing
· January ·
"I couldn’t sleep” prompt ∙ Dragon Age∙ Harvey Cousland/Trinne Amell
“You could go get some sleep,” [Trinne] offered, then cleared her throat, flicking a nearby dandelion and watching the winged seeds dance off into the darkness. “This one was a doozy, I don’t think I’ll be gettin’ more myself any time soon.”
Harvey shook his head. “I’m doing alright.” And I’m not leaving you alone. “It’s only another hour or so, I’ll be fine.”
This, too, had become a familiar dance over the past several months.
This smile reached her eyes and felt like an accomplishment. “Alright, Cousland, your loss.”
·February·
Unbidden ∙SWtOR ∙ Endrali Jade/Arcann Tirall
The unbidden warmth sprang back to life in his chest as he reshaped the alloy so it all matched the pieces he’d thought were too small before. It had a purpose now, beyond giving him something to do or proving the echo of his father wrong. It was for her.
“Few things are completely lost causes,” Endrali’s voice wove through his thoughts and Arcann almost smiled to himself, the golden alloy warming in his hand.
·March·
Old Habits ∙ KotOR II ∙ Evony Xara/Bao-Dur
Evony crossed her arms, concern squeezing her heart at the sight. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Bao-Dur said quietly, voice hoarse and as death-warmed-over as the rest of him looked. (She tried not to dwell on how near the truth that was.) He glanced down at the tools spread out on the workbench. “And you know what they say about old habits.”
Evony mustered a small smile as she nodded. “I’m glad old friends are another thing that die hard.”
·April·
(gets two bc I cannot pick between them 😅)
Favoritism · Wrath of the Righteous ∙ Etain Torren/Vikkari Damson
Sunrise arrived in full as [Etain] spoke, golden beams filtering through the trees to catch the swirling remnants of mist behind her and Vikkari would have sworn he actually saw angel’s wings. He blinked and started to dismiss it as getting caught up in the moment, before he saw her shadow, cast long and bold on the grass.
It had wings, too. [...] They were breath-taking, almost dazzling even as a suggestion made of dew and shadow. Subtle but beautiful, an aura of care and command. Awe-inspiring.
A perfect match, in his opinion, for the woman they graced.
Unbowed ∙ SWtOR ∙ Endrali Jade/Arcann Tirall
It was all he could do to keep his breathing even as her fingers ghosted over his scarred cheek, her thumb smoothing away the cut on his lip as if it never existed.
“Better?” she asked, withdrawing her hand.
You make a great many things better. “Thank you, Commander.” It came out hoarse and Arcann cleared his throat as he turned to look for his lightsaber, finally raising his hand to call it to him. It was as good a distraction as any.
May
For the Record ∙ Greedfall∙ Vesper de Sardet/Kurt
Kurt let her grab his wrist and steer him over to a boulder, sat without prompting so she could get a better look. “It’s really not that bad–”
“Says the man who can’t see it, and stitched up his own bullet wound,” she said, nudging his hat out of the way.
“That was a graze.” His voice was rife with amusement on the familiar rebuttal. He slid the hat off and sat it off to the side with his sword.
“My point,” Vesper said, pausing to catch his eye, “is that your scale for ‘not that bad’ skews quite a bit from the norm. For the record.”
The corners of Kurt’s mouth pulled up in a small smile and he tipped his head in concession of that much, at least. “And you, Sweet Excellency, worry too much. For the record.”
·June·
a helping hand ∙ KotOR ∙ Kenna Tasman/Carth Onasi
“All teasing aside, thanks for your help, Carth. This would’ve been a lot harder on my own.” Near-impossible, [Kenna] acknowledged to herself, and she didn’t just mean dealing with her shoulder.
He gave her a crooked smile, the same one that had accompanied the words don’t get yourself in a twist over it, gorgeous and shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll return the favor many times over.”
“Planning to get yourself beat up a lot, Onasi?” she asked dryly as she sat on the edge of her bed. Now that her shoulder didn’t hurt so much, she really wanted a nap.
“Only if I have you around to save my butt,” he shot back.
·July·
(another twofer)
Of Warden & Pariahs ch 45 ∙ Dragon Age ∙ Trinne Amell & Harvey Cousland
Trinne was too short on sleep, too angry to play at civility. “Which he was only able to do b’cause you thought you deserved better than any other family with a mage child,” she ground out, “and tried to keep it a secret. And have apparently decided that makes everything his fault; Connor couldn't have done anything, even unintentionally, and you had good reasons, which makes you blameless. It’s not your fault, you didn’t mean for it to happen. So it had to be all Jowan’s doing and you tortured him for something that wasn’t his fault!” Ironically, the only part of this mess that wasn’t. Her fingers dug into her arms for a modicum of self-control. “In case it’s relevant in the future, arlessa, torturing a mage is a good way to wind up with an abomination, rather than whatever you were aimin’ to get from them. You’re lucky he’s tougher than he looks!”
Black Ale Chase ∙ SWtOR ∙ Eisza Merik/Bloodworthy*
“Looks like we both lost that one,” Bloodworthy commented, nodding across the table. She followed the gesture to her tipped-over shot glass, still rocking from her rush setting it down.
“I wouldn’t call it losing,” she said as she returned to her seat. “But at least it makes us even.” She winked at him.
He winked back with a smile, and Eisza couldn’t fight the answering grin as she righted her glass to wait for a refill.
Mako was gonna freak that she’d missed this.
·August·
same as always ∙ Greedfall ∙ Vesper/Kurt
[Vesper] was studying his face like she saw something of his struggle. “I told you your support means the world to me.” Her hand slid higher on his arm. “I want to support you, too.”
Kurt took an unsteady breath, thoughts full of her dogged pursuit for the truth about what happened to Reiner, of them saving Wilhelm, her putting a bullet through Rolf’s head, full of righteous fury nearly the match of Kurt’s own. Of nighttime conversations held shoulder-to-shoulder in whispers as they watched their surroundings, of her quiet–poorly concealed–indignation at the presumptions people made of him.
“You do, Vesper,” he finally murmured, voice still hoarse and heart pounding in his chest. “More than you know.”
·September·
handholding prompt 45 ∙ Wayhaven Chronicles ∙ Janine Elder/Felix Hauville
“Hey, you asked what I wanted to do, babe,” Felix pointed out, amber eyes sparkling. “Maybe gloating that I have an awesome girlfriend is on the list.”
She couldn’t help herself. Janine pressed her forehead to his, her finger tracing light patterns against his back. “Does that come before opening presents…” Kissed him briefly, lightly. “Or after?”
Felix considered for a moment, hand sliding to the back of her neck. “How ‘bout both?” he murmured with a grin as he kissed her back more deeply.
·October·
The Long Burning Torch ch 6 ∙ Shepherds of Haven ∙ Xaeryn Shrike/Red Antiqua
“Do you… want to dance?”
[Xaeryn’s] better judgment, struggling to hold years of unspoken sentiment at bay, immediately insisted it was a bad idea. She would let slip something she shouldn’t, make things awkward, lose a friend. She’d been worried about the risk of this very scenario, remember?
She did remember. She’d also never managed to tell Red Antiqua no in her life and didn’t really want to start now. Not when he was looking at her like that; all boyish grin and twinkle in his eyes. She’d been right, she wasn’t strong enough. “Sure.”
·November·
Every Minute ∙ Mass Effect ∙ Emily Shepard/Kaidan Alenko
“Emily.” Kaidan lifted his head from her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I know my limits, sweetheart,” he murmured, squeezing her hand.
“And I know how far you used to push yourself past them,” she countered, squeezing back. “I don’t want you feeling like you have to do that-”
“I don’t,” Kaidan promised, cutting her off. “And I’m not. Trust me.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’m not gonna let a little headache stop me from having dinner with my wife tonight.”
·December·
Tradition ∙ SWtOR ∙ Briyoni Nerai/Jonas Balkar & Vica Nerai/Theron Shan
The sweater was a darker red than the one for her sister, with black collar, hem, and cuffs. Snow-capped mountains and volcanic steam vents alternated in a pattern around the sleeves and waist, the upper portion of the chest dominated by a wampa with arms raised and a giant white pompom nose. The words ‘Hoth Stuff’ were embroidered over the steam vents to the right and left of the beast.
“Oh. My-” [Jonas’] shoulders shook trying to hold back the full force of warranted laughter. He only partially succeeded. “Briyoni, you know there’s no way in hell he’ll wear that, right? I don’t have that much blackmail material on him.”
“Vic batting her eyes and saying please might work,” Bry drawled.
*a note for Black Ale Chase, the pub dat on AO3 is n August, but both prompt fills that make it up are from July, and I am proud of my rarepair fic, so I’m counting it for July
#queens fic#writer stuff#do i tag this as an art summary? or would that be unwelcome clutter in the tag?
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Fandom List
The following below are fandoms that I'm in as well as a few characters that I'm willing to write for. Feel free to ask about someone who's not named on the list (I'll most likely only list 4 per thing for space reasons (I could go on forever with MCU people alone)).
Masterlist | DOs, and DON'Ts
I do the following for imagines and requests:
X Reader
Character Ships
Male X Male
Male X Female
Female X Female
Any X Gender Neutral
Below the line is the fandom list + at most 4 characters
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Tony Stark
Bucky Barnes
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Others
X-Men
Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
Jean Gray (Phoenix)
Ororo Munroe (Storm)
Others
Marvel On Netflix
Frank Castle (Punisher)
Trish Walker (Jessica Jones)
Matt Murdock (Daredevil)
Others
DC Comics
Joker (Any version)
Harley Quinn
Oliver Queen
Others
Gotham
Jim Gordon
Harvey Bullock
Oswald Cobblepot
Barbara Kean
Others
Dream SMP
Technoblade
JSchlatt
Wilbur Soot
Dream
Others
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Castiel
Rowena
Charlie
Others
The Walking Dead
Daryl Dixon
Rick Grimes
Negan Smith
Maggie Greene
Others
Fear The Walking Dead
Nick Clarke
Al
Alicia Clarke
Victor Strand
Others
The Witcher
Geralt
Jaskier
Yennefer
Others
Arcane
Silco
Jinx
Vi
Others
Criminal Minds
Spencer Ried
JJ
Derek Morgan
Others
Law and Order SVU
Finn
Carisi
Amanda
Others
Orange Is The New Black
Nicky
Lorna
Maritza
Others
The 100
Bellamy Blake
Octavia Blake
John Murphy
Marcus Kane
Others
Grey's Anatomy
Mark Sloan
Lexie Grey
Derek Shepherd
Izzie Stevens
Others
Soul Eater
Death The Kid
Maka Albarn
Soul Eater Evans
Others
My Hero Academia
Shota Aizawa
Katsuki Bakugou
Tomura Shigaraki
Dabi
Others
Attack On Titan
Annie Leonhart
Levi Ackerman
Mikasa Ackerman
Hange Zoe
Others
Lucifer
Lucifer Morningstar
Chloe Decker
Others
American Horror Story
James Patrick March [ Hotel ]
Countess [ Hotel ]
Nora [ Murder House ]
Kit [ Assylum ]
Others
Victorious
Jade West
Beck Oliver
Andre Harris
Others
NCIS
Anthony DiNozzo
Ziva David
Others
The Office
Jim
Pam
Erin
Others
9-1-1
Buck
Abby
Others
Fallout 4
Nick Valentine
Piper Wright
John Handcock
Others
Until Dawn
Chris Heartley
Samantha Giddings
Others
Detroit: Become Human
Connor
Kara
Hank
Others
Resident Evil: Village
Karl Heisenberg
Alcina Dimitrescu
Bela Dimitrescu
YouTubers
Jacksepticeye
Smosh [ Anyone ]
Markiplier
Mithzan
Others
Markiplier Egos
Darkiplier
Wilford Warfstache
Illinois
Yancy
Others
Jacksepticeye Egos
Antisepticeye
Chase
Marvin
Others
Creepypasta
Jeff The Killer
Ticci Toby
Clockwork
Others
Disney
Elsa
Kristoff
Others
Celebrities
Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Lauren Cohan
Robert Downey Jr.
Scarlett Johannson
Others
#Fandom list#request#ask#marvel cinematic universe#dream smp#the walking dead#supernarural#criminal minds#orange is the new black#requests are open#resident evil village
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wait selina had her own protege? Tell me more 🥺
[Image ID: A young girl (maybe like 13-15) with hazel (yellowish) eyes and short brown hair. She's wearing a lot of eye makeup, a little hat with cat ears, and goggles. She wears a tie, pink vest, and grey t-shirt with pawprints. End ID]
Batman (1940) #642
Kitrina Falcone - link to wiki
She was a Catwoman copy cat (haha sorry i couldn't help it) who grew up with her abusive uncle (Mario Falcone - he literally tries to kill her in the arc she's in, she calls him uncle - but others claim she's his little sister and she claims she's Carmine's daughter) and lived on the streets for a while. She looked up to Catwoman and imitated her, but Selina steals some of her maps (i think like blueprints for heists or smth idk) so she breaks in to Selina's house to steal them back.
At this point she was working for Penguin (she bombed a place it was a whole thing) - her map making skills are vital for taking down/locating Black Mask so she's vital (she's doing this for the bounty). And she and Selina get on and Selina gives her a costume and she becomes Catgirl.
[Image ID: Selina Kyle as Catwoman and Kitrina Falcone as Catgirl stand on a rooftop next to each other with the moon illuminating them. The Catgirl costume has a studded silver belt and collar, black claw-like gloves, black leggings, and a black tank. There are pink zagging stripes on the side of the torso and back of her calf that have silver behind them. She also wears pink ankle high converse with a purple cat icon patch on the side. She has a mini cowl with cat ears that are pink on the inside and pink scale-like bracelets/ruffles at the end of her gloves. Narration boxes (Dick): Or in this case, in the reflection I catch out of the corner of my eye - the swift and agile movement in the reflection of the windows across the street. Selina: He's gone, Catgirl. Kitrina: I want to follow him. I bet he has a cool hideout. Selina: No. You have much to learn... and lesson one starts tonight. End ID]
Batman (1940) #697
Idk if she has any appearances as Catgirl, but following her appearances listed in the wiki she lives with Selina for a while until Dick tries to talk her into going to boarding school (with Selina also on board) on orders from Bruce.
[Image ID: Dick and Kitrina argue on a rooftop, Dick as Batman and Kitrina in a white tank top and pink pajama pants. Narration box: I don't have much time to spare on a night like tonight. But Bruce wants Kitrina Falcone out of Gotham. I can't say I disagree. Dick: The Aldridge Boarding School for girls is one of the best in the country, Kitrina. It's everything you need. Kitrina: And nothing I want. Dick: You can't have what you want. I'm taking that away from you. Kitrina Why are you acting like such a dork? I've proven myself. I helped you. Are you forgetting all the - Dick: You're young enough... smart enough to have a normal life. And you're an opportunist... take the one I'm giving yo - Kitrina: No one gives me anything. I take. I have everything I need here. Support. Training. Selina (off panel): Listen to him, Kitrina. End ID]
Batman (1940) #710
Dick lecturing a kid about not being a child vigilante is just jdfklajdkfla hypocrite XD
Anyways from here on, she runs ahead on the case they're working on (i skimmed didn't actually read it) leaving him clues and such it's like the typical young vigilante storyline of being over confident. She gets in over her head, Dick catches up and bails her out - she runs (because this one actually has self preservation instincts unlike the 934758 other batfam characters). Dick gets shot in the head (again - but don't worry the cowl redistributed its impact *sigh* this man has so much head trauma, but comic book logic) by Harvey Dent's wife Gilda no less and wakes up later and finds this letter.
[Image ID: Dick looks down at a paper, bandages are wrapped around his forehead. He's drawn with blocky features there art style isn't doing him any favors. Dick: A letter from Kitrina Flacone. The note reads: Dear Batman, I am writing to keep you from worrying about what became of me. I wouldn't want you to think that "Catgirl" got in over her head. Or was kidnapped, or killed. They show the side of a travelling bus. Note: I'm leaving voluntarily. In fact, I'm going to try out that school you signed me up for. It's probably a dumb idea... but I'm a girl who likes challenges. Kitrina sits looking into the window, seeing her reflection as Catgirl, earbuds in her ears. Note: And putting up with a bunch of rich prissy debutantes will be a challenge. I'm sure I'll put a few of them on their rears by the time it's over. But the point I'm making is, don't count me out. I'll be back. And I will be bad-assed. - Sincerely, K End ID]
Batman (1940) #712
The arc itself is pretty dry and follows a pattern we've already seen from DC comics. Also she's like "I'll be back" and DC just went sike. So. Yeah. Reboot messed her stuff up. It's annoying to me that they made Lian Selina's new protégé or whatever when they already had this storyline right here, and to have Jade drop her off like that is ooc, especially because Roy was right there as well. And while Kitrina might not be for everyone personality wise, I personally would love to see her kick rich kids asses at boarding school. Or just have her train under Selina - because at the least she already grew up watching Selina and trying to emulate her, both in personality and in the skills she taught herself - so the connection for this character is already there - whereas "Shoes" just came out of nowhere.
Another thing I find kind of funny is the popularity of "Stray" fics, because she hits some of the same beats I've heard about (i haven't read any though this is second hand knowledge). To my understanding, when someone (Tim or Jason) is stray, they grow up on the streets trying to escape familial abuse (which she does) and eventually is taken in by Catwoman (which she is) and becomes her protégé (again which canonically happened to this character). Though she doesn't interact with her respective Robin (Damian at the time) too much which i think is also usually a part of said fics.
Anyways here's her being called a stray lakdfjaslfdj
[Image ID: Kitrina as Catgirl slams into a car, Riddler's daughter following after her. Riddler's daughter: I need to warn you. I hate cats. Kitrina is kicked through the cars windshield. Riddler's daughter: Especially strays. Kitrina: Oofh! End ID]
Batman (1940) #711
I have no idea if this is a coincidence or not - this character has very few appearances, which date back to the Dick!Bats era - so i assume most of this fandom doesn't actually know who she is, but it's possible one of the first "Stray" fics used her as inspiration.
Also she freaking bit Dick as Batman which i find hilarious - i know fandom makes a big thing about Damian being a biter but like:
[Image ID: Kitrina bites someone's gloved forearm - it's Dick as Batman but you can't tell from the panel, forcing him to drop a knife. There's a chomp sound effect. Kitrina: What're ya? Crazy?! You're not killing him! Dick: Umff!]
Batman (1940) #696
*CHOMP*
#I also found a panel of Steph biting the Black Mask during War Games and i was like yes get him!!!#thanks for the ask i'm sorry this was so gosh darn long lmao#Kitrina falcone#stray#i wouldn't go looking for stray stuff apparently theres a lot of j*y/t*m which is why i avoid it#and allow the more dedicated individuals wade through the trash and tell me about it#either which way i'm literally so angry they chose to do a stupid ass plot with Lian instead of just bringing her back#like dc please read your own comic book canon and then we can talk#asks#batfam#little known batfam members#batfamily#catwoman#catgirl#dc comics#selina kyle
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Name: Cynthia “Thea” Ashley Levin
Nickname: Thea (prefers to go by this nickname than her real name), Cyn, Cynthie, Cee, Levin Jr, Mr.Blunt
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Birthday: 7th February
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Ethnicity/Specie: American - Human/Anodite/Osmosian
Personality: Intelligent, Bold, Smart-Mouthed, Impulsive, Instinctive, Arrogant, Temperamental, Stubborn, Focused, Helpful, Brave, Wild Streak, Protective, Blunt, Romantic
Hobbies: Calligraphy (Writing in this style has an extremely calming effect on Thea), Hip Hop Dance, Mechanics, Automobiles, Is it bad to say she likes math? (It’s logical, practical and makes sense, the addition of letters just made it more enjoyable), Car Shows, Martial Arts
Family:
Gwen Tennyson - (Mother/Despite Thea being very different to her mother, loud and impulsive, the two still get along well. They like to have intelligent discussions, and Thea often goes to her when asking questions about something, knowing her mother will give her honest and truthful answers. They also like to study magic together, and enjoy reading books in the same room.)
Kevin Levin - (Father/Very much a daddy girl, Thea takes after her father quite a bit, in personality and in many interests. Ever since she was little, she’s loved cars thanks to her father, and the two like working together in his garage and chatting. Kevin taught her to be a tough one, and tries his hardest to make sure she never takes a path like he once did.)
Zed - (Pet - Anubian Baskurr/While Thea doesn’t mind Zed much, the two don’t interact much due to Thea not personally into dogs, more so cats. They have a civil relationship and Thea does help take care of Zed when asked, but the two have been known to comfort each other when something is wrong.)
Ben Tennyson- (First cousin once removed - “Uncle”/Thea and her uncle have a very fun relationship, and she often goes to him about issues she doesn’t want to discuss with her parents, knowing he is a good third opinion to listen to. She admires how brave and outgoing he is, and does look up to him as a hero, but also has her fun uncle.)
Julie Yamamoto- (First cousin once removed-In Law - “Aunt”/Julie’s soft and down to earth nature is something Thea appreciates, in a family full of daredevils. Her aunt has a way of comforting Thea in a gentle manner, without making it feel like she is pitying her. Though that being said, Thea finds her hidden feisty side fun to see whenever it comes out.)
Jay Tennyson- (Second cousin - Like Siblings/Ever since she first held her baby cousin, she has felt this drive of protection over him, and the two act like siblings all the time. They tease, bicker, have fun and share secrets here and there, and are very loyal to each other. Her protective attitude has been growing though, ever since finding out Jay has been bullied, and when Jay starts developing feelings for her rival, Vanessa Morningstar. Subconsciously, Thea struggles to see her baby cousin growing up and not needing her as much, which makes Thea feel a little worthless at times. That being said, the two love each other, and will forever remain loyal, no matter what.)
Tundra, Orion, Vale, Neva, North, Crystal, Alaska, Micha, Storm, Gray, Raine, Arlo, Zodiac and Lux - (Second cousins/There’s quite something to have a cluster of cousins like this, but Thea loves them nonetheless. She loves to visit them, and hanging out with them whenever they’re on earth. She has a different dynamic with each of them.)
Max Tennyson - (Great Grandfather/Thea has always found her Great Grandfather to be a cool and chill man, and a very wise person to go too when needing help with something. She likes listening to his Plumber stories, and the people he’s met throughout his life.)
Xylene - (Great Grandfather Figure/While Xylene is more of a great grandmother figure for Jay, that doesn’t mean Thea and Xylene don’t get along. Xylene’s bold personality is something Thea can admire, and the two like having talks about tech and crafting.)
Verdona - (Great Grandmother/Thea has a bit of an odd relationship with her great grandmother. On the one hand, she likes Verdona’s wild and fun personality, and the two like to get into some crazy chaos together. Though on the other hand, she knows Verdona is fond of her because she is an Anodite, and while she appreciates Verdona’s help with her magic, and understands that Anodites have a different lifestyle to humans, it’s sometimes hard to deal with Verdona when it comes to earth related parts of Thea’s life.)
Frank Tennyson- (Grandfather/Thea likes to tease her grandfather playfully very often, but she is still pretty respectful towards him, as he’s helped out her parents often when she was growing up. He’s also been known to get her thoughtful gifts to her to cheer her up, knowing the kind of things she likes.)
Natalie Tennyson- (Grandmother/Natalie’s personality was something Thea could actually appreciate here and there, as Natalie had ways of keeping Thea in line before doing something dumb while growing up, and helped the girl listen to her parents when she would fuss here and there. The two like to discuss things about Thea’s future, as Natalie is great at organizing and has good suggestions for universities in Thea’s future.)
Ken Tennyson- (Uncle/Thea loves her uncle, as his kind and understanding way of life has always helped her when she’s going through something. And, much like Julie, sometimes it’s just nice to have a down to earth member of the family.)
Jade Levin- (Grandmother/Ever since her son gave her a grandchild, Jade has loved and adored Thea since. She often helped Kevin and Gwen whenever Thea’s Osmosian powers sparked up, giving them tips that she learnt from when raising Kevin. And since Thea acts a lot like her father, Jade knows how to talk to her, and what things she likes and dislikes.)
Harvey Hackett - (Step-Grandfather/Despite Kevin’s unsure views of Harvey, he has allowed the man to be in Thea’s life, and the two do get along. Harvey was a little nervous at first, due to his past with Kevin, but he tries his best to support Thea, not wanting to make the same mistakes he made with Kevin, and this has built some kind of bridge between him and his stepson in important moments.)
Friends:
Feike - (Friend/Crush?/Due to Feike’s background, him and Jay often visit him when needing information in the criminal world, though her relationship with him is far more complicated than that. At first, he very much flirted with her pretty often, giving his player lifestyle, and she mostly just ignored it, used to those comments by now. But things slowly began to change after they developed more of a friendship over time, and they got to know each other better, especially after she decided to go on one date with him. She found that he’s a lot more caring than he lets on, and despite his criminal background, he has morals and lines he won’t cross. This has led to her having some kind of crush and romantic side relationship with him, which she never thought would happen due to the fact she said she’s never date a street boy...but he does treat her far better than any other guy she’s met and dated. But the two struggle with their feelings due to Thea’s personal issues, and Feike fearing he’ll have nothing if he leaves his criminal life behind for her.)
Malax - (Friend/Her and Malax have a very bro-like relationship, often teasing and chatting about their hobbies with one another, getting along fairly well. Malax is also one of the few that can hold Thea back when she’s angry or frustrated, and gives her a needed slap of reality when no one else can.)
Rook Rilla - (Friend/The two get along fairly well, though Rilla’s blunt and dry way of speaking has annoyed Thea from time to time, but she often gets away with that as Thea can appreciate it at times, and knows Rilla means well. That being said, Thea will always tease her when seeing Rilla daydreaming over someone.)
Etherea’Liss - (Friend/Thea was quite hesitant with Etherea at first, as her and Jay had an experience with Zs’Skayr a while ago before meeting her. But she came to feel sorry for Etherea and her situation, and admires her desire to make her people proud, and to show the outside world that her kind are not bad. There is a bit of a struggle between the two, due to Etherea’s shy personality not mixing well with Thea’s out there wording, but sometimes Thea can give her that needed push to try something.)
Azmuth - (Family Friend/She finds Azmuth to be pretty grumpy and doesn’t get him very often, but the two like to have intelligent conversations, and he has praised her on her academic work, even giving her a few pointers here and there.)
Neutrals:
Vanessa Morningstar - (Rival/ It’s a bittersweet thing with these two ladies. To outsiders, their relationships doesn’t make too much sense, as people can’t understand why they’re rivals, and why they often pick on each other. It’s never clear who started it, but whenever they’re in the same room you can feel tension. Vanessa often picks at Thea’s temper and impulsive nature, knowing Thea is running from her problems, while Thea picks at Vanessa’s pride, thinking Vanessa acts too stuck up and knows she’s covering up something. It doesn’t help when Vanessa and Jay start catching interest in each other, at first Vanessa doing so just to tease Thea, but now feeling something for Jay. Thea’s afraid Vanessa will break his heart and hurt him, or that she’ll have to deal with Vanessa for the rest of her life if they get properly serious. But she knows Vanessa makes Jay happy...and a part of her just doesn’t know how to handle her baby cousin growing up. And in many ways, perhaps she gets aggressive with Vanessa, because she’s one of the few people to have the guts to point out the flaws Thea is running from.)
Enemies:
Medusa - (Enemy/Thea hates this woman, mostly because of how she reflects Thea in many ways. Medusa took special interest with Thea when noting how similar they were, the girl reminding her of her past self. Because of this, Medusa has this idea that Thea should become like her, to push down people to never feel weak again, perhaps because of her subconscious hatred for who she used to be. Typically Thea ignores what most villains say about her, but Medusa has a way to get at her fears and emotions, and that’s hard for to handle.)
Eldrigma - (Enemy/Thea didn’t like Eldrigma right off the bat, and thought he was just some new villain lucantic with a dumb plan to take over the galaxy or whatever. But after hearing thoughts from others, and certain signs popping up, she’s starting to understand that there is something more to this man’s story that they don’t know. That doesn’t mean she’ll pity him, and will do whatever it takes to stop him from hurting others.)
Vesper - (Enemy/Thea has a very odd view of Vesper. On the one hand, that chick is terrifying and her need to drain mana from living things freaks Thea out, also being an Anodite full of mana that Vesper has threatened to drain from her. But on the other hand, Thea does feel upset for her, and how Vesper was casted out by the Anodites for being sick and broken. A part of Thea wants to help, but the other half was to keep her distance.)
Professor Alate - (Enemy/Hates the dude and thinks he’s plain creepy, there’s no secret there. It doesn’t help that he targets Jay so often, and has made it clear what he wants to do with the boy if he ever catches him. Alate is just someone who can easily creep her out and ruffle her emotions, but she just can’t do the same with him. He always has a counter and comeback for her, and she really doesn’t know how to handle him. But that doesn’t stop her from trying to keep him away from her friends and Jay.)
Vilgax - (Enemy/Due to hearing many stories about him, Thea was a little intimidated by the guy when he returned from the dead, working with Alate. But when it became clear Vilgax was struggling with how much time has past, and his worth in the eyes of today, Thea likes to crack jokes about him and will fight him. That doesn’t mean it's easy to tussle with the dude, but compared to Alate, she would prefer to fight Vilgax any day of the week.)
Sciros - (Enemy/The moment Thea saw Sciros, and how he interacted with Feike, she knew she didn’t like him. He creeps her out, and she knows there’s some kind of dangerous dynamic between him and Feike, where the man has a grip on him. And while she has tried to talk to Feike about it, he’s made it clear it’s not her place to discuss such matters with him, so for now she tries her best to be there for Feike. But that doesn’t mean Thea won’t give the man glares whenever she sees him around.)
Representing Song: Miracle - The Score
Skills: Spell Casting. Mana Manipulation. Hand-To-Hand Combat. Anodite Form. Energy/Power/Matter Absorption. Supernatural Strength/Stamina/Endurance. Mechanic/Technician. Tactician. Levitation. Mind/Mental-Powers. Mathematical.
Weakness/Flaws/Fears: Automatonophobia (Fear of ventriloquist dummies, animatronics, wax statues, essentially anything which falsely represents a being). She hates the idea of losing her sight, hearing and touch. Subconscious Athazagoraphobia (Fear of forgetting and fear of being forgotten. She’s not good with the idea of being useless and left behind, which ties into her overprotective and slight clingy nature, but right now she doesn’t realise this). Slight Philophobia (Fear of falling in love or not being able to maintain a relationship. Despite going on plenty of dates, they often go wrong and she has had her heart broken many times). Her impulsive and blunt moments can get her into trouble, often getting into arguments and fights that she doesn’t back down from. She sometimes struggles to control her temper and outbursts, and has said things that hurt people she cares about, often regretting what she said very quickly. Her overprotective nature can be a bit much at times, especially with someone like Jay, as she has subconscious fears that he’ll be hurt without her protection, and there’s even a subconscious desire to be wanted and needed through this. She’s not good at taking blame, and has a habit of pointing fingers.
Bio: N/A
#I'll add her bio a little later#and I'll do a redraw of Jay too#Ben 10 Next Gen#Ben 10#B10#Ben 10 Next Generation#Ben 10 OC#Ben 10 Gwen Tennyson#Ben 10 Kevin Levin#Ben 10 Gwevin#Gwevin#Ben 10 Thea Levin#My Art
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@.JaneyPowellx: This has been something I’ve been debating doing for a long time now and it’s never really felt right. Even now, with all of the words on paper, or typed on to a digital page, it doesn’t feel right. I found writing fiction through the desperate need to escape reality & I’ve done everything in my power to keep them separate. Whether your favourite work of mine is Harry Potter, The Selection, We Were Liars or Twelve, you’ll never find me in them because they’re idealised situations in world’s that could be just around the corner or in far off places.
This story is different. It isn’t fiction and it isn’t escapism. It’s set in the real world and within the 21 years I’ve been alive. If you’re holding this book in your hand after purchasing it or have just downloaded it from my website, I’ll be bold enough to assume you already know the basic premise of the plot and you already have your expectations. There’re different versions of this story on true crime YouTube channels, in the newspapers and on blogs, some written with a good lot of research being done and others written just for clicks. It’s been a hard thing to accept, but all of them are somebody’s experience of the event and therefore hold a certain degree of truth.
This is just another version of a story that you might have heard before, this time told by me, Janey.
CHAPTERS 1-3: TRIGGER WARNINGS THROUGHOUT FOR ABDUCTION, ASSAULT/HARASSMENT, DRUGS & ABUSE
//OOC: This isn’t a full on story, just the outline! I think it’s taken her ages but she’d definitely record like a diary-styled retell of everything that happened to her involving the abduction that happened when she was 15. It’d be super cheap and available in stores AND online but all the profit would be go to appropriate foundations.
CHAPTER ONE - Happy Birthday!
In this chapter, Janey would start out by describing her fifteenth birthday. The year before, she’d seen Harvey, her older brother, cross a milestone - his sweet sixteenth. Therefore, the expectations for her birthday were pretty high. She was expecting the big party, huge balloons, special presents, a sip of alcohol and extra privileges but alas, she was only turning fifteen. Her parents were very clear about birthdays, drinking and other rules: 16, 18 and 21 were the milestone birthdays, otherwise parties were smaller and inexpensive.
She’d go on to explain how she’d been sulking all day because of it and explicitly remembers refusing to blow out her birthday candles after dinner. It would be something she’s embarrassed by now but at the time, it was perfectly reasonable. She’d mention that most people who only know the twenty-one year old her wouldn’t recognise fifteen year old Janey. A moody teenager who insisted on dressing like Jade West from Victorious and took way too much interest in her pink flip-phone (another thing she wasn’t happy with, seeing as Harvey - being 16 - had recently got a better one).
It’d talk about how her parents were firm but fair and well known in Violet Springs. Her Mum was a teacher and, to Janey’s horror, actually taught her in Year 7. Her Dad is an independent photo journalist who mainly covers local sporting events. She’d explain how they’re amazing parents and even if fifteen year old her couldn’t see it, they were equally amazing to Harvey, Annabel and herself.
Janey would go back to writing about having serious middle child syndrome and never making life easy for her parents. She wasn’t “naughty” but definitely pushed boundaries by breaking curfew, getting in trouble in class and talking back a lot. She’d confess that she cared a lot about being in the “right” crowd in high school. Deep down, she was always a naturally quiet person but felt the pressure to be as loud as the other girls. She wanted attention, and to be popular, and for boys to like her; that was all that mattered & if she knew then what she knew now, she probably would’ve slapped herself because she has no doubt that that’s what ultimately led to everything going wrong.
She’d mention that her birthday is the 19th of March (and she prides herself on being a true Pisces as it’s also her moon sign). It also gave her a couple of months until summer, where she and her friends planned her REAL birthday party since her parent’s wouldn’t give her one. They’d decided that they’d go to the open fields in between Lilac Heights and the Cotswolds (?) during the summer and drink, get high and just have a good time. She’d explain how the group of girls she was friends nearly all had older boyfriends who were in college and it was easy to get a hold of stuff they probably shouldn’t have been having.
Janey would talk about how the field has become iconic for completely different reasons now. If you google it, you won’t have to scroll very far at all to see pictures of it sectioned off when the police were searching for her. But, that summer it was beautiful and everybody was tanned, having fun and happy to be going into the last year of high school. Janey would explain that she’d always been insecure about not having a boyfriend, but she and her friends planned to change that because one of their boyfriend’s was bringing a guy who she’d been speaking to online. He was 22.
The end of this chapter would be romanticised and Janey would reflect on how it was the last time she was ever “old Janey.” Her plans had been to sneak back in through Annabel’s bedroom window and get into bed before her parents even suspected a thing. But, that never materialised.
CHAPTER TWO - As It Happened.
In this chapter, Janey would mention that she’s going to tell everybody exactly what happened that night. Details the police couldn’t even figure out when they tried to piece it all together. There’d be a trigger warning that she’ll be mentioning drinking, harassment and abduction but would promise that it isn’t graphic.
The first part would be about how the field party was a typical summer thing; hot weather, people drinking and having fun as well as sneaking off into the forest (but not too deep) to do god knows what. She’d talk about how she ignored the constant texts and calls from her Mum when it got dark, and how she was drunk. It’d also cover that she was introduced to the friend of her friend’s boyfriend and even though he wasn’t her type, she was excited about the attention. When it got too dark to see anything, most of her school friends decided to call it a night but Janey went to Downtown Springs with the guy she’d met and his friends because they promised they could get her into Indigo, which they did.
Most of the night was fun; she was bought drinks, there was lots of flirting and she felt special...which is kind of the hole she’d been trying to fill throughout her teen years. She’d definitely then mention that the guys she was with and every person like them exploit people who aren’t feeling their best and would talk about surrounding yourself with people you trust and not just people who are giving you what you want.
At one point, the boyfriend of her friend (who was now at home) started getting really loud and rowdy. To this day, Janey doesn’t know if it was genuine or just an act for an excuse to get her to leave the club with them and not go home like she’d planned. They were kicked out before it was midnight and she’d vividly recall passing a few people from school (including Wes and Nate - her ex, I think!) and chatting to them for a little while before the guys she was with mentioned their friend was having a house party in London. Nate specifically asked her to stay but she was set on having fun on her birthday and left with them.
She’d talk about seeing familiar buildings of Violet Springs turn into intimidating city offices and the roads getting wider as they entered London. The atmosphere in the car shifted slightly but at the time, she was too drunk to even notice. Neither of the guys said anything to one another or her & it gives her the chills now to know that in that moment, she’d been abducted, but she didn’t know it. They got out of the taxi and Janey remembers being embarrassed about not having enough cash on her to pay for her third of the fare - something trivial now - and one of the guys just paying for it without much fuss.
Once they stepped outside, she saw they were stood in front of a tower block that was almost completely silent. No sign of a party. That’s when she started to hesitate but was too shy to say anything; she was in a weird part of London at 11:45 with nobody she knew and no money. Also, she was sure she was just overreacting. One of the guys said that the party was on the top floor which is why nobody could hear it and even faked a phone call with the “host”. Janey took the elevator up to fifth floor with them and again, felt as if something weird was going on because the top floor was the seventh.
This also ended up being something that confused the police in her investigation; witnesses who saw her enter the tower block had overheard the conversation and couldn’t piece together WHY she wasn’t seen on the seventh floor or who’d even supposedly had the party.
She’d explain how the flat they entered belonged to the friend of her friend’s boyfriend and how eery it felt when it was completely silent. She asked multiple times about the party and both guys said they’d go up soon, but they wanted to have some more drinks and smoke before going up so that they were on everybody else’s level of being completely fucked. Janey remembers sitting on the arm of the sofa and realising how gross and dirty everything was. She wondered how someone who was 22 had given up already and remembers seeing pictures of her parent’s starter home at that age and how pretty it was by comparison.
The longer it took for them to go back up to the party, the more anxious Janey got. Eventually, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and decided that she’d have to face her parent’s consequences and ask her Dad to come and get her. She panicked even more when her phone wouldn’t switch on and she realised it was dead...meaning, she’d have to borrow money to get home. Once she came out of the toilet, she half debated leaving without them knowing because she just had a horrible feeling but felt like that’d be rude. So, she went back into the living room and asked to borrow a phone. That’s when things shifted completely and fun flirting became intimidating harassment; sleazily flirting with her and telling her not to be boring. One of them even insisted on kissing her to shut her up but once she got really upset, they agreed to take her home on the basis she’d have one last drink. She did, and it was spiked, which made her pass out.
The next day she woke in the bedroom of the same apartment, still fully dressed - something she was too young to register at the time, but now she reflects on it, it was the one comforting thing of the whole morning. But, her bag had gone and the door to the room was locked from the other side. She remembers banging on it and calling for someone, but nobody answered. She’d describe the panic and desperately wanting her brother or her Dad in that moment, but had to keep reminding herself she didn’t have her phone to contact them. She ended up being shut in that room for twenty-four hours before one of the guys came back; the friend of the boyfriend. He told her that she wouldn’t be going home and the more noise and fuss she made, the longer she’d stay in the bedroom.
Janey would talk about how her biggest regret is NOT making a fuss and screaming until a neighbour or somebody heard, but her survival instincts kicked in and she was scared she was going to be seriously hurt if she didn’t listen. So, she stayed quiet and followed what she wanted him to do; which was to dye her hair brown and change into clothes he’d bought for her - a basic black tank top and sweatpants. Again, at the time she was too confused to even begin to think about why but now she knows it was because she’d soon be declared a missing person and if they were taking her into public, she looked too familiar to any description circulating.
She’d end this chapter by saying how she remembered sitting on the floor of the living room that night while he put the dye in her hair, trying not to cry while her story first broke on to some of the news networks. But she’d also talk about how she felt twistedly happy that her parents had decided she was missing and not just out being her usual, difficult self.
CHAPTER THREE - THE FLAT.
She’d start the chapter with a warning about mentions of sexual abuse again. This would be a really brief chapter, but it would basically be her explaining to everyone who she was taken in the first place; trafficking; and how it isn’t what everyone imagines. She wasn’t chained up in a basement somewhere. In fact, before the news of her disappearance really blew up, she was actually allowed out given that she was with one of the two guys. She’d go to the store, or just sit in the park and once even to the gym.
She’d explain how ultimately though, she’d been taken as a product. Neither of the guys ever slept with her, but there were other men who did and they’d pay the two guys to do so. She’d never get or see any of it and she’d talk about how from the beginning there were strict rules. Her name would be ‘Liz’, short for Elizabeth which was her middle name, she wasn’t to have personal conversations with any clients and the answer had to always be yes to whatever they asked. Also, crying or appearing upset was a big no.
She’d talk about how this went on for a month which was enough time for the search for her to gain momentum and more press coverage. And, she knew this, because the people keeping her almost INSISTED that she read newspaper articles or watched reports about herself. She’d also mention how they would mock her parents, sister, brother and friends who obviously would make appeals or speak about it in statements and find it funny. That would often set her off and she’d argue with them, which never ended well for her.
The chapter would be rounded up with how by the end of August and moving into September, when she was supposed to be starting college, the police released sketches of the “suspects” and mentioned that they could be in the London area. For around three days, Janey had hope and felt like she was going to be found...but the guys began to panic. That’s when she wasn’t allowed to go outside anymore & one night, she overheard the guys speaking about how they were going to move her “and the others” further away from the Capital. That’s when she knew that this was going to be a lot harder than just doing what they said until they got bored.
#janeys projects: janey#please just pay attention to TW and stuff - i've made sure it's all labelled correctly so nobody reads anything they dislike!
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Weeping Statue | Feeding Habits Update #6 & let’s chat about quitting writing
Hello! Are we back for another Feeding Habits update (finally)?? Let’s chat chapter 7, Weeping Statue.
Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.
Can we talk about struggle? Because this chapter was IT. I believe I started it in late July and finished it earlier this month. I’ve taken my time with chapters before, but this was next level--the amounts of changes I went through in one chapter was astronomical, and reminded me of drafting chapter three earlier in the summer. I went through so many stages writing this chapter: from enjoying it, to feeling no joy from writing at all, to nearly quitting this book altogether!
Scene A:
Harrison and his mother Suzanna simultaneously avoid each other over breakfast after he failed to return home the night previous
She lowkey calls him out (calling out his denial of missing Lonan)
Scene B:
Harrison goes to a farmhouse owned by Theodore Harvey, a friend of his mother’s, to drop off the rescued litter of kittens from chapter 6. He realizes he is missing one kitten and concludes Reeve has stolen one after dinner the night previous.
Scene C:
Harvey invites Harrison inside for coffee where he admits his coffee machine is broken.
Harrison fixes the coffee machine, and is hired by Harvey to flip the rest of the farmhouse as he and his wife are moving.
Scene D:
On his way home, Harrison stops at a gas station where he buys a bouquet of tulips for his mother, a dog collar for the puppy he found in the kitten litter, a pack of gum, pastries, and sunscreen before heading to a beach.
At the onset of a lightning storm, Harrison swims in the ocean and has an epiphany--he decides to accept his miserable life (a development!)
Scene E:
After the beach ordeal, Harrison returns to his apartment ready to accept the plainness of his daily life when an old ghost from his past (his! ex!) Lonan appears to be having dinner with Suzanna
This chapter brought so many things. A) many... breakdowns lol (I cried a lot!), B) many false epiphanies that wound me back into ruts, C) a desire to quit this series that was just as terrifying as it sounds and D) an ideology I never would’ve gotten on my own. Just have to thank my sister Sarah for telling me a few weeks ago after I insisted that I knew what needed to logically happen but couldn’t write it no matter how hard I tried. She said: “It’s not about what works, it’s about what you want” << literally changed my philosophy on writing, even as someone who tries their best to advocate for care and enjoyment in writing. Not sure if it’s because of the timing when she said this, but I’d probably never had made it out of the rut without having this said to me.
I was *not* planning at all to have my boys reunite so soon in the book. Technically, it is not very soon and we are almost done the book, but for some reason, I really didn’t think it would work so early because I felt Harrison’s POV was so undeveloped already (I still think it is). HOWEVER, the fact of the matter is: it was not working at all. I knew exactly what I needed to do to get to point A to Z but the thing about writing is, it is not formulaic! I tried to make fit what I thought worked, but as time progressed and I immensely struggled, less and less did I want what worked. Writing was miserable and that’s not what I want writing to be for me. So I took Sarah’s advice, and I did what would make me happy, and that was, and has always been, seeing my boys interact.
Now that I’ve finished this chapter, I’m not sure if I made the right decision! I have yet to write the boys interacting so I don’t know if it will work, but what I liked about this method is that it freed me from this constriction I’d written myself into and opened a new avenue to do something that DOESN’T “work” for the story but that does work for me. To me, this project, this series, is more important to me than making something “work”. Sustaining my health and happiness (which were declining on the path I was on) is critical for me and my writing journey.
EDIT: by the time I’m editing this post, I have written the boys interacting and haha yep this was the right decision! Was doubting myself for a sec, added in a lil robbery, and now it’s all good (oops)
Excerpts:
I don’t have too many for you because this chapter does need an edit to “set” it in place (right now it feels like liquid Jello that has been in the fridge but is yet to set up). I know it needs one more scene but I cannot :) write :) what :) it :) needs :) no matter how hard I have tried, and so I am giving that section of the story a break instead of over-kneading it and toughening up the dough unnecessarily.
Here is part of the opening scene! There are things I don’t like about this but I am trying not to self-hate, so !!!
The next morning, Harrison gets up at dawn to drop the kittens off at the farm, and Suzanna makes coffee for one. This is unusual for both—Harrison rarely leaves the apartment, and Suzanna always makes coffee for two. In his room, Harrison combs his hair and twists his earring, its blue gem pearling in dribbles of sunlight. In the kitchen, Suzanna stirs coffee like it’s wronged her. Harrison dabs cologne onto his throat and blinks off his hangover. Suzanna flecks her spoon onto the tabletop so it leaves an egg of amber on the surface.
When he approaches the kitchen, Harrison pretends he does not see his mother and his mother pretends she does not see him. They move like this, repelled, one moving left, the other moving right, one opening the top cupboard, the other opening the bottom.
Harrison stops at a convenience store and buys a hodge-podge of things (also the beach scene which yes mirrors the last scene in Lonan’s POV hehe I indulge myself):
He picks up the best bouquet of fuchsia tulips, a collar for the dog he left in his bedroom even though it’ll be weeks until she’s big enough to fit in it, a pack of spearmint gum he doesn’t need, a package of pastries, and a tube of sunscreen—SPF 30. He almost drops every item at least once on his way up to the register, and definitely drops them when his receipt is spitting from the machine and the store clerk says she likes his earring—is it vintage—and he nearly vomits in the parking lot, trained against the hood of the taxi—is it even his taxi—the plastic bag teetering from his wrist, rain coiling against his cheek, the air so humid, his clothes so heavy, it is no wonder the next place he ends up is the beach.
It is never smart to swim during a storm. If he thinks hard enough, his mother’s voice warns him to keep from the shore, stand behind the yellow line, stay safe, stay where you are, don’t run under a tree, and even more, don’t run into the water. He does everything wrong in an even worse order—dollops sunscreen into his palm before opening the pastry so his teeth freckles with zinc, chews the gum and the pastry at the same time so his tongue becomes a slime of crumbs, rests the tulips too close to the shoreline so they wilt under a wave, misplaces the dog collar in his own left hand, and dives into the water fully-clothed.
Harrison getting very angsty about Lonan’s future (which he’s predicted completely wrong haha):
He will die alone. Reeve will not think of him again and he will deserve that. Somewhere in the city with the missing kitten, drinking bottles of holy water because there is no drink more fitting for a woman so sacred. His mother will miss him only briefly, and then return to her daily life of no longer needing to clean up after him. Maybe she’ll find the tulips. Put them on display until they wither, then use their carcasses as fertilizer. Save electricity. Use the coffee machine less. Downsize to a smaller, cheaper, prettier apartment with arched walkways and stained-glass windows. Harvey will think he is a fluke who missed his first day of work and will never think of him again. The dog isn’t old enough to recognize him. Suzanna will give her the collar. And Lonan will continue his life in Las Vegas, tottering after Eliza, refilling her wine, getting neon at house parties, watching French silent films without captions because he’s probably learned another language, cut his hair, gotten a tattoo, learned how to cross-stitch, bought life insurance, a yacht, a coastal summer home, learned how to play the mandolin, perfected his lamb sous vide. He’s probably married. Him and Eliza family-planning. He’ll expand a future, and Harrison will do the opposite. There is something freeing in being unmissed.
Lightning snaps across the sky like a wishbone, sounds like the prick of tambourines from under the water. Everything turns violet—the clouds, his skin, the waves. Tomorrow will be a better day, as he sinks lower into the current, tomorrow will be a better day, as the light fades and dissolves into blackness, tomorrow will be a better day, as seaweed wraps his throat, as the freezing water impales his ribs, as he burrows under and simultaneously, rises up.
This next part comes right after!
In the stomach of a tidal wave, the sky is so much bluer. An unrolling of cyan like fractals of a baked marble. There is so little to remember. No grocery lists, no fresh turmeric, no shift of portabella mushrooms. No outstanding to-dos—no kibble to by, no resume to update. Harrison folds in blue and lets it gorge his eardrums. He gives his body to that wide chasm of water and breaststrokes not into a second life, but a third.
Here is the last bit:
He buzzes back into the apartment at 3:00AM, tracking in saltwater and SPF, puff-pastry gummed to his palm, a dog collar wound around his ring finger, a sheath of tulips shedding into the elevator behind him.
He hits every floor button twice and is undisturbed when the elevator lurches and reopens in sixty-second intervals. A man rotating a jade cuff on his wrist gets on at the fourth stop and gets off at the sixth. A woman wearing a lynx cape gets on at the eighth stop, breaks up with two girlfriends, and gets off at the eleventh. Two children in coveralls tail in after she leaves and throw jacks at each other’s eyes until one of them bleeds, and by then, they are on the fifteenth floor and the children are leaving like they have not left behind accidental shell casings. On the sixteenth floor, a deer head chihuahua patters in with no owner and barks at the door chime the moment it releases and lets him out. A mother and daughter shell pistachios on the twentieth, a maintenance man introduces himself as David though his nametag says Maxwell on the twenty-second, a flock of teenage girls in whirl about a new way to blend oil pastel on the twenty-third. So it is no wonder by the twenty-fifth floor, Harrison misses his stop and becomes one of these people too—the man with zinc down his eyes like a weeping statue, juggling pastry and a dog collar and a seedy bouquet of tulips.
He tracks seawater in that hallway, parts of him scattering with the zinc, the petals, the crumbs. Like a way to get back home even though he hasn’t started at his destination, he moves through the labyrinth of halls, both starving and nauseated. Tomorrow he will rise at dawn and taxi to Brooklyn and hammer four nails into two pieces of plywood and repeat. He will feed his dog. Learn how to cook something that will impress his mother, something French that he can’t pronounce like brasillé or oeufs cocotte. Find liberation in the constrict of routine or at least pretend to. It will be good for him, the rising, the taxis, the hammers, the nails, the dog food, the cooking—it will all be good.
By the time he gets to their door, his fingers are oiled and dripping with sunscreen. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. He nearly drops the house keys. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. Tomorrow will be his arrival. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. His beginning swelling as he turns the lock. Rising, taxis, hammers, nails, dog food, cooking. There is no other way out.
The apartment is dark when he tracks in. The scent of cinnamon steeping the air like Suzanna’s pulled a saucepan of papas off the stove. At first he doesn’t hear it, but he should, the voices leafing the kitchen like a flit of moths. He steps out of his shoes but never sets anything down, even after he passes the coffee table. Two plates ringing the centre, streaked with and caldeirada and bayleaf. A pitcher of lemonade sweating onto the glass. It is almost like he never left, like he and his mother shared dinner, sipped from each other’s cups, cleaned the tines of each other’s fishbones. And he almost believes it. He never went to the farm. The kittens are where he left them, just a few feet away, not in Brooklyn. He doesn’t have a job to tend to. He never fixed the coffee machine. He didn’t go to the convenience store. He is not slathered in sunscreen, not holding a dog collar or pastries or a bouquet of tulips. He never dove into the ocean like it was some port to asylum and didn’t emerge soaked and walking half-dead to his apartment because he never left. This reality is so easy to believe, he is unfazed by the voices and how they get louder when he reaches the kitchen, when one says “Were you shopping for the apocalypse?” and the other one chokes on its drink and apologizes for its rudeness and stares at him in daydream, those eyes like forget-me-nots, gas fires, seafoam, the wing of a starling, his drop earring.
Harrison is grateful he is soaking wet when he enters that kitchen and Suzanna and Lonan sit at the table sharing a box of petit fours. At least he has an excuse when he drops everything.
That’s it for this update! The tea starts HERE!
--Rachel
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somewhat tempted to write a sonny x reader fic with the prompt “what if i started crying right now?”…
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BRUCE WAYNE NEEDS MORE FRIENDS!!!
Okay... IDEAAAAA!!!
So... I’ve been binging batman and batfam fics and posts because I would die for them (but who doesn’t?) and it suddenly occurred to me that our favorite emotionally constipated person Bruce Wayne... doesn’t have a lot of friend.
Specifically, he doesn’t have a lot of civilian friend.
The only person I know I’m aware he’s closely acquainted was Harvey Dent and... well... you guys know what happened.
So yeah it made me crave to give this walking trauma of a man for some friend that actually has common sense other than Alfred and would willingly interact seemingly among the Batfam.
Kiran Devabhaktuni is one example of a marvelous OC by audreycritter (@agent-skulldrey) that I wish was canon because good God that family needs more than doctor than just Leslie and puts up none of Batman’s shits and is like a brother to Bruce. Gosh dammit I can’t get enough of him! If you don’t know him, check out Cor Et Cerebrum. Beautiful fic.
But come on, can’t Bruce have more friends in his life that’s not in one part of his life!!! C’mon DC!!! Give us some good stuff!!!
Alas, as I lament about this unfortunate circumstances, I decided to make him a friend and share it with you guys.
I’m gonna be upfront and say the OC I had in mind is just a copy-paste of Erin Gruwell with a twist. If you don’t know, go watch, read, or simply google Freedom Writers because I cried the whole day because of them.10/10 totally recommend because good God, there’s nothing more inspiring than children in bad situation manage to reinvent themselves to be better than what society believes them to be.. Which makes me think... what if there’s a Gotham!FreedomWriters and my mind began to race of this idea.
The OC basically has similar background with Erin Gruwell, from the good part of Gotham or Bristol, who only ever been outside looking in at the criminal-ridden city. Faced with kids with difficult home life, traumatized, practically homeless, believing they live a life of war because they need to be affiliated with a gang to survive. She then learned about the wrong preconception she has on these troubles kids and decided to help them by teaching them tolerance, compassion, and understanding through writing and assigning books they could empathize and IT WORKS!!!
How does Bruce Wayne comes into this?
Well... in the book, it was told Erin work together with a millionaire who offered a lot of charity that helps and support these kids and Erin’s teaching plan. Such as giving them computers to write a book, funding a field trip that helps them meet the Holocaust survivors, even offering these kids work and scholarships once they graduate. Someone that some of the kids of the class admits that they see him as a father figure because the ones they had were shitty.
See where am I going with this?
If you say, more Robins, no! Absolutely not. Bruce isn’t adopting any of them. I’m aware Bruce has a problem but NO!
So here’s how I imagine their meeting would be.
OC works part-time in a hotel belong to Bruce because the school was being stingy in borrowing out books for the “Special” class that admits kids with records or from low-income family as part of a charity program or something. So OC has to work to buy her class new and relevant books that would interest her students.
There was a gala, she was a waitress, and for some reason or another she meets Bruce and they start talking. What did they talk about? I have no idea. This is still the concept phase guys. I don’t know everything from about my own brainchild.
Now, I know that sounds like meet-cute first meeting, but I want to emphasize the fact I want them to be BEST FRIENDS! It’s possible they might have a relationship in the distant future but if they were, it would be base on the fact they were best friends first and foremost! Which make their bond that strong.
Not to mention that OC is an English teacher so imagine if Jason Todd-Wayne, English nerd Robin extraordinaire, be in her class among all the other kids from the worst part of Gotham. Jason would be the OC’s pet teacher and OC would be Jason’s favorite teacher ( but to be fair, in this scenario, she’s everyone’s fav teach). Jason love her so much ,he wanted to be an English Teacher that can help people like OC. And Jason would actually have civilians friends he could relate and rely on instead of being an outcast among other rich friends.
So when parent-teacher conference was underway. All the other parents didn’t come because they’re either shitty or too busy earning money to live. Imagine Bruce being the only parent arriving to find the waitress from his hotel. And because Bruce is Batman and Batman is curious as the deepest depth of hell itself, he might be curious of why a teacher from one of the most well-paid school would overwork with a double job. Especially when Bruce-secretly-a-helicopter-parent-Wayne notice the body-tells OC made when she lied about the reason when asked.
So of course he checks, this is his son’s teacher, he needs to know there’s nothing sinister going on.
Which led to him finding out about the fresh books that wasn’t assigned by the school, which led to him supporting her endeavor without her overworking herself because apparently she has THREE jobs just to support her one job as a teacher. Which made Bruce thinks “WTF, and I thought I’m a workaholic.”
Anyway, when the two work together they shared a deep understanding of trying to make Gotham a better place. They’re both from the good part of Gotham or Bristol who has limited understanding about living a life in actual Gotham, just knowing that it’s a bad place. Both want to better the place, Bruce through charities and OC through her teachings. Both saw there’s hope and second chances for people of Gotham and willing to fight for it in their own way without giving up. As well as their effort to help helpless children.
Bruce later admired greatly and respect OC because Bruce has help people both as a Wayne and as Batman, but the same as her class, Bruce finds hope in her method that by teaching compassion and tolerance, people (especially children) can change to be a better persons and live a better life. That life in Gotham isn’t one way ticket to hopelessness because of where you’re born. Not only that, but for OC to persist being kind and compassiom despite reading and seeing the cruelty Gotham has to offer.
I imagine Bruce showed his Brucie Wayne persona at first, but grew more and more lax as time passed. They both love Jason so they would bond from talking about him and Bruce might actually have a friend he can ask advice in regards to parenting. With Bruce being "Urgh, kids, you know?" And she's like, "Oh please, tell me more of your one troubled kid with my 150 one."
OC also becomes comfortable to talk about her grief of her dead mother, the divorce she recently settled, and just hangs out with Bruce. The struggle to not be jaded by the things she reads her students had to suffer. Because OC isn't only kind by nature, but she's kind by choice.
Now, in Freedom Writers the class was assigned to write a diary everyday. Including Jason. Imagine if you will, when Jason died. OC gave Bruce Jason’s diary for his birthday, and stayed. Imagine Bruce having someone to share their grief with someone who understands other than Alfred. Imagine the Freedom Writers gave a tribute to Jason on their graduation because they love him and know he would have been valedictorian had he been alive and Bruce cried for the first time since he held Jason’s dead body.
I have other ideas relating to OC but it’s more Jason’s perspective. Let me know if you want to read more of what I have in mind because I’ve word vomit enough.
#batman#bruce wayne#jason todd#oc#freedom writers#erin gruwell#Gotham#word vomit#headcanon#fanfic#bruce wayne deserves more friend#he needs more friend!!!#so does Jason#batdad#batfam
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Ten Things VIII
Summary: If there’s one thing you have to know about Harvey Kinkle, it’s that he rarely thinks things through. So when he meets (and falls for) Sabrina Spellman on his first day of Baxter High and finds out that she can’t date anyone until her tempestuous sister does, it seems like the obvious solution is to get someone to date her so he can go out with Sabrina. A not so obvious choice for the challenge is Caliban, but, hey, it’s not like Harvey thought that far.
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A/N: ahh i can’t believe this series is completed!! it’s been super fun to write these characters and their relationships and i hope you guys like how i’ve done this (endings are not my strong suit lmao) 💕 thank you for reading!!
A few months ago, your and Sabrina’s relationship had been strained at best. She had been so young and all she wanted to do was experience everything, and you were older and a bit more jaded because you’d already experienced it all. And thanks to your wild days of experiences, Hilda and Zelda set a rule in place when you cooled down: Sabrina could only do something if you did too.
A part of Sabrina had always resented you for it, even though the rule wasn’t your fault. It was just incredibly frustrating to always be asking you for favors and you consistently refusing because you were done ‘pretending to be someone you weren’t.’ She hadn't understood what that meant back then.
And Sabrina had to admit, even though Hilda and Zelda would crucify for her saying it, that your relationship got better after Caliban and Harvey came into your lives. Those two idiots had a way of making Sabrina more forgiving and you less hard-headed and, slowly, your relationship improved.
But then prom happened and everything exploded.
No matter how many times you promised that you were fine, Sabrina couldn’t shake the memory of picking up from the mines with Caliban’s car smashed in and abandoned in the background. Nor could she forget how she cradled you in the backseat while you sobbed and asked her why he didn’t like you.
So, when you rejected Sabrina’s thirtieth offer to join her and Harvey for some retail therapy (or vandalism - Harvey could wait in the car), Sabrina did what any good sister would: She canceled her plans with Harvey and hunted down Caliban.
She thought finding Caliban would be the tricky part, but talking to him turned out to be the hard part. The second Sabrina saw him at Dr. Cerberus’ looking for a book, her entire speech that she’d been preparing since breaking Nick’s nose just disappeared into thin air. It wasn’t fair that he was perfectly okay while you cried into a pint of ice cream, but she couldn't find the words to yell that at him.
Despite being at a loss for words, Sabrina stormed over and tapped Caliban on the shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Looking for a copy of Pride and Prejudice.” Caliban straightened up and bumped Sabrina’s arm lightly to get to the bookshelf. “Do you mind?”
“Do I mind?” Sabrina repeated, crossing her arms and stepping closer to him. Even though he was easily a foot taller than her, she was determined not to be intimidated. “Yes, I mind. I mind that you’re here book shopping while my sister's turned into Boo Radley!”
“Oh, spare me the dramatics, Blondie,” Caliban said with a roll of his eyes. He turned his attention back to the bookshelf. “Firstly, you were just as involved in all this as I was. More so, actually - it was your gentle manipulation that pulled Harvey into all your bullshit. And secondly, your sister is far too strong to get her heart broken. By me or anybody else.”
Sabrina faltered. She had been working very hard to block her part of this whole mess out of her head. “Are you gonna tell her?” she asked, in a very careful voice.
Caliban knelt to get a better view of the shelf. He was in the totally wrong section if he was looking for Pride and Prejudice, but Sabrina didn’t want to point him in the right direction just yet. “Now, why would I do that?” he asked, tilting his head up at her. “So that she can hate us both?”
Tapping her fingers on her arm, Sabrina was forced to admit that Caliban was being a frustratingly good guy about this all. “Well…” Sabrina tried to figure out something to be mad at him for. “What’s your plan?”
“My plan?” Caliban didn’t take his eyes off the copies of The Great Gatsby and Catcher In Rye in front of him.
“Your plan to fix this,” Sabrina said. She put her hand on his head and turned it to in the direction of the British Lit two shelves down. “You’ve got a plan, right?”
Caliban was quiet. He stood up and looked down at her, seemingly figuring out how much Harvey would mind if he pushed Sabrina over. “No,” he said eventually, trying very hard to keep his voice level. “I don’t have a plan.”
He turned to go to the British Lit and Sabrina grabbed his arm to force him to turn around. “How can you not have a plan?” she asked.
“Because-” Caliban shook off her arm and kept walking “-nothing I say will fix this. Your sister hates me.”
“My sister hates everyone!” Sabrina stormed after him, practically knocking him over when she closed the distance. Awkwardly, she added, “But she hates you a little less than everyone else.”
Over the dusty copy of Lord of the Flies, Caliban looked at Sabrina with an almost unreadable expression. Unnerving, yes, but surprisingly unguarded. Sabrina was sure he could set someone on fire with that look alone.
Caliban dropped his gaze and pulled out the last Pride and Prejudice on the shelf. “Well, thanks, Blondie, but I think she hates me most of all right now.”
“That’s just because she doesn’t know!” Sabrina grabbed Caliban’s arm before he could leave. Giving him her best set-you-on-fire look, she said, “If you just talk to her - explain what happened - then I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”
“Because ‘forgiving’ is the first word that comes to mind when one thinks of your sister,” Caliban said quietly, staring at Sabrina’s hand on his arm. He looked back at her with a hard expression. “Whatever happens between me and your sister, I want you to know one thing.”
“Anything,” Sabrina said, caught off-guard by his intensity.
“If you ever hurt Harvey, I’ll break into your house and shave your cat,” Caliban said.
Before Sabrina had the chance to even begin formulating a response to that, Caliban gave her a tight smile and walked away.
Sabrina could see now, after one very frustrating interaction with him, why you liked Caliban so much. He was impulsive, vaguely threatening, and very clearly in love with you.
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“Okay, let’s open up our books to page 73, Sonnet 141. And listen closely,” Wardwell said. She ushered in a scrawny freshman who rapped the first four lines of the sonnet and then excused him with three quick taps to his shoulder. “As Toby has just shown us, there are multiple ways of engaging with Shakespeare. It wasn’t always bad actors in stuffy period clothes, you know.”
She said it knowingly, as if every dumbass teenager in the class had seen a Shakespeare play and thought wow, this stuff would be great if it weren’t for the poorly done accents and garish clothing.
When no one responded to Wardwell’s attempt at humor, she took a breath and walked in a little circle around her desk to reboot. “I’d like for all to write your own versions of this sonnet,” she said. “A poem riddled with contradictions and the struggle between the physical desire and mental …” she paused when you put your hand up. You knew you should have known to wait until she finished her sentence, lest she forget her original point. “Um, yes, Ms. Spellman? Do you have a problem with the assignment?”
“No problem. Do you want this in iambic pentameter?” you asked, pen ready to write down whatever convoluted answer Wardwell gave you.
Wardwell narrowed her eyes and walked around to the front of her desk again to get a better look at you. “To be clear, you don’t have any problems whatsoever with the assignment?”
“Whatsoever,” you echoed. Your voice had a slight edge to it thanks to your thinning patience. You tapped your pen on your notebook.
“Are you sure?” Wardwell crossed her arms over her chest.
You sighed and put down your pen. With your best attempt at one of Sabrina’s polite smiles, you said, “I’m sure that it’s a great assignment, Mrs. Wardwell. Now, iambic pentameter: yes or no?”
“You know, I’m not sure I like this new attitude of yours,” Wardwell said, pushing herself off her desk and turning to look for a notepad. She scribbled something on it as she walked to your desk. “Take this and go see the nurse. I think you may have a fever.”
“A fever? Wardwell, what the hell is this?” you asked.
“A note. To see the nurse.” Wardwell tore the note off her notepad and handed it to you before gesturing toward the door. “Go.”
“But I-”
“Now, Ms. Spellman.”
You let out a listless breath and slammed your notebook shut. Shoving all your things into your bag and ignoring Nick’s snickering, you grabbed the note from Wardwell and stormed out of the class.
When you turned to flip Nick off while Wardwell had her back to the class, you saw Caliban reaching over his desk to flick Nick’s neck and whisper something in his ear that made him a few shades paler. It filled your heart with a funny feeling and you adjusted your bag and fled before you had a chance to start crying in the middle of your English class.
Once you were in the safety of the hallway, you had no idea which way to turn. The nurse’s office wasn’t an option because Pollit was deeply against any student seeing her unless they were bleeding and you didn’t feel like getting detention for supposedly faking an illness. It was too bright outside to throw rocks at the soccer team. You found yourself heading for the library before you even realized that you’d decided not to ditch.
The smell of coffee and freshly microwaved lunches mingled with old books and teenage angst when you stepped through the threshold. It was surprisingly busy for the sixth period, but luckily your spot in the back corner by the window was open. Slipping on your headphones, you drowned out all the others and started working on your stupid sonnet.
If the writer’s block wasn’t annoying enough, someone slid into the seat across from you and jostled the table in the process. Lifting your gaze from your newly marred page, you were intent on giving the offender the harshest glare in your arsenal until you saw it was Harvey.
He was nervous, spouting some apology that you couldn’t hear over your music, and wearing a football helmet. You took your headphones off to hear some of the ten billion words he was saying.
“Why are you wearing a football helmet?” you asked, setting your headphones aside and doing your best not to glare at him.
“Oh, uh-” Harvey tapped the helmet like he’d forgotten he was wearing it. “I wanted to talk but I thought you’d still be pretty pissed at me.”
You tilted your head to the side. “And you thought a helmet would protect you?”
“I mean, I feel a little dumb about it now but yeah,” Harvey said with a shrug.
You laughed at him and leaned over to take the helmet off his head. He looked ready to run for the exit, but he held still as you took the helmet in your hands. Collapsing back into your seat, you sighed and looked at the red Greendale High football helmet. “I’m not angry with you,” you said. “I tried but it’s like being mad at a puppy.”
Harvey shifted uncomfortably and frowned. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment but thank you.”
“No problem, Harvey.” You sighed and set the helmet on the table. Both of you stared at the helmet for an awkwardly long period of time. “What did you want to talk about?”
Either his seat was very uncomfortable or you still managed to unnerve him because Harvey kept shifting in his seat and starting sentences but never quite finishing them. Eventually, he sighed and said, “It’s not Caliban’s fault. It’s mine.”
“No, you only think it’s yours because you’re sixteen and more easily manipulated than most,” you said.
“Yeah, I know all that but-” Harvey shifted and tapped your notebook as he tried to figure out how to word what he was about to say. “I liked Sabrina, right? But everyone told me that she couldn’t date unless you did. So, I started talking to Caliban because he seemed like your type-”
“Caliban is my type?”
“Yeah, exactly,” Harvey said, completely missing your offense at his assumption of your type. Sure, he’d been right but still. “Anyway, so, like I said it, was my idea. He had feelings for you already and then Nick offered him money and … I don’t know. I told him to go for it anyway.”
You picked at the rings of your notebook in silence, mulling over Harvey’s words and trying not to punch him.
“He was going to tell you but I said it would just hurt you,” Harvey continued. He took a deep breath. “So, if you’re going to be mad at anyone, then be mad at me.”
You hoped you’d see something outside that told you what to do, but everything outside stared at you ambivalently. Letting go of your notebook, you turned back to Harvey and shrugged.
“He lied to me, Harvey. I get that you were selfish and messed up, but Caliban lied,” you said. “That’s worse than what you did because it feels like I can’t trust anything he says.”
Harvey looked like you’d just told him Santa Claus wasn’t real. Gut-punched and disappointed. In a slightly smaller and more strained voice, he said, “But it’s not his fault.”
You reached out and touched Harvey’s hand on the table. “I know you’re just trying to help your friend but it’s not that simple,” you said. “Do you understand?”
“No,” Harvey said lamely. He sank back in his chair and sighed. “But I’ll stop bugging you about it.”
“Thank you.” You squeezed his hand before letting go entirely. You pulled your notebook out from under Harvey’s helmet. “Are you gonna keep staring at me like that or do you have work to do?”
“Oh, I’m supposed to be in chemistry right now,” Harvey said.
Again, a bit of your bad mood dissipated and you laughed. “You should probably go to chemistry.”
“Yeah, probably,” Harvey said. He looked at the door and looked back at you. “But, uh, is it cool if I sit here for a while?”
You wanted to say no and to tell him that he was still an idiot for his part in this whole mess, but he was looking at you with those dumb lost puppy eyes. “Okay,” you said. “But don’t distract me or I’ll kick you under the table.”
Harvey laughed and settled into his seat. “Got it. Next time I’ll bring shin-guards.”
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All things considered, Caliban had been handling your blind hatred quite well. Though, technically, your hatred wasn’t blind anymore because you knew the truth about him. Your hatred was all-seeing, all-encompassing, and everlasting. Caliban expected no less, considering the remnants of his smashed-up car found on the edge of the mines, but it still felt like he was falling apart every time he saw you.
Before, your almost exactly replicated schedules had been a convenient way to spy on you until Caliban finally worked up the courage to ask you out. Then, it had been the ideal opportunity to pass notes and make fun of Billy. Now, it was the perfect torture session where the two of you pretended not to notice one another.
It had gone on for almost a week before Caliban couldn’t stand it any longer. He had a plan, a very shaky plan, and Ambrose’s assurance that he could treat any of Caliban’s bones that you broke.
Caliban had waited the whole day and all he had to do was get through English, and then he could talk to you. Regardless of whether or not you broke his nose, phase two of the plan would commence with red carnations and one of those cheesy acoustic songs you liked.
“Okay, children,” Wardwell said in her disturbingly chipper voice. Her heels clacked against the floor as she scurried to the front of the class. “You’ve had plenty of time to work on your poems and I’m very excited to hear your takes on this classic sonnet.”
She was met by the silence of two dozen over-tired teens. Awkwardly, Wardwell fiddled with her hands and started walking around again. She paused at the window for a second and turned back to the class with wide eyes.
“Any brave souls willing to read theirs aloud?” Wardwell asked it like it was a dangerous question, like she was asking them if they wanted to rob a bank later.
Again, she was met with uncomfortable silence. Then your hand shot up and the air felt slightly more electric.
“Oh, Ms. Spellman … um, would anyone else like to give it a try?” Wardwell asked, looking out at the crowd with hungry eyes. “No? Well, alright then. Come on up, Ms. Spellman.”
Wardwell waved you over and placed you next to her desk in the front. She gave your shoulders an uncomfortable-looking squeeze and hurried back to her spot near the window. When she stood like that, she looked like a spindly bird watching over her chicks. Or maybe over her prey; it was hard to tell.
Once you were standing in front of the blackboard the way Wardwell liked, you took a deep breath and looked down at your notebook. “Here goes nothing,” you mumbled. Glancing over at the Caliban, his heart stopped as you dropped your gaze and started reading in a tight voice. “I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.”
At the mention of his staring, Caliban’s heart stuttered annoyingly. He was staring at you now, along with the rest of the class, but this was different. He’d told you once that he stared because it gave him a chance to figure out what to say, but this time he was staring so that he’d never forget this moment.
“I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind … I hate you so much that it makes me sick-” You let out a short laugh and looked out at the window as you shook your head. “It even makes me rhyme.”
The whole class laughed and you took another breath to prepare for the next stanza. There was no laughter in your voice when you spoke again. “I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.” Your voice cracked and you looked up at the ceiling. “I hate it when you make me laugh.” A stray tear ran down your face and you wiped it away roughly. “Even worse when you make me cry.”
Caliban leaned forward in his chair. Whatever you said next, he didn’t want to miss a word.
“I hate the way you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call,” you said, voice trembling between the tears that Caliban knew were eating you up inside. As if this moment couldn't twist him up any more, you looked up from your notebook and made eye contact with Caliban for your final lines. “But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close … not even a little bit … not even at all.”
With a breath, you shut your notebook and started walking out of the classroom. In a show of remarkable self-control, you didn’t slap Nick on your way out as he asked what on earth that poem could possibly be about.
Wardwell called after you, teetering on her heels as she scurried after you, but she stopped when she was almost run over by Caliban bolting out of his seat. She held onto him until he promised that he would make sure you were okay.
Thanks to the Wardwell delay, you were long gone by the time Caliban made it to the hallway, but he had a pretty good idea of where you’d gone. He raced out of the school and tracked down your car.
You were glaring at your car when Caliban found you, or more specifically glaring at the dozens of red carnations in your backseat. Reluctantly, you picked up the apology note on your windshield.
Technically, it was more of an excerpt than a note. Caliban had ripped out one of the last pages of the Pride and Prejudice he bought the other day, the page where Darcy proposes to Elizabeth (which was your favorite because ‘he promised to leave her the fuck alone if she didn’t feel the same’), circled your quote, and scrawled out an apology.
Caliban didn’t even know you’d seen him standing there until you balled up the note and threw at him. “You know you can’t just keep buying me red carnations every time you mess up, right?” you asked.
Seeing as amusement outweighed the annoyance in your voice, Caliban walked closer to you. “Yeah, but that’s why they have roses…” Closer- “tulips…” Caliban stopped in front of you and let out a shaky breath. “Hell, if I get that desperate, I'll even buy you some peonies.”
You bit the inside of your lip and cast a look at your car. You shrugged. “How do you plan to afford all that, huh? Going to keep dating girls so the cash keeps coming?”
It was a cheap shot but one that Caliban deserved. He dropped his gaze. “No, I, uh, messed up the last time. See, this girl was … something else. And I fell for her.”
You frowned for a second but then gave him a very hesitant smile. “Really?”
“Really,” Caliban repeated. “It’s not every day you find a girl who’ll steal your car and then leave it absolutely wrecked without leaving so much as a note for your insurance company.”
You laughed and covered your face with your hand.
“In her defense, she did leave my tires alone,” Caliban said with a mischievous smile.
For the first time, Caliban’s heart didn’t wrench at the sound of your laugh. You knew the truth and you seemed to care about him anyway. “Shut up,” you told him. You grabbed a fistful of Caliban’s shirt and pulled him closer.
Your first kiss was rushed and clumsy - you wanted to kiss him and Caliban needed to kiss you. After a shared laugh, your second kiss was less frantic and a little smoother - your hand cupped his jaw familiarly and his arms held you without having to think. Then there was your third kiss, your fourth … each one better than the last.
by the way, loves, here’s the quote in case any of you were wondering:
Elizabeth was much too embarrassed to say a word. After a short pause, her companion added, “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
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what do you think about harvey's relationship with other characters (not with gordon)? not only romantic ones, just his interactions with other people?
So I threw this out to tumblr
I was wondering if there are any topics people might find interesting to read about? Or I mean if you have any Harvey questions you’d like me to answer/want to hear my opinions on, feel free to throw them my way! :)
and @honestmrdual asked the above.
So I think about Harvey a lot but it’s generally Harvey on his own, that being said I have thought about his relationships with other people. Romantic and non.
I decided (so that this list wouldn’t get too long) to focus on a select few-
Firstly Friendship and Romances in general and then specific relationships including; Dix, Scottie, Fish, Alfred, Edward (I was going to talk about more but it got so long so I cut half of them haha!)
Generally as a rule I think Harvey is pretty easy going on the romantic and friendship front. I think he picks up friends easily (despite what his friendship with Jim might tell us), there’s a lot of people have a lot of respect for Harvey as evidenced numerous times at the GCPD. I think part of that is because Harvey just has this cheeky charm that you can’t help but love.
I think Harvey has friendships of equal measure with men and women but I think Harvey is pretty old school in his views and I think he thinks that men and women probably can’t be friends without something happening.
Firstly then let’s turn our attention to Harvey and Dix’s friendship
Harvey has known Dix since he was a rookie cop trying to make detective (Nothing Shocking - Harv says as much) and I think he see’s Dix as a sort of mentor and father figure, because of this he wants to take care of Dix, even if he doesn’t always agree with him. I think we see this especially in the episode in season four (Nothing Shocking) when they have their moment in the office and it is a beautiful moment. It’s amazing what two actors can convey with so little to go on and that moment is an example of that. Furthering that idea of the parent/child relationship is the whole scene in Spirit of The Goat where Harvey storms off after saying he’s the smartest guy in the room and then we see him paying the nurse. Harvey rebels against Dix the way a child rebels against a parental figure - pushing boundaries (and thinking they know best) - something which is also evidenced in that first scene of Spirit of The Goat when Harvey, against Dix’s advice goes rushing in to try and stop the Goat.
You can see that Harvey and Dix care about each other in all their interactions. That Dix doesn’t blame Harvey for his life getting busy and that he doesn’t want Harvey to be eaten up by that guilt.
There’s a hell of a lot of guilt in that relationship on both sides too. Harvey feels it more strongly for the way his actions cost Dix the use of his legs BUT also I think Dix feels it because he’s half the reason Harvey has ended up so jaded and so full of guilt.
They care about each other though and Dix seems to be one of the few characters to actually show concern about Harvey and his wellbeing throughout the seasons even if it’s not explicit.
Next Scottie Mullens and Harvey
- So when Scottie first came into the show (and she’s only in it for two episodes) I was pretty excited to see a potential love interest for Harvey. However this relationship really suffers in the hands of the writers and I think it’s because they just don’t know how to write women, especially not strong women. (I mean look at the rollercoaster of Lee’s portrayal).
In the first moments Scottie meets Harvey she tells him not to be an ass and at first I was excited because it seemed like here we had a woman who could banter with Harvey, but, for some reason this doesn’t feel like banter. It feels like she’s telling him off - which isn’t such a bad thing - only it’s kind of aggressive and if this were the other way round and the gender’s were switched there’d be red flags all over it. Scottie’s second and last appearance is at the start of season 2 where we find out Harvey is engaged. She is incredibly controlling in the two minutes we get of her. She is hostile to Jim, talks over him and Harvey.
She is the epitome of the nagging housewife that was prevalent in so many ‘comedy’ shows of the 60′s and 70′s and Harvey is supposed to be the slightly brow beaten husband.
Personally I don’t think Harvey’s happy, for one he introduces Scottie as his girlfriend not his fiancee. Second he sounds so dejected when he tells her he’s telling Jim no and thirdly after Harvey tells Jim in the previous episode that the civilian life if better there’s a moment where the camera lingers on him and we see a flash that shows he’s not all that happy with it.
I think Harvey - especially in romantic relationships, but it could be argued for platonic ones too - doesn’t think he’s worth much, so he gets himself into relationships that aren’t actually that good for him. “We accept the love we think we deserve.” and I personally don’t think Harvey thinks he’s worth that much. Especially after having to give up his pursuit to be a white knight. I think he’s had it knocked out of him by Gotham. I think this is a reason he visits prostitutes a lot, I think it’s why he gets into these romances with women who treat him, kind of like dirt - there’s a sort of side romance in the first Gotham novel and that’s all kind of messed up.
It’s not just a case of Harvey enjoying BDSM, or being dominated either (though I do think he enjoys being dominated), I genuinely think Harvey believes he isn’t worthy of love and he isn’t worthy of being loved and appreciated properly.
- Harvey and Fish is another romantic relationship that I think runs deeper than just the flirting.
I feel like with Harvey and Fish the relationship there, is one that just never got the timing right. On paper they work well together and they clearly care deeply about each other (though let’s not forget Fish has tried to kill Harvey a few times) BUT I don’t know if that’s also just circumstance that has brought them together. They strike me as the sort of people who SHOULD fit, who SHOULD be good together but then just aren’t and I think, well I headcanon that partly has to do with Fish’s sexual appetites that are referenced a few times throughout the seasons.
- Harvey and Alfred
The moment Harvey and Alfred were on screen together in season 1 (around the episode ten mark), I got SO excited. Alfred is another of my favourite characters, and he was from the start of the series. He’s just so handsome and lovely and british and bond-esque. ANYWAY-
I really like Harvey and Alfred’s relationship because I feel like they have a good degree of respect for each other. I feel like Harvey and Alfred are two sides of the same coin. They’re both a similar age and they both have this want in them to be a white knight but they both know that sometimes you have to do some dirty stuff to get the right stuff done. Both of them seem to recognise the realness of the world around them, both of them have clearly lived and loved and lost. I feel like Harvey and Alfred get in each other in a way Jim could never get either of them because Jim is so No BuT We HaVe tO mAkE gOtHaM bEtTeR and bullheaded and freaking self righteous and Alfred has never been like that with Harvey. Not that we ever see anyway.
Alfred for me is like, not a finessed Harvey, but maybe the man Harvey wishes he was - and I know a lot of people would argue that Jim takes that spot but I really really don’t believe he does, I think there are aspects of Jim that Harvey wishes he could be more like but not Jim on a whole, Harvey has never been an all american boy scout. I believe Alfred is the man Harvey wishes he was and as cliche as it is it might have been nice to see them have a romantic entanglement with the same lady, just to watch some jealousy, competition and back and forthing.
Now we’ll move onto the one that I don’t really want to talk about but have to because I love Harvey, even his bad and horrible points.
- Harvey and Ed
So I couldn’t do a list of Harvey’s relationships without talking about Edward Nygma.
When it comes to Nygma, Harvey is a bully. That’s the only way I can describe it. There’s not much of anything that Ed does to Harvey in those early days that justifies Harvey’s actions towards him. (Not like with Penguin).
I feel maybe with Harvey it’s one of two things;
1) Ed is so unashamed to be himself that it makes Harvey - who is hiding parts of himself and seems to have fractured some of his nature because of this - uncomfortable.
or
2) Ed is just one of those people (and we all have them) who makes Harvey feel uneasy and he can’t quite put his finger on why. - We’ve all met that one person that just makes us feel uncomfortable and we’re not sure why, maybe they’re a little bit creepy, but whatever it is something about us goes on high alert when they’re around and we don’t want to be alone with them for more than five seconds.
It doesn’t justify Harvey’s reaction to Ed or the way he treats him and he ends up contributing to Ed’s downfall, but it does go someway to explain it.
I think it’s quite telling that the one time Harvey tells Ed he’s done a good job Ed is surprised because he never expected praise from Harvey Bullock. I think this slight and temporary change in attitude probably has to do with the fact that Harvey probably hasn’t been hanging around with the same old crowds - like flass - now he’s having to run around with Jim and fighting crime.
Like I said this got super long so if you made it this far well done and I’m sorry not sorry for rambling on so much. Like I said I just love Gotham’s Harvey Bullock.
#Harvey Bullock#;Teddy bear#;heart of gold#;light of my life#gotham#;is this meta what is this#rambling too hard about fictional characters
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Ocean au (Harven Dent part 2)
N/A: Oh, God this AU is almost over...how many chapters for this arc? Uhm, a few but it will be the last arc so I want to do something cool. This will be merciful short if we´re lucky.
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The study office is makeshift at best with tons of files lined up in a column and with some old books-with a jaded cover and carefully placed in the highest shelf the eyes can see- as the central piece of this room is taken by a table and chair, and of course, one well-built man writing on his notebook furiously and oblivious for what happens outside the world. And this man is Kurt Ryder, one of the famous reporters and TV hosts ever lived-he doesn´t speak about himself like that, but, in another shelf, there´re many awards he wins in his long career to warrant a smug expression when people interact with Kurt or mention his profession- and tonight, the man is working on a case.
"So, in all things considered..." Kurt read what he wrote and frown at this and shakes his head. "All things consider? No...not bombastic enough, how about, without a shadow of a doubt...oh, much better, without a shadow of a doubt, The Drakes have connections to the case of Margalia Bonbon. Justice or revenge by the riches? Good intentions justify a crime" Kurt nods in approval as he saves his notes and stretches his body.
"Oh, I got spoilers from your next show" a new voice with a fake accent breathes in his ear and Ryder is quick to turn and see Columbina a few inches away from him- she has that smile of hers that no one knows the difference if she´s planning something or if she´s just teasing you- and like all good citizen of New Gotham knows when you see a frak in a mask you don´t aggravate the situation. You act as if is another day...because it is.
Ryder flashes a smile at Columbina. What a coincidence, he was thinking about her. And speaks as if it is no big deal. "Guess you got spoilers, so, what are you up now? Kitty´s apartment is on the other of the hall" Ryder waits for her reaction.
"I killed her!" Columbina has a fake insane grin and Ryder knows a thing or two about acting and insanity.
"Oh really, after or before you make love with her...wait, I thought you had killed her last week..." he trails off and waits to see what Columbina will say. Anticipation is a vice Ryder knows how to keep at the bay and again, Ryder is an excellent actor if he wants to be.
"Fine, I revive her ...but, I´m not here to talk about my relationship with Kitty, by the way, she´s great, you should know that by now" Columbina speaks innocently enough. Ryder only nods and says he´s going out with Kitty. "So, could you stop killing Kitty? I´d not mind the sex thing, but, you know...I don´t like to imagine Kitty hurt in any way" Ryder adds not missing a beat of her expression.
Surprised? Does Columbina truly have an affection for Kitty but is one-side? Did Ryder win against the notorious thief of New Gotham? That´s exciting and it does make his heartbreak slightly for Columbina.
Now, once he rose from his chair and crosses his arm-an imitation of Nightcreeper as Columbina knows him too well, too well if he can say so- and asks. "What my favorite thief is doing in my humble abode?"
Columbina is not impressed. "Humble abode? Right..." and she looks at the so-called humble abode bemused. Yet, she´s not here to speak about fake modesty. "You know, in the past weeks the fanfic community has been going crazy with Kokina" she makes a face after saying this name that makes Ryder grins and Columbina shot him a look. "and in some of the fics, there´s a tag. ''Columbina is a Sacar" and interesting because this is a term only Kokoro knows. I´m not making those fanfictions...and there´s one author who likes to write those strange and insane stories" she looks deadpan at him.
"Me? How...I have no idea what a sacar is!" Kurt pretends, very well, to not know the word and be extremely confused and hurt by the accusation.
"Kitty knows too and she told you...and you write fanfictions to troll people" Columbina narrows her eyes looking completely distressed.
"Well, if Kitty wants me to stop she can say so..." Ryder begins and tries a new approach. "But if it bothers you, I can stop and bother someone else. OK?" and so far, it seems Columbina accepts that. Well, she accepted as she saw Ryder deleting some of his works in the fanfiction community.
"Since you´re here. Why do you like this so-called creeper so much? He´s not real and well...I´m curious" Ryder begins nonchalant and Columbina hummed for a minute.
"He has a really big dick and is a crazy dick" and Ryder´s iron wall broke and he laughs at that. Then, he composed himself and only nods saying if she truly believes this.
And her eyes peering through his own. "You´re handsome, I mean, for this profession you got to be, but...is the first time I ever notice your hair..." Columbina speaks amused. "I like your voice and I like how you went after the truth. I don´t like how you can be an ass sometimes..." she steps away and grins. "Do you like dangerous things?" her tone is sultry is a bit similar to Kitty from that date.
Kurt gulps as in any normal circumstance he would love to flirt or even sleep with a pretty lady-and really, who wouldn´t want to sleep with Columbina?-but the man steps back and speaks in a serious tone. "I used to love it when I was younger, but, now...I think I prefer less dangerous things...if anything I can do something with Kitty and I would enjoy it better" and Ryder´s eyes widen as he was worried Columbina would be upset.
"Was bad at flirting or are you that into Kitty?" this is a question that took him by surprise.
"I think a pretty woman with boob windows like you don´t need the perfect pick up line, but, yes...I´m that into Kitty" and Columbina nods changing the subject.
"Listen, Ryder, I´m not here to flirt with you or to talk about your questionable taste in fanfictions...I want to know more about Harvey Dent´s last cases" and adds. "Can you help me Mr. Noisy Reporter?"
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On the next day, Ryder tells Kitty-doing his best to ignore the cat who is looking so fixated at him- about Columbina visiting his apartment and how nothing happens. "Look, I know I have this image of ...uhm, manslut, but, nothing happens...I swear"
"I believe in you" she states with a smile. And Ryder is taken back by this. She believes in him? This is a concept totally new and alien to him.
"She went to my house to talk about Harvey Dent´s last cases"
"Of course she would, you´re Mr. Noisy Reporter...right?"
Ryder frown at this for a moment. And asks without missing a beat. "Hey, Kitty, what do you think of Nightcreeper?"
"Big dick, crazy dick"
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Dark Claw is on his computer searching for the last cases of Harvey Dent- KingPin has many enemies and those enemies were persecuted by Harvey Dent- and Sparrow mentioned another case of an enemy of KingPin was murder even in the solitary period in the prison.
"He was supposed to be there for 3 months, however, uhm...he´s pretty much dead...the security footage shows someone entering in the cellar, but, there´s no security guard named Bob" Sparrow summarize what she found out.
"Magneto is still arrested and blabbing about his missing daughter" Dark Claw has mercy for the man even if Magneto committed many crimes. He can understand wanting a family, but, he can´t condemn his past actions. "And while slowly comes to term with reality...is not one to go after KingPin, they have no business and no reason to fight"
"A crooked cop?" Sparrow speaks as if it is the most obvious solution and Dark Claw considers this.
"Could be the case, but, if is a crooked cop...why he would kill other cops who have felonies on their files? Shouldn´t he want to cover for his brothers in blue? No, I think we´re dealing with a vigilant...but, what he wants and who is he..." Dark Claw trails off.
"Better call, Ryder!"
"Oh no!"
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"Hello, Kitty Cat" an insane voice draws Kitty´s attention to the light pole on her right and she sees Nightcreeper in all his naked glory. Kitty pouts at the nickname but didn´t run away. "Hello, Creepy" she speaks and chuckles as his green face contorted into confusion as his brain is trying to recall the times Columbina called him like that.
"Is dangerous to walk around at the night...what if a lunatic tries to hurt you?" his grin is back on his face.
"Well, I have you to protect, don´t I?"
"You bet it"
And Kitty smiles and then snaps. "Hey, Creepy could you return this to Ryder for me?" she hands him Ryder´s wallet. Nightcreeper is too insane to care. "Columbina took and I want to return his wallet"
On the next day, Ryder goes to his wallet and notices his credit cards and money is there-no single cent was taken from him, yet, his eyes spot a piece of paper - and there´s a piece of paper with one message. "you really thought I would take your money? Ryder, please... Don´t be creepy"
And Kurt Ryder is speechless.
#ocean au#kurt ryder#kitty pryde#kurtty#trolling#Harvey Dent has no power here but is evil and cunning#Dark Claw#Sparrow
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SLIGHTLY NEW ALBUMS I LIKED (Little Simz - GREY Area; Monsune - Tradition; Backxwash - God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It)
More loose reviews that I write and instantly want to get out of my Word document and into Tumblr without much of an overlaying theme between the albums or any planning as to which ones I’ll be releasing at which point, but it is what it is. This time I’ll be compiling some recent-ish albums I’ve enjoyed, two of which I’ve come to know from TheNeedleDrop (I try not to watch reviews before writing down my opinion btw), and one EP from an artist I like. Here it is.
Little Simz – GREY Area
Little Simz, the 26-year-old British rapper, is an artist I’ve loved the first time I heard her, when I listened to Selfish for the first time and saw her cover of Feel Good Inc. in triple-j’s Like A Version. Today, May 30th, I was planning on listening to White Chalk by PJ Harvey, but from what I read, it’s a pretty depressing album, and I’m not in the mood for that right now, so I picked GREY Area from my future listening list.
It’s really nice to hear a rap album like this once in a while. The instrumentation is organic and well thought out, her flow is amazing, and her lyrics have so much substance and personality to them, ranging from the happier, more reminiscent tone in 101 FM to the much more aggressive tracks Offence, Boss, Venom and Pressure, she’s always giving her take on life, telling the experience of what it’s like being a black person with big dreams in England, seeing friends die while she tries to go somewhere in life through music.
The main tone she picks for her self-narrative is an unapologetic view of the world around her; she tells the listener: “’til now I ain’t ever been the selfish type, ‘till now I ain’t ever told nobody no, don’t get it twisted. This shit ain’t happen overnight” in the biggest song off here, Selfish, featuring the most calming and lavish pianos and violins in this album, and an amazing feature by Cleo Sol on the hook. Pressure features an amazing batch of verses all about. Same thing with the intro, Offence, with its bold, empowering chorus; although the track comes off more playful with its cartoonish sound effects nearing the end than the raw message of the track mentioned previously. A great, high-spirited track to start off the album.
What isn’t as high-spirited is the next track, Boss, or, to be fair, almost all the other tracks in the album. Boss is a big fuck you to anyone you might dedicate the song to: the hook has Simz’s most aggressive delivery in the whole record, and the entire message is about getting over those who hurt you and coming up. The second verse is something else.
Wounds, featuring Jamaican singer Chronixx, deals mostly with the gun/crime problem ever-so-present in marginalized communities all around the world, and she tells the story from the perspective of both herself and as a companion of the “gun man”, repeatedly mentioned in the song (“When a gun man only knows self-hate, them bullets show no love”). I’m not super crazy for Chronixx’s hook, or the much slower tempo of the track, but it fits well with the groovy instrumental. Venom, on the other hand, is a super exciting, menacing song. She goes all out over the violins playing in the background, but unfortunately, the track burns twice as bright to last half as long.
To lighten the mood a bit, 101 FM brings the most electronic instrumental, with cheerful, banging 808s and synths, and lyrics about her come up as a rapper, probably the verses where her British accent and slang dominate the most, giving them a more personal feel somewhat. Pressure doesn’t feature the most compelling instrumental or hooks in here – the Little Dragon refrain is mixed very poorly and the vocalist just doesn’t do a great job -, but the verses compensate for that, especially the first one, probably one of the most heartfelt and important ones in this album. Therapy talks about Simz’s struggles with finding comfort in therapy. The instrumental is average for the project, but still slaps, so that’s nice.
Sherbet Sunset is an ode to a broken relationship, and a theme that could be handled so poorly by other artists is handled masterfully by Little Simz. In three verses, she displays so many sides to what I assume is one relationship, so many emotions and thoughts that she shares, it really feels like she’s transcribing something of a focused, bright mind rush over the track, and it amazes me how she can reveal her feelings so well on a track like this, progressing from the regret of not seeing how it’d go wrong, to the anxiety that comes from spending all that time for seemingly nothing, to coming to terms with it in the last verse (although not quite). It’s a stunning song now that I listen to it again.
To close it all off, we have Flowers, mainly a tribute to various artists from the 27 club, with mentions of Jimi Hendrix and Amy Winehouse in the verses, trying to relate to their struggles with drug addiction and quick fame. It’s incredibly powerful and a great finisher.
I don’t dislike one track in GREY Area. It’s well conceived, a great statement, it really feels like she gives her all to make every track memorable, and even though her delivery is mostly monotone throughout the whole album, that also works to her favor, as she has a very unique and recognizable voice. So the lyrics are extremely well written, and the only reason I don’t give more examples of that is because I got a whole lot of school shit to do, the instrumental work is clean and precise, and I don’t have a whole lot to complain about. Check this shit out if you haven’t.
FAVORITE TRACKS: 101 FM, Venom, Selfish, Offence, Boss, Pressure
LEAST FAVORITE TRACK: lol nah
8.7/10
“Why you wanna all dress lies as truth? Have you ever seen what silence do? I don’t wanna see no violent troops putting out fires that haven’t been started”
Monsune – Tradition
Damn I did not expect to like this as much as I did.
Monsune is a Chinese-Canadian singer who has recently been gaining some popularity from his amazing song OUTTA MY MIND, which features a funky bassline and high-pitched guitar playing that some have compared to Childish Gambino, specifically his album “Awaken, My Love!”. I decided to check out this short EP by him to see if he had anything more to offer, and it’s safe to say, he does.
The first track off Tradition already shows what this guy can do with his production. It starts off with the same vibe off of his previously mentioned biggest track, but on steroids: a prominent bassline, pitch-altered backing vocals, sunny guitars, and drowned out drums. His voice is also reaching higher notes in this song than in OUTTA MY MIND, but then in the middle of the song it all slows down for a very welcome beat change that shifts the song from this summer anthem to a very chill R&B tune. It’s amazing stuff, although I don’t understand why he chose to put some very noticeable autotune in this part.
CLOUD is my least favorite from the EP, but it’s still a very solid song, it’s just not amazing. The bass is still very strong, and the bridge later on in the song is addictive as shit. After that track comes OUTTA MY MIND, and then his style completely switches in MOUNTAIN, which starts off with some solo guitar and his low, beautiful singing. It’s actually really moving for some reason lol. It then picks up in the hook, the drums kick in along with what I assume is a keyboard, and his voice reaches the top of his range for the backing vocals, it’s a very well-made song.
JADE finishes Tradition off extremely beautifully, with a smooth acoustic guitar intro over a nice-ass bass, some ethereal, trippy scenes of Monsune floating over the ocean and appearing out of thin air in front of you (probably not you, the listener). And then all of a sudden this madman screams off the top of his lungs in the middle of the track and I fucking love it.
The flaws this EP has are mostly related to the mixing, which I think can be a little too harsh in some sections such as the big breakdowns in JADE and MOUNTAIN. Plus, I know lyrics aren’t a focus on a project like this, but it would be nice to get something more than love songs in the future perhaps. Still, loving this EP, so glad I checked Monsune out. You should too.
WORST TO BEST: CLOUDS, 1998, JADE, OUTTA MY MIND, MOUNTAIN
8/10
“Don’t you wanna come down? Cause I’m so bored of walking on the same old sky”
Backxwash – God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It
God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It is an album by American rapper Backxwash, who received a new wave of attention after Anthony Fantano reviewed this album in his channel and gave it a decent 8. I haven’t watched the review yet, but I was interested in checking it out because of the high score, and especially since when I looked it up on Spotify, the songs only had around 8000 views.
Dark subject themes and the whole dark trap aesthetic are the core of this album. I, personally, have always been a fan of aggressive, heavy rap music, from more underground names like gizmo and Fukkit, to the more mainstream variant of these sounds, like XXXTENTACION. This album, however, operates in somewhat of a separate lane.
Many of the dark, edgy rap I used to listen to religiously back in the day was borderline mindless. Shit about ripping someone open, hollow flexing, except separated from mainstream rap only because the rapper in question is screaming their brains out when talking about designer clothes, instead of mumbling like your average Lil Baby, and, of course, personal problems, depression, being mad about whatever it was. Unlike its other contemporaries, however, it seems Backxwash has much more thought and elaboration into what she wants to yell about. Instead of hiding behind bass-boosted rather formulaic instrumentals, she takes the more scenic route, with still very dark, but more intricate gothic beats, sampling various religious speeches and implementing them into songs about black magic and overall unhappiness. The Black Sabbath sample that opens up this album should be enough for any listener to immediately understand what they’re about to get into, as the title track brings heavy percussion and some of the most graphic lyrics in the album, which it already doesn’t lack. Lines about downing pills and vodka, contemplating suicide, and blank vocalizations of anger (“I want war with these bitches, I want corpses and weapons”).
The track that resembles an average edgy Soundcloud rap song the most is Black Magic right after, with its own interpretation of the “ay” flow, shouted with a tone reminiscent of someone like Craig Xen. The big difference comes with the much grander production, especially the growling guitars that get introduced halfway, reminding the listener of Backxwash’s skill as a producer. From what I could tell, she was responsible for the production of the tracks in here, and considering there are no vocal guests except for Malldate’s quick appearance in Into The Void, I’m assuming the features listed in the tracklist are all producer credits as well, the feature in this track being Ada Rook, providing the amazing guitar work for this song.
Spells is mixed for me. I don’t enjoy the attempted singing in the chorus, and it falls completely flat to my ears; the beat is hard as ever, but the lyrics feel slightly disconnected with each other. At one point, she’s talking about going to Hell to her mom, at the other she mentions doors opening and closing in an office and how there’s no one in some corridor, and it doesn’t go anywhere from that, with lines such as “heart is so dead with tissue” not exactly evoking any sort of emotion or imagery.
Black Sheep is the most effective song out of the first four; it seems to filter all the positive aspects of the other tracks and package them into one quick serving. The beat is chaotic and in a constant state of unrest, the lyrics are centered and aimed at various of Backxwash’s problems in life, such as her father, people who want to bring her down and put her “in line on the X and O’s”, and overall venting. After that comes a brief interlude, the first of two that don’t have much use in the album except as pallet cleansers. It’s followed by Into The Void, a track that mentions her paranoia of being harassed and possibly killed when walking around in the streets and the deli. It’s haunting, and definitely the best song in here; it is laser-focused in the exact way I wished the previous tracks would be. Her vocal delivery is extremely expressive, and she tells the story in a way that gives the listener a brief, but at the same time immense glimpse of the reality that trans people face and have to go through, in a morbid fashion.
Adolescence is very short and eases the pace a bit after the intense emotions of the last. It’s a message to her younger brother that quickly descents into a confession of her inner struggle, mentioning possible overdoses and being too old for the 27 Club and fearing going to therapy. What’s great about this song is the fact that, even in such a short amount of time and with a less explosive instrumental, Backxwash manages to evoke her emotions so well; this is definitely what she does best in this record, and it overcomes the times where her delivery is flawed and her words are slurred and hard to understand. After this comes Amen, and holy fuck is this an angry song. Criticizing the hell out of the church, Backxwash comes at greedy pastors and their irresponsible spending when the churchgoers who support him are in need. My big problem with this song is the fact that the hook, as impassionate as it is, doesn’t do much for the subject, and the verse is way too short to have any impact with its theme. Lines like “these politicians politicking” don’t help much either.
The very distorted second interlude, Heaven’s Interlude, takes us to the last track, Redemption, the least intense song in here, which is appropriate as a sendoff. She expresses her frustrations towards her dad’s frustrations towards her being trans, and while the entire sentiment of the song is great and well formulated, I can’t find a way around the lines “Fuck these fucking boomers, fuck these fucking losers. Fuck theses motherfucking fuckers in their fucking two truck. Fuck these fuck(sic)abusers, and fuck these fucking rumors.”, they just emanate Limp Bizkit energy.
God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It is a very passionate, real, well produced and well-conceived album; it bears themes that are immensely important to be brought to the music scene, and by mixing that message with its explosive and polished production, it amplifies it a ton. However, as powerful as her deliveries are, I believe Backxwash can go much further with her songwriting and song structuring in the future, as well as her intonation, because that was really all that was keeping this album from being legendary. If she can do more of this in songs that are longer and super focused around whichever topic she decides, she can make something legendary. And thank God she got reviewed by Fantano, I hope she can take this opportunity and make something huge out of this.
FAVORITE TRACKS: Into The Void, Black Sheep, God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It, Adolescence, Black Magic
LEAST FAVORITE TRACK: Spells
7.7/10
“Chosen one, sad bitch, lowest scum. Coldest, huh, black sheep talk to ‘em. If the situation changed I would have said the same shit, exactly the same.”
#little simz#grey area#monsune#tradition#backxwash#god has nothing to do with this leave him out of it#album#review#albume review#ep#ep review#rap#uk rap#dark rap#indie pop
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