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jon-withnoh · 3 months

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Give me the hot Elisabeth and Rebecca takes!

Sure thing! (Oh boy this turned out long.)

Elisabeth disclaimer: this is purely based on vibes. I have some knowledge of the historical background, but it’s not really my field of study.

Rebecca disclaimer: this is my field of study and I have very strong opinions on it, though I do not claim that I am always correct. I do however maintain that I could back up many of my claims if I had the time to do proper textual analysis and read secondary sources.

I genuinely think Elisabeth (the musical as it was written) is a masterpiece. The framing device, the way certain melodies mirror each other to foreshadow events or indicate character development — it’s amazing! Plus, the music is ridiculously good. 100/10. I love this musical.

Most stagings/recordings of Elisabeth since 2012 though? More than questionable. Levay/Kunze musicals in general appear to be following a pattern where the original production and a maybe one or two productions after it are full of nuance and complexity, only to have that complexity broken down and reduced over time. That is no fault of the musical itself, but a worrying trend of not trusting audience to be able to handle nuance and trying to make every element of a production more palatable and easier to handle. I hate it. Both the 1992 and the 2005 Wien productions have so much to recommend them (I can’t speak for the German productions but would humbly turn over the questions to more Elisabeth-versed mutuals like @fitzrove), but it all seems to be going downhill.

HOT TAKE: I think bringing on more and more “Broadway-sounding” performers to do both Elisabeth and Rebecca is a mistake. For me, Levay/Kunze shows have a very specific sound to them, a sound that fits into European musical theatre and makes sense for when and where they were created. Hiring almost exclusively people with a way more modern, belt-y sound is not a direction I personally like for these shows. Don’t get me wrong, this is not about any specific performers, it’s about trying to change the sound of these shows into something more akin to a big Broadway musical and that really doesn’t work for me. Both Elisabeth and Rebecca are so idiosyncratic in how they sound and how they’re written, trying to make them fit into a mould they don’t belong in does them a disservice. (Looking at you, VBW.)

Maybe not a hot take: but I love the 2005 Wien production of Elisabeth so much. It was my first exposure to the musical and remains my go-to cast album. It certainly has faults and I totally understand why people might gravitate towards different productions, but since I haven’t listened to the full 1992 Wien and 2001 Essen (?) productions yet, I can only compare it to 2012.

REBECCA HOT TAKE: Michael Kunze has stated that he views Rebecca as first and foremost a love story and I think he is WRONG. Daphne du Maurier herself would probably think he was wrong (seeing as she hated the story being described as a romance). This is a core problem with Rebecca das Musical. There are many things to love (Danny, Danny, Beatrice, and did I mention Danny?), but in my opinion, the whole “this is a great love story” angle does it a huge disservice. Let’s make it weirder! Let’s make it as bleak as it fucking is! (Probably not a crowd pleaser but let me have my fun).

Rebecca the musical could have done with some serious editing.

The Magdeburg production of Rebecca, which I am aware was not very accessible to a lot of people, might be one of the best productions of Rebecca ever. Kerstin Ibald absolutely knocked it out of the park with her Mrs Danvers and gave her all the nuance and emotion we so desperately crave. Her Danny is so broken, so lost. Patrick Stanke’s Maxim strikes the perfect balance between the haughty upperclass Englishman who takes kind of a fatherly tone with his young wive, and the haunted, jealous husband who absolutely did murder his first wife. Also in this production Maxim and Ich finally have some chemistry! This production’s Ich (Sibylle Lambrecht, I think) has such a great character arc and it is completely believable that she is into Maxim, even (or especially??) after his confession. Plus, the set design was amazing!!!

More Rebecca hot takes that I’ve definitely brought up before: I know we all like to write Ich as a repressed queer woman who ends up not being all that into Maxim, but honestly, she probably is very attracted to him. We can speculate about the why, but like, it is strongly implied that they have sex for the first time shortly after Maxim’s confession. She wants him.

I maintain and will die on this hill that making Danny sing “Ich liebte sie, doch sie hat mich verraten” is a mistake. I mean, yes please let Danny tell us she loved Rebecca, but come on. Danny doesn’t lose her faith in Rebecca. She doesn’t stop idolising Rebecca. Whatever her reasons for setting Manderley on fire may be it’s not that she thinks Rebecca betrayed her. I don’t even think Danny thinks highly enough of herself to even consider feeling betrayed by Rebecca. Rebecca is god to her.

I definitely have more, but this post is really long and I’m running out of steam… Hope you enjoyed!

#rebecca das musical #Elisabeth das musical #hot takes #really these are hot takes #these are my strong strong opinions #doesn’t mean they’re objectively correct or anything #I just strongly believe in them #thank you

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verieriberries · 2 months

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the first time professor utonium mentions bruce to the girls, they’re already on edge. you can’t blame them exactly. the professor didn’t really have that much luck in regards to his love life and nobody could ever forget the ima/sedusa incident.

the first time they met bruce, the girls were more than suspicious. the man had offered to drive their dad to their school because his car was currently in the mechanic’s and gotham commute was absolute hell, according to the billionaire. bruce had brought his newest sports car and buttercup could see her most of the school staring and ogling. any other day, she would be reveling in the attention and would also drool about the fast (super fast) sportscar but she had a job to do. all three of them did.

the girls love their father, but professor utonium could be a little naive. he probably thought bruce was just being a generous boss by driving him to fetch them but they knew better.

bruce was surprised to be greeted with a nasty glare from who he could only assume was buttercup, a cold stare from the one with an enormous red ribbon who he remembered was blossom, and a hesitant smile from the normally bubbly bubbles. it seems like he has a lot of work ahead of him.

one time, professor utonium had to bring the girls to work because the babysitter cancelled last minute. but it seemed like it wasn’t a problem in his department because everyone was wrapped around the girls’ fingers. blossom asked intelligent questions, genuinely wanting to know more. bubbles was sweet and you would be a monster to not love her. buttercup asked the most insane questions that under further consideration, were actually quite creative questions that gave the scientists a new perspective so they weren’t too mad.

and professor utonium’s colleagues stopped being surprised when their boss would come around. it was almost hilarious how oblivious the professor could be and it was great entertainment watching the supposed playboy ceo of wayne enterprise look head over heels for the new scientist.

it only made their day even better when the girls became guarded and suddenly formed a protective formation around their father at the appearance of the billionaire.

bruce wayne let out a sigh but the determination in his face was clear as day. the r&d employees could only wish their boss good luck while silently hoping that he’d be good to their coworker. the professor’s gentle fatherly demeanor had endeared him to almost everybody in the r&d department and they would be lowkey pissed if their boss ever broke his heart. though they’re sure no one would be more enraged than the professor’s daughters.

#batonium #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #dcu #powerpuff girls #professor utonium #powerpuff buttercup #powerpuff blossom #powerpuff bubbles #ppg professor utonium protection squad #the ppg love their dad and so does bruce

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catboyidia · 3 months

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Heya! I have midterms this week (wish me luck), can I ask for some floof head canons to give me energy?

I'm okay if you want to keep it in the omegaverse au or not, also good with ags and bc (and anything you'd like to add)

Thank youuu, hope you're doing good

omg i wish you best of luck anon! i really hope all goes well! :)

heres a few of the softest/most domestic headcanons that come to mind:

(mostly asg but there is one zc too)

- genesis has a secret stash of stuffed animals, including his favorite thats a little grey cat he's had for a long time that he calls "sephy", and he refuses to let sephiroth find out about it. only angeal knows about it, and he teases genesis about "sephy" whenever he sees it but he has also promised to keep genesis' secret, partially because they have a deal that if angeal keeps "sephy" a secret, genesis won't tell zack about the time angeal absolutely gushed, and even got emotional about how proud he was of zack when zack got promoted to first (it was angeal's proudest "fatherly" mentor moment)

- the first time cloud brought zack home to meet his mom, he was incredibly nervous about how it would go, and even zack was a little nervous about making a good impression, but as soon as claudia saw them together and saw how zack treated cloud, she instantly loved zack and welcomed zack as a part of the family, treating him like a son and even giving zack her blessing to marry cloud in the future. not to mention that claudia also felt it necessary to start telling zack every single embarrassing moment in cloud's childhood, which zack found absolutely adorable, but poor cloud could only sit there in horror

- before asg went public with their relationship, the three of them, mainly genesis though, would always find ways to sneak small kisses and whisper soft "i love you"s to each other in the minuscule timeframes between their public appearances, which nearly led to them being caught numerous times. and whenever they had public appearances as a group, like interviews and whatnot, they would always do things like link their pinkies together under a table or just out of view of the cameras, or they would "accidentally" brush the back of their hands together, just doing anything they could to be as close as possible in public without being caught

- sometimes angeal will get cold since he's the only one who doesn't have a coat as part of his uniform, so genesis will lend angeal his coat, but not without teasingly "scolding" angeal the way he knows angeal would scold him or sephiroth if they were in the same position, almost as payback for all the times angeal has scolded them over small things

- on rare occasions, sephiroth will be in a very specific clingy mood where he wants nothing more than to just cuddle or be cuddled by genesis and angeal, but he never voices his desires, not really knowing how to. although despite sephiroth never saying anything, genesis and angeal are somehow always able to tell what sephiroth wants, always being able to notice the tiniest of subtle hints and differences in sephiroth's behavior, and they always find it to be the cutest thing ever, and never hesitate to give sephiroth what he wants

#im so sorry i hope this is sufficient!#being entirely honest my mind totally just suddenly blanked on anything fluffy… im almost not entirely sure if any of this even counts #at this point i dont think head empty is a viable excuse anymore because it always happens! i am really sorry!#im also not sure if ‘bc’ was a typo of ‘zc’ so i kinda guessed it was but if it wasn’t then im also sorry for that!#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #asgzc #angeal x genesis x sephiroth #zakkura #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #cloud strife #i should stop apologizing every time i answer an ask shouldn’t i…

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oh-lordy-lord-save-me · 6 months

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Hello, I just wanted to let you know that I am really fascinated by your version of Usagi and wanted to know more about him. What are the similarities and differences between your version and the comic version of Usagi? And well the other characters of Usagi Yojimbo appear as well, like Kitsune, Gen, and Tomoe, and if so how are they like in your version?

hi!!! thank you for taking interest in my iteration, its means a lot. in my au usagi is a teen(around 16-17) who traveled from japan to new york because he “wanted to travel more.” in reality he is trying to avoid another encounter with jei, as the last one kinda scarred him a bit. the thought of jei being in any town he’s visiting took away the possibility of a peaceful night for him.

gonna cut it off here since i just noticed how long this is haha

ayway, he definitely still sticks his nose into other people’s business and gets involved into things that were 100% avoidable.He would still be incredibly good with kids as well as helping anyone who needs it no matter how difficult the task is. Either way he still has a shit ton of warrants on his head!!!

Another thing that is absolutely vital to him is his inability to commit to anything🙏 he likes his life of wandering and it feels wrong to him to stay put in one place. he does not want his life to change and that doesn’t really help if he ever wants a relationship. to make it worse he will not speak about his feelings, i think he’d rather be struck by lightning.

the way he acted before moving to the hidden city was very different. he was much more carefree and always got into situations without much of a plan. he’d throw in some jokes in the middle of fights and hype himself up sometimes. i based off this phase of his life off of his younger self in the comics. but after this he tries to take things more seriously, keeping to himself and not breaking rules as often and acts like a dick sometimes . he gets better tho after hating leo for a while and gets to know him better.

i did change some characters a bit like katsuichi. he still lives as a hermit but took usagi in when he was much younger due to his dad passing. he takes on a more fatherly role than just a sensei for usagi. i dont see him calling him a cockroach or a head lice knowing this poor kid just lost his dad😭

kitsune, gen, and tomoe are living their lives back in japan. kitsune still lives as a street performer and a thief and shes having a good life rn honestly. shes knowledgeable in some mystic items as they’re usually a part of her performances. she’d be active on social media platforms, she’d have very organized posts. she’s also the one who reaches out the most to usagi; she pokes fun at him but she does it as a way to check in on him since the last time she really saw him he wasn’t in the best shape. i haven’t really gotten to gen yet, but he’s still a bounty hunter. he’d still be a bit of an ass when it comes to money or usagi.

dont have much on tomoe, which is honestly a crime, but i have the idea that she is a student at her father’s school. i think she’d be entirely dedicated to her skills and wouldn’t have much time for anything else. she’d only ever see usagi if he’s visiting the geishu province. i plan on them leaving eachother on strained terms when he left japan, they’d eventually sort it out in the future though. there’s also chizu, who usagi has worked with in the past but eventually stopped. She’s completely dedicated to the neko ninja, willing to do everything she has to for their cause. she ended their friendship by deceiving him since “friendship is a weapon that is used by the ninja, but it can be much worse if the ninja develops feelings of friendship.”

chizu is honestly a big reason who usagi heavily distrusted leo at first; his experience with ninja isn’t very pleasant

#ask #dear lord this is long sorry :’D #also happy holidays

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itschrisboys · 1 year

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did anyone say, SUPER MARIO HEADCANONS?

also i just noticed i have polls now

wario's real name is wallace. people started calling him wario as a joke after realizing how much he resembled mario. wallace was super annoyed at first, but now he's mildly amused by the whole thing.

likewise, waluigi's real name is michael. when wario first mentioned he had a younger twin, people started joking that his brother's name was waluigi. michael found it pretty funny from the get-go, and started leaning into the joke.

super crowns are used as a symbol of status in the mario universe. because of this, the royalty only appear human while wearing their crowns. peach is actually a toad, daisy is actually a piranha plant, and rosalina is actually a luma.

bowser and bowser junior are a subspecies of koopa known as a fire koopa. while rare, fire koopas aren't exclusively nobles/royalty, and vice versa.

bowser junior was conceived from a one night stand, and left on the castle doorstep in the middle of the night. a dna test confirmed he was bowser's kid, but they couldn't find his biological mother.

the koopalings aren't legally bowser's children, but he's basically adopted them anyway. most of them come from rough homes, and the others dont come from homes at all. bowser looked at these struggling kids, and his fatherly instincts kicked in and he essentially said "mine now"

the "stork" isn't actually how babies are conceived in the mushroom kingdom, it's just an adoption service.

mario and luigi were born in the mushroom kingdom. their (adoptive) parents (born in italy) took them to brooklyn after the shroob invasion, and they grew up not knowing about the mushroom kingdom. they only found out their origins upon coming to the mushroom kingdom years later, and being recognized by their old babysitter, toadsworth.

mario and luigi's birth parents were from new donk city.

mario's favorite food is spaghetti, and luigi teases him relentlessly for being an italian stereotype.

peach is actually closeted aroace. she's a very physically affectionate person (ie cheek kisses and hugs), and bakes cakes for her friends a lot. she didn't realize that that accidentally sent romantic signals to mario until much later, and has no idea how to clear things up without outing herself (she's not ready to come out yet) now that everyone seems to think they're an item.

peach almost ditching mario on the moon was due to the fact that she was panicking about potentially being outed, and therefore didn't realize he wasn't on the ship (she didn't find out she almost left mario there until later, and she profusely apologized when he told her)

bowser's parents died when he was really young (like, infant young), and he was raised by kammy and kamek. he refers to them as his parents sometimes.

likewise, peach was raised by toadsworth.

peach is actually the queen of the mushroom kingdom, but she likes the alliteration of "princess peach", so she uses that as her title.

rosalina still refers to herself as a princess because she hasn't finished grieving for her mother yet, and doesn't want to feel like she's replacing her.

unlike the other royalty, daisy's parents are alive and well, which is why she still has the title of princess.

kammy and kamek are in a long-term queerplatonic relationship.

mario doesn't start dating pauline until after peach eventually comes out of the closet.

luigi is crushing super hard on prince peasley, but he's too awkward to say anything, and peasley has some self esteem issues that lead him to believe that luigi is only fawning over him because he's the prince, so doesn't realize luigi has a crush. mario keeps trying to matchmake the two, and is super frustrated that none of his attempts are working, despite that fact that they're obviously into each other

wario and waluigi care about each other a lot, but that doesn't stop them from having some extreme sibling rivalry. they would absolutely beat the shit out of each other for the last cookie, then be chilling and watching tv together not 10 minutes later. the cain instinct is strong with these two.

not too long after the incident on the moon, daisy decides she's had enough of bowsers shit, and beats him up while still wearing a dress and high heels. bowser stops going after peach, but its not so much because he's scared of daisy so much as it is that he's incredibly impressed by her and wants to get on her good side because he may or may not have developed a crush.

bowser and daisy do eventually start dating.

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keef-a-corn · 1 year

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Dat’s right, People, it’s time for ‘Keef watches TFP and you just get the notes!’

This is for season 1, episode 20: Partners

Please reblog or comment on this with your thoughts! I really want to know what your opinion of the episode was!

I write down the timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.

ALSO! I try my best to note points for every character, but tend to get a little caught up by Bee (although I think I do a pretty good job with the notes regardless) so do be warned.

Little confession, this is one of my favourite season 1 episodes. It’s up there with Sick Mind. There’s going to be a point where I write down a scene deconstruction that carries on across multiple points, so I highly recommend reading this!! You'll be able to tell what part I'm talking about because it's got the most continuous screenshots.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:03 - A r k + the clouds tho

00:09 - 2016 YouTubers apologising for being literal criminals be like:

00:16 - I would like someone to make a fic about Soundwave’s inner dialogue during moments like these.

00:46 - Kinda surprised that he actually w a s talking to Soundwave. He would be aware that Starscream’s just sucking up t get Megs off his aft, right?

01:20 - this is actually a very good set up. Rather than the Autobots and Decepticons just coming upon it, they actually establish a quick explanation to it.

01:26 - all that movement makes Starscream look like he’s in a video game

01:29 - NO. That zoom, the way the camera follows her, The background. Airachnid is 100% supposed to be in a video game rn.

01:32 - I like that shot. I wanna redraw it.

02:00 - Starscream, my dood.

~intro~

02:50 - So beautiful

02:56 - Ignoring how out of place Arcee looks, she’s absolutely right.. expect that there’s no body there.

03:10 - the lighting makes Arcee’s face look beautiful.

03:24 - she gives ya whiplash here doesn’t she? Doesn’t give you enough time to be sad.

03:29 - I don’t understand why she looks so out of place.

03:33 - Oh no… all the flashbacks from ‘Predatory’

03:45 - pardon?

03:47 - Preen: devote effort to making oneself look attractive and then admire one's appearance.

04:01 - I think they gave Starscream the wrong face in this scene.

04:07 - Lore

04:25 - as apposed to doing it… with Mercy?

04:34 - of course he would!

04:36 - obviously.

04:36 - height difference my beloved. I also laughed a bit too hard for a bit too long at the shot. It’s just.. she’s so short, but then there’s also her arms XD

05:07 - I’ll be honest, I’ve never understood people who got flustered when a character says something cruel. Then I heard the way Starscream said idiot and I’m a little flustered.

05:12 - MM DELICIOUS. Explanations and a setup.

05:22 - A cut away of just Ratchet and Optimus, which also proves Starscream right? Sign me up.

05:29 - I feel conflicted. On one hand Optimus talks. On the other he used a metaphor that is not effective. ‘The past always catches up with the present’ is talking about decisions (eg actions or words). + This is Optimus’s first line of Dialogue since Operation : Breakdown.

06:24 - This is what Starscream said to Soundwave.

07:02 - LOOK AT HIM. HOW DOES HE HIDE! ANSWER MEEEE!

07:05 - I just realised.. this is the first time we’ll be seeing Airachnid interact with Optimus and Bee (although he shows up in Predatory, she runs away rather than attempting any confrontation.)

07:21 - 1. The way he says 'wait' is such a fatherly pronunciation. 2. O0O she doesn’t listen. 3. She does a backflip. (IYKYK)

07:44 - *sigh* and here we have Arcee being an idiot. Going against Optimus’s orders, fighting Airachnid and doing a scrap job at it.

08:01 - *falls over* *dies* Optimusssssss yessss

08:05 - unlike Arcee, Airachnid listens to Optimus.

08:13 - this is a parallel to Operation : Breakdown. In Operation : Breakdown, Bulkhead took on Breakdown alone. Optimus hadn’t given instructions, so the decision was made by Bulkhead’s judgement. It was not a good call and Bulkhead got hurt, so Optimus had phrased it ‘Engaging the enemy on your own was foolish, Bulkhead’. In this episode Optimus gave instructions but Arcee didn’t listen. She didn’t get hurt, but the risk had no reward. Airachnid escaped regardless. Because she wasn’t hurt and technically did delay Airachnid, Optimus wouldn’t have been as harsh but is obviously still upset.

Operation: Breakdown

Partners

08:29 - I’m so done with Airachnid and Arcee’s rivalry. I will forever repeat this. They have one of the worst rivalries in the show. Arcee has a reason to be mad at Airachnid, but Airachnid has no reason to be mad at Arcee. They don’t have respect for each other and they can’t manage to put aside their differences for anything.

08:35 - Hoooo mama… His voice has me shaking fr fr.

08:45 - This shot lives in my head rent free

09:27 - For everyone who wants to right a fic about TFP Starscream swapping sides, I recommend using this moment as the point where your fic should start. + Although Starscream’s logic seems flawless, the Autobots are just as in the right to not accept him in/do it with much skepticism.

09:35 - This gives off ‘when the adults are talking’ vibes.

09:39 - ‘When you have to sit at the kids table, but you realise that the 12 year-old is more mature than you’

09:51 - there’s something so perfect about this conversation and Arcee’s beliefs specifically.

10:14 - Kinda forgot she existed for a bit.

10:34 - I’m just gonna.. lie down for a minute.. He’s so cuteeeee.

11:04 - MMM MMMM BEAUTIFUL. When the leader has genuinely good moral coding✨

11:10 - Damn do I love Optimus.

11:16 - The nickname, the drag, the everything. I laughed for a full minute.

11:46 - there are a lot of parallels between this and Operation: Breakdown.

13:37 - Oh do I love a proper fight scene.

12:41 - Bulkhead getting caught first makes sense. The hardest to fight hand to hand, but also the least agile. Naturally Airachnid would get rid of him first.

13:09 - He sounds a bit like Scar talking to baby Simba.

13:15 - you can see Arcee’s conflicting emotions. She hates Airachnid, but she also hates Starscream. Then there’s that little bit of delight in Starscream’s misery (and a part of me wants to say feminism)

13:32 - to quote Miko from Masters and Students.. ‘whoopsie’

13:49 - Kinda glad that she worked it out so quickly.

14:37 - he’s not even looking in the right place

15:23 - oh damn.

15:33 - MMM YES. THE GOOD FIGHT.

15:51 - he ran over to his father ;0; though the smarter move would’ve been to stay apart.

15:52 - then he just stares at a rock-

16:04 - then there was one.

16:08 - No! Go back to the good fight.

16:32 - *clears throat* Arcee’s an idiot. She’s fighting in revenge and anger. Her judgement’s clouded already. Decepticons get their advantages by getting into the heads of autobots. They’re more likely to win the more clouded and chaotic their opponent’s mind is.

16:35 - and now we have the opposite side of the coin.

16:43 - Airachnid’s trying to get into Bee’s head. Exactly what Starscream was doing. If she gets into his head, Bee’s hiding and fighting will be worse. Once he gets hit the autobots will loose. Airachnid cannot win in combat against Bumblebee. They both know that. What she also knows is that, unlike with all her fights with Arcee, Bee isn’t fighting for a personal gain, he’s fighting for a cause. If he was fighting with his emotions, he’d be aiming for her to loose, but because he’s fighting for a cause his goal is to win. (It’s trying to kill someone vs trying to stay safe. One has a higher chance of succeeding than the other)

16:58 - 1. HAH. SO THEY CAN SEE HIM! 2. She knows she’s found a weak point because Bee revealed himself slightly. She made an impact on his thinking as his emotions became slightly involved at the prospect of Bulkhead and Optimus being in danger.

17:17 - As much as her confidence is expected, if she didn’t believe she had gotten into his head, I bet she would’ve been more cautious to provoke Bee. Thinking that she is in his head is why she’s continuing to taunt him.

17:40 - in actuality she didn’t get into his head. Rather she got into her own. She became sloppy and less aware of her surroundings.

17:54 - Bee was still fighting for a cause, rather than with his emotions. By Bee not being effected by decepticon mindgames, Airachnid fell victim to her own tactics and lost.

18:05 - She had no advantage physically, mentally, nor emotionally. Bee had the complete upper hand.

18:06 - Now we have the opposite. Arcee’s fighting with her emotions while Starscream’s fighting to win.

18:12 - Starscream’s got nothing to lose, while Arcee was acting out of rage.

18:18 - exactly.

19:11 - Now Arcee absolutely could win and that we be thanks to fighting with her emotions. I agree 100% by that idea except-

19:13 - for the fact that her emotions got in the way once again.

19:14 - Bee, my sweet baby child, is another variable in Arcee’s emotional charge. Arcee fought for Cliff, fell for Cliff, and was about to win for Cliff,

19:17 - but couldn’t bring herself to kill for Cliff. When it was just Starscream’s words and her unbridled rage, Starscream was Cliff’s murderer. When it was just her and the bot that took away Cliff, she would’ve 100% killed him. When she realised it was now her, Starscream, and Bumblebee, another bot that lost someone close, but would never deem that enough to snuff out their spark. That is when she couldn’t kill for Cliff.

19:27 - this is about to give you guys whiplash because of the stuff above but… There’s something so beautiful and smooth about that slide.

19:35 - wtf is up with this shot. It’s so pretty.

19:45 - now we all should be laughing at Airachnid, the con that failed completely. She got in her own way and lost miserably.

19:52 - that’s a little fruity ngl.

20:03 - mmm pretty

20:04 - that was a pun-

20:08 - I totally forgot that Bee was the only one properly functioning… Which one are you taking?

(Red pill- Fic where Bee actually did get hurt during the episode and is just hiding it.(Physical pain).

Blue pill - Fic of the mental toll that dragging two paralysed teammates and another badly injured teammate through the ground bridge can have.(Angst))

20:16 - for a two-wheeler? I’m trying to think what the human version would be. It’s not so much ‘for a girl’.. maybe?

20:26 - If only TFP writers took that advice. *looks at the episodes that have no recovery arcs for certain characters, then looks at the the episodes that have no recovery arc specifically for Bumblebee*

20:42 - *falls over* *dies* *again*

21:13 - now imagine he followed that line up with ‘a little bicth’

- rip/g

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That was Partners.

Honestly I like this episode. It brings out the capabilities of Starscream and Bee, as well as bringing out the worst of Arcee and Airachnid in a much better fashion than before. It shows us what happens when a character has the upper hand in all aspects of a fight vs when the do not. Fighting to win vs fighting to make the other lose.

It’s one of the episodes I think best displays just how bad (as in not well put together) Airachnid and Arcee’s rivalry is, while also putting in a bit more perspective to Airachnid’s side of it. She fights Arcee because she knows she can win. Anyone else and she’s gonna lose. Arcee’s always in over her head and let’s her emotions get in the way.

The episode is a bit of a roller coaster for Starscream, but in the end the conclusion is ‘Starscream’s a manipulator and a really good one too.’ Not because he got into Arcee’s head, but because he managed to convince Optimus that there was hope for him.

Then there’s Bumblebee. Ah~ Sweet little Bumblebee. A bot of few beeps because he gave him nothing to say. He carried his team during the episode. Being the only one to not get hit by the immobiliser, the one that managed to fool Airachnid leading her to turn his back on him, which lead to her defeat and snap Arcee out of his murder daze in time to not kill Starscream (regardless of if he deserved it or not) and to conclude the episode there was not a word or gesture of gratitude from anyone.. really makes your blood doesn’t it?. I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t one of the eps that fuels my angstier fics.

Generally though, I like this episode.

Now like I said at the top please reblog or comment on this with your thoughts on the episode and of my points!

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ur-frndly-neighborhood-memer1 · 1 year

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Why I Love A:TLA part- 1

The characters are awesome

I wanted to remind everyone why we love the characters in Avatar, so that's why I came up with this post. Let it be an appreciation post for our beloved chatacters and remind us why we love them so much. Let's count all the main characters one by one, and note why they're all well-written and interesting characters!

1-) Katara: She's the female main character of the series. She's hardworking, determined and optimistic. She is (arguably) the most powerful waterbender, but her abilities didn't come to her naturally. With a lot of training and hard work, she became the strong waterbender that she is today. Katara is also very kind, polite and compassionate. She has her flaws as a person and as a character, but honestly, it only makes her a more realistic character. But one thing for sure: she's absolutely cool and badass

2-) Toph: As a contrast to feminine Katara, Toph is the absolutely masculine and tomboyish female main character of the series. She comes across as a tough, strong and bold girl. And just like Katara, Toph is also the master of her own element. However, despite her cold and snarky attitude, Toph is far from heartless. She's also a kind person with her own flaws, but at the end, she's ready to do what's right. And of course, she's a total badass

3-) Suki: Despite not being a bender like Katara and Toph, Suki is still a very strong and capable warrior. She can be masculine and always ready to kick some asses like Toph, and also can be feminine and soft like Katara.

4-) Mai: Similar to Suki, Mai is not a bender either. But she's still a deadly fighter. She's capable enough to take down a dozen of firebending guardians on her own. Even though Mai appears to be cold and apathetic, she's still loyal and caring, and her heart is in the right place.

5-) Ty Lee: She's the first person who is known to use chi blocking, and she's a master acrobat too. Unlike Mai, Ty Lee is sweet and nice, but that doesn't make her any less dangerous in fights. She's (arguably) the most capable warrior in hand-to-hand combat.

6-) Azula: Intelligent and calculating, Azula is a perfect villain and the main female antagonist of the series. She's a firebending prodigy and a deadly warrior. And she's just as ruthless as her father, not any less softer just because she's a girl. Azula may be evil, but she's far from being a shallow character. Which is why she's always been a complex character.

7-) Zuko: He may not be a natural prodigy like his sister, but Zuko is still a very strong firebender with a very strong will. He never gives up and always stands up for what he thinks is right. Not all his decisions were good, but he still works hard to improve himself. At the end, Zuko does his best to do the right thing. And in a metaphorical way, his character is (arguably) the most interesting one of the series because it tells you a lot: to always keep trying even though it's hard, life might not what you expect it to be but there's always hope... This is why he is a brilliant character who has the best redemption arc ever

8-) Uncle Iroh: The tea-loving and fatherly uncle that we all love! Iroh is wise, kind, loving... But also an extremely powerful firebender! He indeed had bad actions. But he realized his mistakes and now trying to do anything to bring peace and balance. This man is the brilliant mentor figure that we all admire!

9-) Ozai: Unlike his kind and funny brother, Ozai is the cutthroat and cruel main antagonist of the series, similar to his daughter. He is an evil person, but it doesn't change the fact that he is still one of the most powerful firebenders that ever lived!

10-) Aang: The kind, polite and friendly male protagonist of the series. He might be goofy, but he is far from being stupid. He is smart and strong, and a real badass in fights, especially when he enters the Avatar state! Aang is one of the strongest Avatars who ever lived, but he didn't choose this responsiblity in the first place. However, he accepted it and now ready to do anything to restore the balance

11-) Sokka: He is the brains of the Team Avatar, or The Gaang as he calls it. Sokka is not a bender like his friends, but still a good fighter and he is the one who comes up with plans. He is also a pure comedy material. That's why it's always so fun to watch him!

#Sokka #Toph #Aang #Suki #Mai #Katara #Ty Lee #Iroh #Ozai #Azula #Avatar The Last Airbender #avatar #Atla #Let's just remember why we love them sm #They're all badass af and I luv it #avatar the last airbender

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mars-and-the-theoi · 1 year

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Day 2 of Deity Devotion Challenge: ⚡️Zeus⚡️

Question: Who reached out to who? When did you first make contact with your deity? Now this is a fun, and mildly lengthy, story. So. Here’s goes it; so to kind of put things in perspective first I’d already been a helpol for a few years by this point but at the time but at the time the only deity I had (and was) worshiping was Apollon. Anyways. It started out with dreams. For like a month straight I would have dreams with Him in them. At first I didn’t know who it was but then one day I woke up and just…knew. If that makes sense. But I thought it was some strange fluke or that I was reading too much into it so I brushed it off. But the dreams with Him persisted (Hera was even in a few of them!).

And even once I kind of realized what was going on I still didn’t make any moves. Because, hey, I will happily admit that I once held the stereotypical view of Him. Like I didn’t always view Him as I do now, and all that. Like that all came with time and as I did proper research and actually got to know Him. So, yeah, part of me was scared and I know some people are also not so kind to those who do worship him, work with him, whatever. And I didn’t want to be bullied or harassed or seen as a bad person or something. So I just continued brushing the dreams off.

Anyways, while the dreams did continue (though it was no longer a nightly occurrence) more things that I knew to be signs and symbols of Zeus started popping up in my life rather unexpectedly. But I’ll list the three most notable things (aka- the things that finally got me to worship Him). The first being the eagle that hopped up in my path as I was walking home from school one day. It was winter time so it was odd for there to be an eagle just…chilling in front of me. And it didn’t appear injured and it had settled in front of me and flew off no problem after a bit and I just kinda thought the whole thing odd because while eagle nests weren’t uncommon in my area it was still too early for them to be nesting and all that.

The second thing was my sudden excitement surrounding storms. I used to be absolutely petrified of storms (don’t know why, I haven’t had any bad experiences that I remember). But suddenly I was looking forward to spring and the storms and I was watching storm chasing videos and things like that.

And the last thing was a dream I had with Hera. More specifically the conversation I had with Her in that dream and she just put a lot of my fears surrounding Zeus to rest and was basically the last little push I’d needed.

And well, now I’ve been worshiping him for the past three years and it’s been wonderful. And Hera was just…so right in that dream. He’s been nothing short of wonderful and gracious and fatherly and generous and forgiving. I’ve certainly hit some rough patches over the past 3 years but He has always stayed right there for me and I’ve always known that I can always turn to him whenever I need to. He’s just so lovely. I can’t stress it enough.

#I love Zeus so much y’all in case you couldn’t tell #sorry if this post is super long but I love telling this story #and if anyone tries to come at me about the things he did just know: that I’m aware of it and I aknowledge it #like I don’t pretend it doesn’t exist it’s okay #hellenic polytheism #helpol #hellenic pagan #hellenic pantheon #zeus deity #zeus devotee #zeus worship #deity devotion challenge

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h0rr0rsaxo · 1 year

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Okay so after that Cassie fic...I have ideas! So Cassie, Vince, and Anni. Omfg it would be cute! Vince is just the best with kids and I feel like Cass would be pretty much raised by everyone in the manor, but she gravitates to Anni as like her "central parental figure". So Anni is being followed around by Cassie and at first Anni doesn't know what to do with her, and Cass even gets found by THE OPERATOR!!! Anni thought Cass was gonna die, but Slender is just like..."Does this human belong to you?" like he's actually chill about it and even picks Cass up to look at her and maybe mention how he wants to make her a proxy and Anni is like, "FUCK NO!"

But Anni is tired and she falls asleep on the couch and Cass just sits there and watches some cartoon and maybe even plays with Anni's hands or pokes at her freckles, just normal, curious kid stuff. And Vince sees this and melts. Then he takes Cass and maybe colors with her or does something kiddy to make her happy and Anni wakes up and freaks out because Cass isn't there but she finds Cass and Vince in the kitchen, making "breakfast dinner". And Vince looks like a dilf with his apron on, his clean white sleeves rolled up showing off his arms, and he has a little bit of flour on his cheek from making pancakes. Cass is just having fun, and Anni practically melts as she watches Vince being so sweet and fatherly towards Cass.

The rest is up to you! Tysm and continue to spam me when you get more ideas! Also if you have any questions...let me know!

[ Cassie || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: I made it extra long so you could enjoy! And added a little more to what you originally asked for because I thought you might enjoy it.

Word count: 2,644

Anni absolutely didn't know what to do.

Children were certainly not her specialty— so it was honestly such a weird occurrence to just have a child one day just appear into her life— she knew absolutely nothing about children and she never bothered to learn anything about them considering she never expected one to just suddenly waltz into her life. It's been a little over a week since she had found the young, abandoned girl in the cabin, and despite how emotionally unavailable she seemed— she immensely cared about the young child. So she taught Cassie the only thing she knew how to. Shoot.

"This was my first silencer. I rigged it out of the top of a metal baseball bat." She looked up at him, seeing the curiosity on Cassie's childish face. She screwed the makeshift silencer in and tightened it, "And it's yours now. I have a different one."

Cassie took the pistol and studied it, noticing that there wasn't too much more weight to it. Cassie looked back into Anni's eyes and a small smile crossed her liips, "Thanks."

"And I'll take this." Anni pulled her own trusty pistol out of the bag, a silencer already set out on the tip of the barrel. Cassie leaned down and grabbed a small bag off the floor, opening it and moving towards the bag, "What're you doing?"

"Gotta take more ammo." Cassie looked up at her briefly as he stuffed a box of ammo in the backpack. Anni smiled and nodded, standing to her feet and crossing her arms,

"Grab some rope, too."

"For what?"

"You'll see..." Anni smiled and moved past her to a set of shelves on the other side of the room. She pouted at her dwindling supply of Molotov's and homemade bombs, letting out an annoyed sigh as she took a couple. She called Cassie over and she was quick to her side, watching in curiosity as she stuffed a few aerosol bombs into the bag.

"What're those for?"

"You want to have some fun, right?" Anni rigged herself with some warm clothes, zipping up her jacket with her bum arm underneath. She kept her pistol tucked closely in her pocket, pushing herself along with her cane towards the back door. Cassie manned the backpack on her back and the two snuck out through the back door, Anni secretly popping a couple extra hydrocodone in her mouth before leaving.

Anni and Cassie made their way behind the shed, Anni having an easier time making it through the snow than the younger girl. But pursuing on and not wanting to disappoint Cassie, she pressed to the back gate and pulled her spare key out from her jacket pocket. Anni then stopped and stared out behind the house, seeing a few figures scrambling through the snow in the distance. Cassie then took notice of them as well and looked up at her, "This might not be a good idea. If we become overwhelmed you're not going to be able to defend yourself."

"Then I'll leave the defending to you." Anni looked down at Cassie and smiled, "My life is in your hands."

"But I... I won't be able to do that."

Cassie hesitated, but followed through the gate. She heard the click of it shut and the key lock it behind her, knowing there was no turning back. She sucked in a deep breath and nodded her head to herself, gripping her hand tightly around the handle of her pistol. She wanted to make himself better and be able to defend herself so she didn't end up like her parents. Her gaze moved over her shoulder as she looked at Anni out from under her hat, "I'll go first." She moved through the foot of snow, knocking down the wall of powder to make it easier for Anni to walk through. Anni followed closely behind Cassie, keeping her eye out for any demons that were nearby. Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she continued her way through the path that Cassie carved, noticing that they were getting further and further away from the house; just what they needed.

Cassie halted when a demon slinked out from behind a tree, both her hands raising the pistol up in front of him. She closed an eye and looked down the sights, keeping her hands steady in order to take it down all in one shot. With the pull of the trigger, the silenced bullet escaped the chamber and shot out, completely missing the demon by inches. Cassie let out a dry gasp and aimed once again, but Anni gripped her shoulder tight, "Don't kill it." Cassie looked up at her from over his shoulder and she met her gaze, "I have an idea... get that rope out of the backpack."

Cassie gave her a questioning look, but ultimately swung the backpack off her shoulder and tore it open. The two backed away from the slow demon that approached, Anni tearing the rope from Cassie's hands and marching forward with her limp, "What're you doing!?" She shouted as Anni approached the demon, its nasty snarls echoing through the snowy forest around them.

Anni shoved the tip of her gun against the demon's chest, knocking it back a few steps. She took another step forward and repeated, slamming it back a few more feet. Finally, Anni rammed the gun against the demon's chest one last time, watching it knock back against a tree. Anni quickly extended the rope out and wrapped it around the demon's stomach, pulling both the sides of the rope with her good hand and securing the demon to the tree. She quickly zipped open her jacket, and with the help of her hand, she tied a tight knot in the thick rope. Her legs trudged back towards Cassie and she stared at her curiously, her eyes flicking back to the demon. It reached out towards them and its legs dug into the ground in attempts to get away from the thick rope.

"There. Now you have yourself a target." Anni nodded and zipped her jacket back up as a cold breeze descended upon them, "You shouldn't have a problem with twenty feet. It's the perfect distance."

"It's kind of moving a lot..." Cassie said as she watched the demon thrash about in the snow. Anni sighed,

"Well... if you can't hit it from this distance, as he's moving about like that, there's no way you'll be able to hit it at all." Anni looked down at her and placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort, "We've got plenty of bullets and take your time... not like we have anywhere to be or anything."

"Alright..." Cassie nodded her head and took a couple steps forward, the long silencer of her pistol tapped nervously on her leg. She finally lifted it and gripped it in both her hands, closing her eyes to get a better aim. She saw the demon's head in her sights and took a deep breath, pulling the trigger and feeling the recoil of the heavy gun kick in her hands. She frowned when the demon continued to thrash about; the bullet had missed its target yet again.

"Take your time, I said." Anni voiced behind her and Cassie raised her pistol again, staring at the demon. She left out an annoyed huff and closed her eyes, the sights following the demon's head every time it moved. With the pull of the trigger again, she watched a splatter of blood squirt across the tree's trunk and drip onto the snow. A light smile crossed her face as she saw the bullet's entry point in the demon's neck, knowing she was close. "Good job. Now this time, try and get it."

Cassie had missed a few more times, her annoyance skyrocketing and making her more irritated by every second. She dropped her pistol to her side and let out a huff, Anni hearing it and kneeling up next to her. He shook her head, "I hate this. I can't hit the thing."

"Yes you can. You're just giving up too easily."

"It's not as easy as it looks." Cassie looked up at her, a clear pout strung up on her face. Anni rested her body and slipped out her own silenced pistol, staring out at a demon approaching them closer with each step. Cassie watched her pull up her pistol while taking quick aim, her finger yanking back the trigger with utter quickness. The slide cocked in sync with the gun in her hand and she saw the demon in the distance crash to the ground, a swell of snow bouncing upon its impact.

"It's not hard... you just have to practice." Anni looked back down at her and slid her pistol back into her pocket casually. Cassie dropped her eyes to the ground and eventually looked back at the demon staring back at her ruefully, "Now do it again." She heard Anni's soft voice say with patience, Cassie letting out a calming sigh and turning to face the demon fully.

The pistol barrel stared at the demon with a determined eye of Cassie's staring back down the sights. Taking a deep breath, the preteen let it out slowly and concentrated all her senses on one thing: taking out the restrained demon. It yanked and shoved against the tight rope, sneering at Cassie with antagonizing intent, its wet hair clingy to its face as it swayed. Anni watched Cassie's hand slowly moving along with the demon's head, her eye keeping the kill-spot closely in his sights. The soft snipe of her silenced pistol clicked through the air and Anni's eyes immediately fell on the demon, seeing its head dip over its chest and its legs give out from under it. With a smile, Anni laughed and nodded, tossing her hand on Cassie's shoulder while shaking it, "Good job, kid. Good job!"

Cassie cheers a little, hopping up and down as she celebrates her small victory. In the midst of her mini-celebration, she spots a young boy— seemingly somebody that is her age. Her eyes widened slightly, dropping her pistol as she spaced out slightly from what Anni was saying. As she paced toward the lone demon boy playing with his little figurine.

Before she can speak to him, his eyes thin themselves into slits as he narrows his eyes, "Girls have cooties."

"Hey! That's rude!" Cassie crossed her arms, "I do NOT have cooties."

"Liar, all girls have cooties." Spooked, the embarrassed 4-year-old kept his eyes glued onto his half-finished snowman before he was greeted by the young girl inching up to him with her cheeks angrily puffed out.

"Well, boys are smelly. And dumb!" The boy's gaze immediately dropped as he began furiously shoving mounds of snow into plastic molds to get his mind off things; he needed a break so that he wouldn’t get too annoyed with this girl. Before Cassie could even ask his name, the young demon boy escaped— before she started to chase after him. They ran and chased each other around, until Hunter skillfully managed to sneak into the operator's office to hide from the young girl, but she had been right behind him.

— . — . —

Anni was exhausted.

She hadn’t felt like completing one of the operator's eccentric missions, she was already tuckered out taking care of a singular child— especially since she couldn't seem to find Cassie at the moment. Anni sighed, she took a hold of the large doorknob once again and gave it a turn to let herself in, even if she didn't want to complete any task at the moment.

"Girls go to Jupiter to get more stupider!"

"Boys go to Saturn to get more fatter!"

Anni's brows furrowed at the scene before her, two little kids yelling at each other on top of the operator's desk— throwing little objects at each other. Fear riddled her system for a moment, but she noticed the operator hadn't seemed frustrated. In fact, he seemed awfully amused. He interrupted their little banter as he gently wrapped one of his tendrils around the girl, lifting her up slightly, "Does this human belong to you?" He questioned telepathically, as Cassie smiled at the presence of Anni.

"Yes— well, uhm, not exactly— I found her on one of my missions, and I haven't figured out what to do with her, so I guess?" Anni's hand wandered to the back of her neck, softly rubbing it in confusion as she shrugged slightly. It was clear she wasn't quite sure how to answer the question, or exactly pinpoint the reason for why he wanted the answer to it. The operator silently peered at her as Hunter hopped onto his shoulder, his tail flickering at the irritating presence of Cassie.

"Wonderful. I have already arranged for Hunter to be trained, and I'd like to make her a proxy as well."

"FUCK NO—"

— . — . —

Anni could feel the pressure building inside of him. Her muscles are tense, her eyebrows furrowed until they ached, her neck carried the weight of a long week. Even if she was one of the most important proxies, it meant nothing if he couldn’t protect herself from the perils of administrative work and the young child she currently had the responsibility 9f taking care of. Her eyes remain shit, even as Cassie giggles and pokes at the pretty little freckles scattered alongside her face.

Lids nearly shield Vince's amused amber eyes from the light of the ceiling fan and he lets out a small breath of amusement as he leans down against Anni. His fingers brush back wintery locks as he pushes back loose strands with a touch so delicate it seemed like he could break her with even an ounce more of force, "C'mon, Cass, you can hangout with her later when she isn't asleep." Cassie quickly hopped into Vince's arms as he pressed a chaste kiss against Anni's forehead.

That night, as soon as she woke up, even before opening her eyes, Anni tried to hug the kid that had sat by her side. A grunt escaped her lips once she noticed the couch was empty. She groaned in protest, softly kicking the couch as she did so. A few seconds later, the smell of vanilla filled her senses, and she finally opened your eyes. Coloring books and crayons were laying scattered on the floor and now that she realized it, there was noise coming from the kitchen. The first steps towards the kitchen, and she realized how intense that undeniable smell of delicious breakfast had smelled— though she was confused on why anyone would cook breakfast at night.

Anni walked to the kitchen and even if she knew she would find Vince there, seeing him wearing a red apron, his button up shirt with slick rolled up sleeves. The little smudge of flour on his face was adorable and Anni was tempted to smudge it off herself. He was focused on flipping a pancake, and continually giving Cassie more pancakes to eat. So he didn’t notice how she lingered in the kitchen, her confused expression quickly melted as she smiled.

“A photo will last longer,” Vince smirked, his eyes still fixed on the kitchen as he poured more batter on the pan. She smiled at him.

“What's all this?”

“Cass was hungry, and I just cooked up a lil somethin', no big deal.”

“God, you're such a dilf.” Anni teased, walking to him and pressing a kiss on his shoulder. Her arms wrapped his waist tenderly.

“I'm a— what?,” Vince's expression twisted into confusion, earning a soft smack on his back.

“Red suits you,” Anni complimented him, changing subjects. He smirked and turned his head, only then noticing that she pressed a chaste kiss against his shoulder once again— earning a little blush from him.

#hunter and cassie lmao theyre adorable #simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #anni and vince hours #cassie hours #vince being a dilf

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moonlighttfoxx · 2 years

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Unmasked: Prologue

Summary: Being a philanthropist is hard. Even harder when you have a big secret to hide. Let’s add a pinch of desire and a big dose of lust to that. The Batman may be good at solving riddles, but how good is Bruce Wayne at solving the mystery behind his feelings?

Story type: Series

Pairings: Battinson x OC

A/N: It’s still a WIP. I haven’t worked out all the details yet.

All comments/asks(even the negative ones) are welcome. I’ll try to post regularly. Keep in mind that I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes that might occur in the story. :)

P.S. No spoilers of The Batman.

P.P.S. I know the very first chapter is kind of boring but it will get spicy soon.

Warnings: Language, smut, adult content, 18+

Y/N’s POV:

You sighed taking a huge sip of your tea. This was nice, you guessed. If there was a silver lining in your situation, staying at a billionaire’s mansion was definitely it. You couldn’t lie: it was weird. And you felt a little nervous. You definitely were an inconvenience, you had no doubt. Not that you had a reason to think that. They were all nice to you.

Alfred was an absolute delight. He was like the fatherly figure you’d been missing dearly in your life for almost a decade now.

‘What a strange thought’ you thought. You had been staying there for two days and you were already comparing Alfred to a dad. ‘Get a grip on yourself!’

You hoped he was sincere though. You believed he was. He had already reassured you more than 3 times that you weren’t a bother. Not at all. Not even for ‘Master Wayne’. You weren’t sure about that last part though. Bruce Wayne hadn’t said anything explicitly but you could tell by his facial expression that he was uncomfortable around you. He appeared cold and unwelcoming. Not that you had spent that much time around him. He was almost never around and when he was, he barely spoke to you. You couldn’t really decide what he was like. You knew one thing for sure though: Bruce Wayne was a mystery.

Bruce’s POV:

That was torture. Pure torture. And Bruce blamed no other but Alfred for it. It was ALL his fault.

Alfred and his idea that the Wayne family has to keep up the philanthropy image and all. As if Bruce’s night activities weren’t focused exactly on that. He was thankful to Alfred for all he did and had done for him and his family but this was too much and completely unnecessary. Bruce didn’t care at the time when his butler had asked him but now he saw it as a problem. A big one at that.

Alfred, having worked for MI6 and everything, had this very close former MI6 colleague and current cop (the colleague in question had decided to change careers for some reason) in Metropolis who called him for a case. He’d had this witness who needed protection till they found more evidence for the trial and till they actually caught the man who did the crime. That’s why he had asked if Alfred could offer a safe place where they could provide the witness protection. Now, Alfred saw this as an opportunity: on one hand, to help his friend and to build up the Wayne image more, on the other. Especially since Bruce didn’t care much about it.

So, there they were. Providing protection for the witness. The more Bruce thought about it, the more flaws he found in Alfred’s idea. It was great on paper. But what about Bruce’s secret life? What about the Batman? It was too risky for a stranger to be walking around a house full of deadly equipment. And when that stranger was Y/N it was even riskier.

Bruce sighed loudly and ran his hands through his hair.

“Is everything okay, Master Wayne?” Alfred’s voice echoed somewhere in the background. Bruce’s eyes’ found the butler’s and he nodded.

‘Yes, everything’s okay’ he confirmed. ‘I’m just starting to think this was a bad idea’

‘What was?’

‘Y/N’s stay here. It’s too risky.’

Alfred raised an eyebrow.

‘She knows your headquarters are off limits. I believe she’ll respect your privacy.’ The butler said. ‘She seems like a nice girl and I like her. Maybe you should try to be nice to her. You could use a friend your own age. Or more’

‘I don’t think so’ another loud sigh escaped Bruce’s mouth. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Alfred. ‘I’m gonna grab something to eat’

Walking in the kitchen and hoping for solitude, Bruce was more than disappointed to find Y/N there. Not that he didn’t like her or anything; just this was all new to him. He wasn’t used to a stranger roaming around his home. She was annoying him. Her presence itself in the same room as him was annoying him. What irritated him the most; however, were those glowing eyes of hers and her heavenly smell. He could smell the scent whenever she was near. Ocean. And something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

It didn’t matter though. Because he didn’t care. Not one bit.

He sighed. Quietly this time.

‘Hey’ he whispered.

Y/N jumped on her seat, clearly startled. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him, nor had she expected his presence.

‘Oh, Mr. Wayne, I didn’t hear you’

‘I’m sorry I startled you’ Bruce said quietly.

‘No need to apologize. I’m a little jumpy these days’ she answered and smiled. Damn it! Her smile was infuriating as well.

‘It’s normal I guess. After everything you’ve been through’

She nodded silently and looked down at her tea.

Bruce took the opportunity to study her closer. He hadn’t allowed himself to stare at her too long till that moment. However, he found himself fascinated by how perfect the features on her face were. Her long hair that was falling down in heavy auburn waves seemed to only bring out the delicate lines forming her face. Bruce noticed her lips pursed in a tight line but even then they appeared plump and juicy. So kissable. For a moment he cursed himself for that last thought.

He kept staring at her face, even more so when she looked up and pierced him with those deep beautiful eyes of hers.

She cleared her throat; maybe she was uncomfortable under his assessing intense look.

‘I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’m most grateful for your hospitality. Thank you, Mr Wayne’ she stated. ‘I know I must be an awful inconvenience for you. I will try to stay out of your way’

‘It’s my pleasure to have you here’ Bruce replied with an even voice. His composed personality was definitely preventing him from sounding sincere, he guessed, although he was saying all the right words. All the right words he didn’t mean. She WAS an inconvenience: a beautiful one. And that was so much worse. ‘Do you have any plans for your stay?’

Y/N thought for a moment. Her face lighted up for a second.

‘I thought I could take a sightseeing tour around the city later today. And one of these days I might see a friend from Metropolis. He might be visiting.’

So, there was a ‘he’. Hmm. Of course there would be a he. Bruce had no doubt she was a desirable woman. For some reason, unknown to him, that last part made him frown.

‘Do you think that’s wise? I don’t think anyone from Metropolis is supposed to know you are here’ he said, putting an effort to sound unfazed and unbothered by the aforementioned realization.

‘Oh, Clark’s not like that. He’s someone I can trust. I know that’ she smiled as she mentioned his name. Bruce felt a pitch of something unrecognizable twisting his stomach. He had no idea where it came from but he knew he didn’t like it one bit. ‘Now, Mr Wayne, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready’

#battinson x you #battinson x reader #battinson smut #battinson #battinsonseries

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julietandcinderella-if · 2 years

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Unrelated ask with the story I guess,but could you please tell us some facts about Adam's family dynamics? What about his relationship with his marriage partner?

Adam met Eris (his now wife) while he was still a general and years before he fought the undergoing rebellion at the time. Eris was part of a low class clan as the matriarch Lady Holloway. Adam was absolutely smitten with her, head over heels, while Eris avoided him like the plague. "He makes my cheeks heat up for some reason," said the Lady in denial.

They officially started dating when Adam came to her home and asked if he can court her, flowers in hand and gifts behind him. Man is still wearing his general attire and completely flustered and stammering as he asked. Eris, amused by the general's flusteredness, said yes.

They got married after two years of courting.

Persephone was born a few months after and both Eris and Adam spoiled the hell out of their daughter.

Eris was already pregnant with Erebus when Adam had to leave to fight the rebellion.

He came back two years later heavily injured Erebus already born, and a few weeks before Persephone's 5th birthday.

Adam and Eris are very close with each other, very romantic and would die for one another. They love each other fiercely and can be intimate in private, public appearances just make them look cold to each other because of how formal they both need to be. They both see each other as equals, and would often try to talk things out when they get into an argument.

Persephone's always been a spoiled little girl, showered by all the love and affection her parents gave her. She loves them both dearly, and always out on a hunt for their attention. Persephone didn't like Erebus at first when he was born, glaring at him from up ontop of his crib, but now she loves him a bunch. She wants to carry him like how her mama and papa would, but she isn't allowed, much to her annoyance.

Erebus is something. He's always seen carried around in his mama's arms, or running after his big sister. He isn't that close with his papa, and would often cry at the sight of him, but he's slowly getting used to getting that fatherly affection. Very clingy with Eris, and would cry if he were to be put down when he doesn't want to. A bit of a babbler, always babbling about things to his mama and sister, but very quiet with Adam.

#Character ask #curious anon #Adam #Eris #Erebus #Persephone

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hes-writer · 3 years

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Confessions: A ‘Favourite’ Extra

Summary: beatrice graduates and dad!harry is not invited

Warnings: angst!

Word Count: 3305 words

A/N: this is part of the ‘Favourite’ universe :D this scene takes place sometime between the first and second part! please read them before reading this.

Part One | Part Two

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Graduation.

Through Beatrice’s 18-years of living, she did not think that the celebration of liberation would be so sour. The day started off like any normal day. That is, except, she did not have to deliberately avoid the areas of the house that her dad, Harry, was in. It was strange that she had to feel uncomfortable in her own home.

For this special event, Beatrice had initially bought only three tickets for Ruby, Caleb and her mum, Y/N. Her dad had a packed schedule of promoting his newest album anyway so Beatrice thought that it wouldn’t even matter. She didn’t think he would want to come anyway. If Beatrice knew anything about her father is that he never really cared much about what went on in her life.

Beatrice supposes that it was okay. She had a whole lifetime to get used to it. A full lifestyle living on the edge because she didn’t know when her dad would clap-back with an insult for no reason. However, it didn’t mean that the spike in pain hurt any less. Don’t get her wrong; she was grateful for Y/N being around and involved. But Beatrice sometimes wondered how it would feel like to be wrapped in a fatherly embrace or be guided with wisdom and courage.

She really couldn’t remember the last time Harry did anything that made Beatrice feel like his daughter. Aside from the family photos they took on during the holidays or when celebrating whatever work achievement he managed to snag--that was the only time where Beatrice would feel Harry’s hand resting on her shoulder.

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“Can I get one?” Ruby asked, tugging on the coloured strings of Beatrice’s cap. Her small body was being held by her older sister while Y/N took photos of the three siblings.

“Caleb, put your phone away please,” Y/N requested, shaking her head at the way the young boy groaned. Nonetheless, he followed the instruction.

"You’re lucky I love you or I would not have shown up,” Caleb grumbled, offering a sweet smile afterwards to suggest that he was joking. The three siblings posed for the camera, Beatrice trying hard not to let Ruby tilt her square cap.

Between a plastered smile, Beatrice replied, “Probably why dad isn’t here,”

Caleb widened his eyes significantly. Though, it seemed conspicuous to Y/N who was busy figuring out how to brighten the screen.

“That’s not true, sissy. He’s just busy,”

Beatrice chuckled, shrugging off the comforting hand of her younger brother, “Always busy but never when one of you have something going on,”

“It’s just a coincidence,”

“Yeah, sure,”

Caleb frowned at her response, focusing her attention on Ruby’s babbles. He almost spilled the surprise that their dad was going to watch Beatrice cross the stage. Caleb knew how his sisters felt about Harry and he hoped that his appearance would help patch things up between them.

Caleb walked over to Y/N, “Are you sure that Dad’s coming?”

Y/N nodded, “Yes, he said he’s looking for parking now,”

Caleb bit his lip nervously, “Do you think she’ll be surprised?”

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“Graduate with honours, Beatrice Y/LN,”

Applause filled the venue as Beatrice walked up the steep steps of the stage. A shy smile was placed on her lips when she caught sight of the projector screen showcasing her achievements for her senior year.

In the audience, both Harry and Y/N were confused as to why Beatrice used her mother's name to be announced. The cinch in Y/N’s brow smoothed out when the principal continued speaking. Harry, however, couldn’t help the questioning frown.

“Top Chemistry. Top Biology. Overall Best Science Student. Gold Volunteer Badge. Level 4 Music Theory. Beatrice has been excelling both academically and musically while serving the community,”

Beatrice squinted at the bright lights, placing her diploma and speech on the podium. She had never been good at public speaking. However, her announced name gave Beatrice newfound confidence. It’s just her. All her achievements wouldn’t be credited to her father just because he was Harry Styles.

“Hi, uh,” She cleared her throat, “I’m Beatrice Y/LN and I’m very honoured to be standing in front of you today,”

Her speech was short and to the point; thanking her fellow classmates even though there were very few to thank personally. There were a few jokes in between and some nostalgic memories about various school events throughout the year. Beatrice mentioned remarks to her teachers who helped her achieve high grades. Lastly, she thanked her family for supporting her

“I’d like to thank my family. My brother, Caleb. My sister, Ruby and my Mum. You guys have been so wonderful to me and I hope that I made you proud,”

Y/N was tearing up with a hand clasped over her mouth. She could not believe that her oldest daughter was off to university in a few weeks. Beatrice’s work ethic was unmatched and it showed in her getting the recognition that she deserved.

There was a pregnant pause before applause filled the space again. Despite switching her name last minute, everyone in her school knew that Beatrice was a Styles kid. They were probably waiting for her to mention him in her speech. But Beatrice felt no need to mention the man that had done nothing for her. He wasn’t even here.

“Thank you and congratulations, everyone!”

Harry slumped lower in his seat. He could feel Y/N’s worried eyes and Caleb’s observant gaze inspecting his face.

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Beatrice stood beside her family, watching Harry a few metres away who was currently busy attending to the fans that recognized him. Even with his graying hair, many parents greeted him with a reminiscing statement about how they ‘saw him in concert back in the day’, to which he would chuckle at and proceed to converse for a few minutes until their child--Beatrice’s age--tugged them away.

All that Beatrice wanted to do was to get home and interact with her online friends. She had mentioned that she was graduating today and they were all very proud of her. Beatrice would rather take the peace and quiet of her own room than a bustling party.

“You’re invited,” Emma, a popular girl, stated while handing her a piece of paper with all the details of the party. Beatrice mumbled a hushed ‘thanks’, despite knowing that she wouldn’t even attend it in the first place.

“Are you going, Tris?” Y/N asked, holding Ruby’s hand so the youngest child would not get lost in the crowd.

Beatrice shook her head ‘no’, explaining that there was no point.

“I don’t know anyone there anyway,”

She was kind of a loner, but Beatrice was happier by herself anyways. “Besides, I don’t think dad will agree. It’s way past curfew,”

Y/N nodded in understanding. The curfew set for their eldest child was at nine in the evening. Y/N was sure that Harry would be lenient to let Beatrice go; it was her graduation after all. Sooner or later, Beatrice would be leaving for university.

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Beatrice should be grateful. She should be happy, yet somehow those emotions were non-existent to her brain right now. She should be smiling, eyes brimming with tears because her dad actually cared to throw a party for her. But all she could feel right now was a pure disappointment and agonizing anger because Beatrice knows that he was trying to make up for years of mistreatment.

At this moment, the rowdiness of the party only proved that Harry really did not know anything about Beatrice. She did not know over half the people here, aside from the few relatives they see during the holidays; her grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles. The rest were recognizable from Harry’s industry. Beatrice swore she saw Lizzo sipping a cup of liquor in their kitchen.

Aside from the initial greeting of ‘congratulations’, paired with the large banister taped on the foyer of the house, this party wasn’t much of a celebration based on Beatrice’s milestone in life. If anything, it looked like a regular get together for celebrities and industry people. Frankly, she had no interest in interacting with them. As rude as it may sound, the swirling turmoil of emotions beginning from her stomach made Beatrice push past the packed crowd with a tight-lipped smile in order to get to her room.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe, especially knowing that these people in her house absolutely adored Harry. They saw him as a family man, loved and appreciated by his kids. It wasn’t a complete lie, per se. Beatrice just didn’t have much experience to confirm that he was, in fact, a lovable and caring person.

If she had to put a finger on it, Beatrice was feeling utter disgust. She was disgusted because Harry was the perfect person in their eyes when everything he had shown her was that she was someone that didn’t deserve any of his attention. It felt like this was a celebration of her dad’s façade--he was not actually proud of her. He was just making it seem like he is so he wouldn’t be perceived as the dead-beat dad.

A knock at her door sounded. It was almost as if Beatrice could sense her dad’s presence without turning around to look at who just entered the privacy of her room.

“Tris?” Harry whispered, hesitating on mumbling the nickname. He had never done it willingly before, much less not as bitter as the previous times.

Beatrice swore that she could practically see the venom slithering on his tongue every time he said her name. But maybe that was just her skewed perception.

The chair that she was sitting on creaked as she shifted her weight, leaning her elbows on her desk.

“Why did you even throw a party, dad?”

It was merely a genuine question that held so many underlying meanings. Why now? Why not earlier when there was still hope to fix whatever sort of broken and fucked up relationship they had with each other?

Harry fully stepped into the room, observing the walls decorated with art and artists whom he recognized were his friends. He didn’t realize that she was a fan of Florence Pugh.

He cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth, “I wanted to celebrate your graduation,”

Beatrice internally rolled her eyes, “Did you really? Because you haven’t been there when I needed your help with my homework or assignments or anything. Now, suddenly you want to act like you were a big part of how I achieved my accomplishments?”

It was a sour realization. It was accurate that Harry refused to help her with schoolwork. He swore that he was busy looking over new options for his upcoming projects. Retrospectively, he might have subconsciously spewed out excuses so that he wouldn’t be able to help his dear daughter.

Beatrice sighed, flattening the balls of her palms against the edge of the sleek wood, pushing the rolling wheels of the chair back. She stood up.

“Just admit it. You threw the party because you felt guilty and you think that somehow, everything will magically be okay between us?” Beatrice shot him a questioning look, chest-puffing when Harry’s lack of words confirmed her theory.

Beatrice propped her feet in the middle of her room, twisting her body so that her back was facing away from the closed-door; from him. She breathed heavily through her nose, lungs rising up and down as she gathered her thoughts.

Unbelievable.

Harry stood with his arms by his sides, staring at his daughter with curious compassion. He did not know what to say, nor did he know how to act because he didn’t take the time to get to know her. He didn’t spend time with Beatrice; nurturing, caring, calming or comforting her because he simply couldn't get over the fact that she was once a person that caused calamity in his life.

“Tris,” Her dad spoke, earning a pinch of her facial expression from the familiarity of the nickname. Yet, it was unfamiliar because Harry used it mundanely.

Beatrice cut him off, “I’ll be leaving for university in a few weeks. You can quit pretending like you care. You say this graduation party is for me but I don’t even know most of the people here!”

The volume of her voice reached a threshold that should warn both of them to keep quiet. However, Beatrice knew that with the hustle and bustle of the celebration going on downstairs—no one would hear her honesty except for her and Harry.

Harry blinked twice, mouth dropping slightly agape. Why did he throw this party? He knew his intentions; he was proud of his daughter. He wanted to show her off to everyone he knew about how intelligent and well-rounded Beatrice was.

The girl continued speaking as if reading Harry’s train of thought.

“This is for you,” She spoke bitterly as if her tongue was left with an odd taste in her mouth. “Showing off a ‘trophy’ daughter who graduated with honours but that doesn’t matter, does it? Nothing I ever do will match what you’ve done.”

The accompanying laugh—albeit, sarcastic— left Harry confused.

“What? No, this is for you. I’m proud of you,” Harry quickly disagreed with Beatrice, gesturing his large hands in a wave to emphasize his words.

She turned around with gentle disbelief; her features were hardened yet Beatrice’s eyes gleamed with hope. She wanted so badly to believe her dad, but his lack of attentiveness to her led Beatrice to roll her eyes at him instead.

“Cut the crap, Dad,”

“Language,” Harry added, pursing his lips when Beatrice scoffed.

“I can’t believe this,” Beatrice muttered, she stared at the ground as if picking out the words to say.

As bad as it sounded, she wanted to hurt her dad the way he did to her. Years of being treated like an unwanted child slowly built up inside of her and Beatrice wanted the pain to end.

“You wanted to be everything so bad that you forgot to be my Dad,”

“I am your dad, Tris,” Harry watched as she walked over to her desk. Fingers cascading the glass picture frame which held a still of their family.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Beatrice turned around, throwing the edged frame on her bed in a fit of anger.

Harry’s brows shot up to his forehead, watching his daughter’s eyes well up with tears.

“You are my dad but you’ve never been one to me! Why is that? Huh?” Beatrice pressed, crossing her arms and digging her fingernails on the skin of her bicep.

“I’m sorry that I took those opportunities away from you. You got movie deals, You had an album coming out. Tours, shows, money—you had everything and I ruined it, didn’t I? As you said, it would’ve been better if I wasn’t born,”

Harry was no stranger to not interrupting someone when they spoke. However, he couldn’t let Beatrice believe the words she spoke.

“Don’t say that! That’s not true,” He stuttered over his words, heart-shattering under the weight of Beatrice’s truthfulness. Sure, he had everything, but it didn’t mean that he was satisfied.

“But you thought about it right? You wondered how different it would be if I wasn’t born at the wrong time. Maybe you would’ve loved me more—like you do Caleb and Ruby,” Beatrice smiled sadly.

She was glad that at least her siblings would not have to experience the searing pain of being unappreciated. They did not deserve to be seen through like a ghost.

“Maybe you would’ve paid more attention to me. Maybe you would have cared that I was hurting every time you showed me nothing but disdain,”

Beatrice used her forearm to wipe away the tears beginning to soak her reddened cheeks. She sighed, plopping down at the foot of her bed, watching Harry look at her with an unreadable emotion on his face.

“You know, It’s not my responsibility to ask why,” Beatrice whispered. Though, she wondered what would have happened if she did question her dad why he looked at her as if she was a burden in his life.

Beatrice’s monologue crescendoed as utter pain cracked her voice every now and then. Her figure slouching as she truly experienced what it was like to let go of the turmoiled affliction soaring through her body.

“I’m your child! You’re the one who’s supposed to be looking out for me. You’re the one who’s supposed to show me what love is supposed to feel like. I’ve always wondered how you’d react if I came home with a boyfriend like all the movies and books talk about. But, all you’ve shown and made me feel was my first heartbreak when you’re supposed to be the one nursing me from it,”

At that point, Harry could not remain the eye contact he shared with his daughter, gazing down at the floorboard in shame.

“You were supposed to scare guys off because I’m your eldest daughter. You’re supposed to protect me from everything that could hurt me, even when it’s irrational because that is what Dads do,”

That same bitter laugh that pierced Harry’s ears earlier echoed again.

“But I guess you never really wanted to become one to begin with. Or maybe just not with me.”

Harry took a few steps back. Her words figuratively churned and twisted his gut. He caught his balance on the doorknob that moved feverishly under his weight. Sure, he didn’t want to be her dad at first. And he had many chances to fix a strained relationship, but he never took them. So really, he had no shield at denying the truth. He was simply a father who failed to be the dad to Beatrice.

“I-I do! I want to be--if you'd let me,” He hated the way his voice became weary.

Despite their differences, Beatrice and Harry both mutually hated the way his tone pinched. The way he had to plead and beg for his daughter’s forgiveness when it seemed to be too late. This could have been avoided if Harry took the chance to become the dad that Beatrice deserved to have. The dad that her siblings--Caleb and Ruby--saw and spent time with while Beatrice watched behind, wondering why she was never treated the way they did.

“For years, I wondered what was wrong with me. I listened to the music that you liked. I asked mum what you enjoyed doing because you never talk to me. I wanted you to see me as a daughter instead of this--this invisible speck that you shrug off your shoulder every time I needed you!” Beatrice cried out, hugging herself for comfort.

The worst part was that she could see Harry’s legs buckle in hesitation to come closer to her or not. He shouldn’t even have to think to comfort his daughter, but he did.

“I wanted you to like me as if I even have to do that in the first place! You’re my dad, don’t you get it? Because I didn’t. I spent so much time being the perfect child in hopes of you giving me an ounce of your attention aside from the face you put on when I walked into the room. Why did you have to treat me this way, huh?”

Tears spilled from her forest-green eyes, identical to Harry’s glazed ones. His mouth parted in retaliation. As if he was plopped in quicksand, Harry had no idea how to defend himself.

“I know that you didn’t want me in the first place but--,” Beatrice sniffled, wiping the salty liquid to her damp temples, “I just wished you treated me like I wasn’t a burden to you,”

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#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #Harry styles fan fic #Harry styles fanfiction

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missvifdor · 3 years

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At the request of @chimamire-no-sakura, MC OC YUU's reaction if she is constantly ill due to the overload of her work Crowley:

Dorm leaders:

Riddle : He would be very concerned. Let the principal ask for help a few times, that's okay. But pass everything on to MC without worrying about the fact that she has to manage school work and that she had to face several Overblots without Crowley pointing the tip of his nose to come and help them and abuse his kindness, that our red head will not be able to take it! Would be able to threaten Crowley to put a collar on him or find a rule that says this kind of behavior is seen as abuse and that he would report it if he didn't stop there!

Leona: Leona is the first to exploit people (* cough * Ruggie * cough *) to do his chores for Him. But unlike, he would never allow himself to make Ruggie work to the point of making him sick, so when you go after his herbivore the lion will roar! Would be able to go find Crowley in his office and threaten to make him disappear with his One Magic. He'll even convince Crowley to let MC have preset schedules so that she can rest and make up for missed hours of sleep with him.

Azul: Poor Crowley, our Octoman already has it in the palm of his hand. So when he sees how much the NRC Principal is exploiting our dear MC, he makes sure the birdman understands his pain. Will have no problem blackmailing him and threatening him to reveal his darkest secrets without forgetting the fact that he is left a student without magic to face Overblots in his place and to make her live in conditions of deplorable life. It would be a shame if the local press learned of these unfortunate events, wouldn't it? He'll make sure Jade and Floyd keep an eye on this birdman. In the meantime, he's going to give MC well-deserved days off and offer her some sweets to "try out what's new on the menu".

Kalim: He's worried to death! It's not right of the Principal to give so much work when MC is completely exhausted and sick! Would ask Jamil for advice and in the meantime take care of MC giving her rest and good food!

Vil: Vil is for hard work, but this is too much! Watch how that pretty face is now covered in dark circles, stressful pimples, those dry cracked lips and sickly complexion! It's absolutely shameful (Not for MC of course. It is for Crowley)! Vil would use his notoriety to manipulate Crowley, threaten to use his popularity to get him fired on the spot (and the Birdman knows full well that a dedicated Fanbase is very effective with petitions and mass reporting). Our Roi des Poisons will then take care of giving MC revitalizing potions and healing so that she can relax and rest, Vil will pamper her like a queen.

Idia: Would be very concerned about the situation! His favorite Waifu is not well and it breaks his heart! Then he remembers that he is a genius and that digging up secrets well hide in the interest and one of his many talents! Idia will certainly start digging up shameful photos of our dear bird man and posting them all over social media. He will also hack teachers' private files and threaten to sink the school if Crowley does not calm down, it would be a shame if the end of year exam papers were revealed to everyone for so little. is this not ? He would then certainly invite MC to come and rest in his room and they would eat lots of junk food while watching animated films.

Malleus: So there ... If the NRC doesn't end up in little ash heaps, Crowley will be lucky! Angry Malleus Draconia is not a pretty scene. Crowley still has enough savvy not to be in the bad graces of one of the most powerful wizards of Twisted Wonderland and what is more, a future king! Our Principal will certainly try to be forgiven from Malleus and MC by offering more pocket money to buy food, some small repairs to Ramshackle here and there and beg MC for mercy. After all, isn't she so nice? Meanwhile, while Crowley renovates Ramshackle and takes care of his own work, Malleus takes care of MC by letting her sleep in Diasomnia's prettiest room, passionately chatting about gargoyles, and improvising a little picnic in a corner of the forest that Malleus particularly appreciates because you can observe the stars perfectly.

The Vice-leaders:

Trey: He activates his "mother hen" mode! MC is no longer allowed to get out of bed until she is perfectly rested and regained her strength! Trey certainly wouldn't see himself threatened by the Principal, but he would take care of MC's work in addition to his own and enlist the help of our duo Adeuce so that MC can recover as soon as possible! He will cook good little meals full of vitamins and maybe soups too. No one is allowed to come and disturb MC while she is asleep and would certainly bring out his authoritarian side if he hears too much noise likely to disturb the young woman's rest.

Ruggie: Ruggie can understand what it's like to be exploited, but he gets something out of it. He's already very busy with Leona and her schoolwork, so he can't help her with that, but he's trying to cheer her up. An example, he shares with her her donuts (which is a great gesture of affection from her) and making her laugh. Sometimes he would drop one of his tasks to make one of MC's in its place and that she could rest. And maybe even let her stroke his hyena ears, it's a win-win combo, isn't it?

Jade: Well, well. The poor little thing here, does she need a little help? Jade would love to be his serving knight. While he distracts her from her extra work to show her her terrariums and slip a few drops of the sleeping potion into her drink to go to bed on the sofa in Azul's office, Jade thinks it would be very beneficial to go visit dear Crowley, it's been a long time since Octavinelle has done business with him. Our dear moray eel is quite up for bringing his dear twin with him, after all the crazier we are the more we laugh, right? Jade can assure you that after this charming, perfectly friendly visit, MC will be relieved of many obligations. Let our dear human rest and when she is well, let's celebrate with a long and exciting hike during which a lovely picnic awaits them at the end of the path. Jade has made her favorite chocolate fondant, it would be silly to waste such a great treat if she isn't fit enough to enjoy it.

Jamil: He's very worried even if he doesn't show it. Due to his own obligations, he cannot help MC but he can convince Kalim to describe a letter to his father to stop the donations that the Al-Asim family makes to the school. Kalim will not notice the "manipulation" and will think that the idea came from him and Jamil will not be in trouble. Once Crowley is bold enough to come to Scarabia to talk about the letter and the gifts, it's Jamil who takes control of the conversation without giving the impression. He convinces the Principal to stop giving unjustified and excess work to MC, in exchange the donations will come back. But this birdman must stop treating MC like his servant. Once the deal is done, Jamil cooks MC's favorite meals and makes sure she gets a good rest. When she gets better, a banquet will be organized to celebrate her recovery.

Rook: Oh Oh! But what happened to that graceful face? It has its charm, of course, but it lacks life and joy! Hmm? Oh, this is the job Crowley is supposed to do but has MC to do it for him? These are not manners, they are sorely lacking in elegance. Well ... The bird hunt is on. Rook is going to chase Crowley so hard and so viciously that our dear Principal will develop paranoia. Birdman nearly had a heart attack when an arrow brushed too close by when he was in the hallway giving MC even more work! And every time Crowley wants to give more work or blackmail him for money and essentials Ramshackle, a new arrow appears. Always closer, always more threatening. Our dear hunter said to himself that it would be nice to take MC to take his mind off things, why not have a barbecue? He will personally take care of the meat. Everyone loves chicken.

Ortho: Has already offered to destroy the school with his self-integrating weapons and threatened to reduce Crowley to ashes with his subatomic cannons. No one destroys the health of their Big Sister without impunity! From the day Wheat Robot Boy stormed into his office, the Principal has avoided the flaming haired child and MC like the plague.

Lilia: He will act like the responsible adult that he is and his fatherly side will immediately come out! Lilia would be able to walk into the Principal's office with the biggest and brightest smile in Twisted Wonderland. He would obviously be accompanied by a few agents from the Child Protection and Aid Service, these people would be delighted to have a little conversation with the bird man and he cannot flee because he is trapped. in his own office. While all these beautiful people are having this lovely conversation, Lilia is going to take MC to Diasomnia and he will make his special recipe for oyster and tomato pancakes, it will surely cheer her up! And surely taking a restorative nap in the company of Silver, that would be a charming picture to watch!

#@chimamire-no-sakura #Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland MC #Twisted Wonderland Yuu #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland imagine #Disney twisted wonderland #Twst #Heatslabyul #Savanaclaw #Octavinelle #Scarabia #Pomefiore #Ignihyde #Diasomnia

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shih-coulda-had-it · 2 years

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Hi! I noticed you had prompts open. I wondered if you could do Torino, Toshinpri, and Dad panic (whether that be Toshi panicking at calling Torino dad or Torino panicking that he is now Toshi’s dad would both be hilarious)

I can ABSOLUTELY do that!

Toshinori calling Gran Torino 'tou-san' for the first time, and him panicking about it, because WHAT IF GRAN TORINO DENIES IT, DENIES HIM--oh. It's fine? They're not gonna talk about it, and Gran Torino's going to tacitly accept this new development? Works for Toshinori. :D | wc: 787

It’s a genuine slip of the tongue. Anyone could have said it! Honestly, even if none of his classmates deserved to catch Gran Torino’s scorn, at least it would’ve set a precedent.

Unfortunately, even though Gran Torino is 3-A’s homeroom teacher, Toshinori is the only one who learns, works, and lives with the man 24/7.

So perhaps it’d been inevitable.

“Give this to Sound-Off,” Gran Torino had said, passing a manila folder into Toshinori’s hands. “Hurry up. Get back before the bell rings, I’m not excusing you in front of Verdigris. And if she tries to hand you those honey-lemon lozenges--”

“I know, tou-san,” Toshinori had said, exasperated and already sprinting for the main complex. His words hadn’t caught to him until he was in the building, and by that point, Toshinori was already determined to forget about it.

Students say it! Not all the time, but students do say it, at least--at least to the parentally-inclined teachers!

(Gran Torino! Is not! A parentally-inclined teacher!)

When he slinks back into the classroom, Gran Torino has been replaced by Verdigris. Verdigris nods at Toshinori’s entrance, and no one appears to have heard Toshinori’s error--at the end of the day, Gran Torino stalks past the science teacher and glares.

Someone squeaks. It’s certainly not Toshinori, who is clamping down every instinct to break the silence.

“Class dismissed,” he says, a whole five minutes ahead of the bell for the end of the school day.

Not daring to be ungrateful for the unexpected mercy, Toshinori’s classmates shove their things in their bags and escape, only saying their goodbyes after passing the threshold. Toshinori, in stark contrast, remains where he is, petrified at the thought of tipping whatever unspoken balance existed between him and Gran Torino.

Torino turns his back on Toshinori so he can start wiping the chalkboard.

Toshinori’s shoulders slump with relief.

He supposes it is kind of nice, to not have to talk about feelings. If oshishou had witnessed the moment--and Toshinori isn’t planning on telling her--then she would have set her jaw, sat them down, and supervise, like, a therapy session. Gran Torino is reliably repressed about this stuff. Toshinori’s beginning to think he has the right idea of it.

The unsettled feeling in his stomach twists into a knot of apprehension, one that Toshinori pokes at gingerly, hesitantly.

Wouldn’t it feel better, he rationalizes, if Gran Torino rejected any perception of being your dad from the get-go? Just rip the band-aid off, Toshinori.

Gran Torino sometimes gives off the impression that he’d rather put Toshinori in a cardboard box and set him down in some forgotten alley. His being Toshinori’s guardian for the next three years is a favor for oshishou; his being Toshinori’s third-year homeroom teacher is also a favor for oshishou. He snarls, grimaces, and gripes about Toshinori’s habits (at home and at work) like they personally offend him.

Toshinori squirms in his seat.

Hardly fatherly behavior, at least from what Toshinori’s picked up from his classmates and the various media. So what really triggered that reflexive ‘tou-san’?

Is it just because Toshinori sees oshishou as a maternal figure, and by sheer presence, Gran Torino has been slotted into a paternal role? Appearance-wise, it makes sense to partner the two. But Toshinori’s capable of critical thinking, he is, so it’s more than that.

It’s: a traditional breakfast being made for two in the early morning hours; halfhearted scolding about the jackets Toshinori leaves scattered around the apartment; being taught to do more than throwing a punch, like cleaning a bathroom and cooking healthy.

It’s because a week ago, Toshinori jerked awake from a nightmare in a cold sweat, having nearly crushed Gran Torino’s hand in his. Gran Torino, tight-lipped and pale, only nodded in acknowledgment of Toshinori’s frantic gulping breaths. He neglected to leave Toshinori’s side until Toshinori fell asleep.

Did teachers do that? Did bosses? Did fathers--?

“Either help clean the room or get changed,” says Gran Torino curtly, knocking chalk dust from the eraser. He does it against the podium so there’s no risk of it wafting upwards.

“Ah, sorry, tou--Torino-sensei,” says Toshinori, stuttering as he leaps to his feet.

Gran Torino grunts. Toshinori is still gratified that they aren’t going to talk about it.

(If only the brat would stop saying it, Sorahiko despairs, trying not to flinch at the latest ‘tou-san’ casually dropped into conversation. Shimura hasn’t caught it yet, but the odds are getting higher, and it’s now a question of when rather than if. He can’t cold-turkey the kid either; how else is Toshinori supposed to get fed nutritionally-balanced meals, wear clean and ironed clothes, and build a mental handbook of how to live as an adult?)

#bnha #all might #yagi toshinori #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shih.txt #asks #youngestthunderbird #i think after nana's dead toshinori nearly calls him dad #but then he chokes on it #he's thinking: how can i do that! how can i say that #when i could never say it to oshishou?!#and then gran torino steps up the training #and toshinori just never says it again because he's terrified of the association of that almost-father to this brutal trainer #leading to gran torino realizing what he's betrayed (and lost #in addition to losing nana)#and it's just very miserable isn't it #until decades pass by and gran torino tries to make amends #and toshinori is just like ':) it's done. you had to do it. we're fine.'#gran torino is a lonely lonely man and sometimes you gotta lean into the fact that no one visits him and he hardly visits others

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27th of February 2006 Volterra Italy

“Ciao Marco!” I said to the elderly man that run my favourite bakery in town. “Ciao bella Mandy!” he said while he sneakily put a paper bag with my favourite pastry, a cream filled cornetto, in my hand while his wife wasn't looking. “Grazie!” I mouthed to him but all he did was give me a fatherly wink before returning to attending his other customers. For the past month I had spent every lunchbreak in his little bakery. Usually enjoying a small pastry along with a cup of tea or coco as it was still a bit chilly during this time of year. After my first week Marco and I ended up talking a lot about. His wife and he had bought the little bakery when they were barely 21 years old, running away from both their families. It was just after the second world war and Marco's family had been Jew's in hiding all this time. Her family had been quite fans of Hitlers plans of how the world was supposed to look like. But their daughters love for Marco won in the end and they fled to Volterra, as it had been one of the few cities that was barely touched by the Nazi's. Most likely because of the fact that vampires protected it or possibly because it was not big enough to be interesting to the Germans at all. We ended up bonding over his stories and my love for history and ever since then he would always sneak me a little pastry on the go. He thought his wife didn't notice it but one day when Marco had been out of town with his long-lost brother (they had lost contact after the war, but his brother had found him once more and they were inseparable ever since), she too gave me a pastry for free and assuring me she knew with a wink. They were truly a loving couple, not only to each other but to the residents and even the tourists of Volterra as well. She too loved to reminisce in the stories Marco would tell, occasionally filling in the blanks he might leave with her own knowledge of history, only fuelling my hunger for knowledge. Hmm, maybe I will ask the Masters if I could borrow a book from the library about the second world war and the impact vampires had on it. I knew for a fact the Masters recorded every bit of history themselves, a version that told the whole truth including the interventions of the supernatural kind, and a version suitable for humans. I strolled back to the castle, not hurrying too much as the guard and Master were most likely just finishing their own lunch by now and I still had about 10 minutes left before I was expected back. So, I took my time and walking around the winter sun. It never really got too cold in Volterra, but it was chilly enough to be wearing a coat during these months. After an additional five minutes I reached the doors to the castle and they were opened for me by none other than Alec. “Buon pomeriggio, mister Alec. Thank you.” I said as he stepped aside to let me in before closing the doors behind me. “Buon pomeriggio, Mandy. Did you visit Marco's again today?” he asked while walking next to be as I made my way back to my desk. “Yes, I did. He treated me to my favourite pastry again today. If I am not careful, I might not fit in my dresses anymore.” I joked. Alec chuckled softly and shook his head. “Oh, I was meant to inform you, Master Aro and Master Caius requested you to bring the Mistresses their new books. They will be in the clocktower, so I guess your problem with overabundance in calories and sugar will be solved for today at least.” he said giving me a playful wink and I groaned softly. “Do I want to know how many steps of stairs I have to take?” I asked. “713. Alec and I counted them once” Jane said startling me a bit as she appeared out of nothing, a smirk around her features as well. “Well, no better way to know I am alive than to have my heart beating in overdrive and my calves feeling like they might fall off, I guess.” I said, reciprocating the playful wink Alec gave me making them both giggle in glee. Alec, Jane and I had what you could call a very playful connection. They were of course young by heart, changed at the age of 15 and I had soon

found out that they loved to joke around. “Goodluck, Mandy.” Jane said. “Thank you, miss Jane. But I guess if you hear something rolling down it will be due to the fact my calves gave up.” “We will be sure to put some pillows at the bottom of the stairs to break your fall!” Alec said and soon the twins were out of sight, their joyful laughs drifting down the hallway making me chuckle. I sat back down in my chair at my desk and noticed something had changed. A small vase had been added to my right, out of sight for any visitors and it contained four roses, all in a different colour. Blue, pink, orange and black. I gasped at it as they were absolutely beautiful. A small note in beautiful cursive handwriting was placed against the vase. Per la nostra bella umana. I blushed deeply and allowed myself a moment longer to admire them and letting my mind wonder for just a bit as to whom had sent me these roses, before coming back to reality and focussing on my work again. It was the end of the month and many bills had to be paid. Never directly from any of the vampire's their names or accounts. No, it all ran through different companies, unions and foundations. While working my eyes kept falling on the roses every so often, wondering who had put them there.

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