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all-4-wincest · 2 years

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Hi…..

SPN GIF DRABBLE

Gif credit @aborddelimpala

Warnings: None.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, you, or actually @arwenadreamer , Jared Padalecki mentioned, unnamed convention employee

Summary: Jensen Ackles, attending the JIB 12 convention that @arwenadreamer was fortunate enough to be able to attend. She was also able ask Jensen a question, it was supposed to be for both Jensen and Jared, but things happen. She posted about how it went, and I asked her for a few more details. Based on her story, I came up with this for her. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!!

A/N1: Extremely Fluffy, some mature language just because that’s how I roll, I think Jensen probably does too especially when he’s just saying it in his own head.

A/N2: I never send hate and I don’t expect it in return. Don’t like, don’t read (That’s my usual Wincest A/N, but it never hurts to say it!!)

A/N3: I’ve been having trouble completing a few longer fics, I’m so sorry my friends, so I thought maybe writing some gif drabbles would help me get back in the right frame of mind. This is the gif, my friend, @arwenadreamer sent me, if you read her story you’ll understand how personal this is for her. I hope I did it at least a little bit of justice. Maybe she’ll post the link after she reads? Because yes, sadly after all my years on Tumblr, I still haven’t figured out how to do it.😞😞 This turned out longer than I expected, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. I really enjoyed writing this.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy, XOXO, Liz

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Jensen looked to his right to see the next person in line to ask a question, and he did what he hoped was an inconspicuous double take. He couldn’t really explain it, he met so many people and unfortunately, their faces blurred together sometimes.

But there was something about her face. Not just how she looked physically, she looked so kind and friendly. Jensen desperately wanted to know more. What’s her name, where’s she from, what did she smell like? Wait, what, where the hell did that last question come from? He didn’t automatically think he was a creeper or something like that, he just really wanted to know more about her.

She was beautiful to him. But damn, he hadn’t really wondered that about anyone in a long time. That wasn’t something that he wondered about just anyone, that was very personal, intimate information, in his opinion. He couldn’t just go around sniffing people, (Even though people did it to him often during his photo ops.), he still found himself wanting to bury his face in that juncture in between her neck and the top of her shoulder and inhaling as deeply as he could.

She was talking. What did she ask him? He groaned internally at what he had to ask now. “Oh, uhm, I’m sorry, can you repeat your question, darlin’?” He asked her with his thickest Texas drawl coming out. She blushed a pretty pink from the tips of her ears down below her shirt collar when he called her darlin’. Which, holy shit, was that cute on her!

He focused intently this time as she repeated her question. He didn’t want to give a stupid answer, or one that felt like he wasn’t really listening. Jensen gave the best answer he could think of. His mind was currently quite preoccupied, Thank You Very Fucking Much! Cutely, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. Then he got to answer for Jared, which was always fun. He could be silly with Jared’s part, which he thought his best friend would appreciate.

After looking out around at the rest of the audience thinking ‘Yeah, keep it cool Jensen. You know how to do this’ he looked back to where she had been standing, she was already gone. ‘Oh Fuck’, he scanned the audience quickly, finding the back of her head as she retreated back to her seat. He didn’t do this, he in fact, had never done this. But he was going to take a chance and do it this once. Just this one fucking time.

His panel was over about five minutes later and he already knew where she was sitting. He almost ran off of the stage, finding his ‘handler’ for the weekend, almost knocking them over in his haste. “Hey, uhh, did you see that girl I was talking to about five minutes ago?” In awe themselves at getting to spend the weekend with Jensen too, they nodded kinda dumbly.

Jensen smiled, a cross between a schoolboy smile, and well, one with more heat behind it. He asked for a piece of paper and something to write with, which was given to him almost instantly. He scratched down a quick note, no more than five or six words, his handler thought, and placed it into their hand. After they wiped their sweaty palms off on their pants, of course. Sorry, being around Jensen tended to do that to people.

Once she had the four times folded note in her hand from someone she didn’t know, the temptation to read it was overwhelming. Especially after they said that, “This is of vital importance. Please don’t throw it away. Just, just read it, okay?” She went to get an overpriced drink and snack, opening it as she waited.

Meet me in Green Room. Please?

J.A.

Snack and drink forgotten.

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#SPN #SPN RPF #SPN RPF gif draddle #gif by @abordimpala #story and real life experience by @arwendreamed #Jensen x you #for the sake of this Jensen is not nor has he ever been married #I really hope y’all like this #feedback is welcome #as long as it’s constructive #so much fluff!!#THIS IS NOT WINCEST!!

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horizon-verizon · 1 year

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Do you think people are misunderstanding about what that terf ( blue butterfly or something ) said about tyrion? I mean political opinions do sway our understanding of things but is that what truly happened here? Like are we really analyzing or are we being a mob?

Post referred to HERE.

EDIT: buttercuparry was not totally right HERE when they implied that the OP was trying to incite hatred towards Tyrion, but I didn't get that impression. I got the impression of someone whose frustration with the trope led their outlook, from those who negated buttercuarry

Nonetheless, I think that yeah some were a bit too harsh and defensive against blackswallowtailbutterfly.

I agreed with them pointing out that Tyrion was a victim and that the OP's personal, non-sex trauma experience is insufficient to be compared to Tyrion's sexual abuse.

However, OP was trying to point out how little Tysha got to actually be made into a real person for the sake of Tyrion's characterization. I think they were trying to comment about the writing itself more than the character's personality nor were they saying that Tyrion's trauma was nonexistent.

How this is a prevalent thing that happens in fiction with rape and assault that men write in pretty much all genres. Frequently men do not write rape fairly-- because they do not understand it and never had to-- and they must have more female assessors of their work so as to not alienate some readers/viewers and actually do their story some logical justice, especially if GRRM's politics are supposedly, if not feminist, feminist-"forward".

Again, this isn't to say Tyrion was not a victim. It is to say that there were two victims and GRRM chose to use one victim, the female one, to prop up and develop the other, the male, instead of giving both full personhood by giving us if not what happens to Tysha, some sort of smaller storyline where Tyrion searches her out--which I am still hoping for but wouldn't be surprised if he never did because of all I said about him in a reblog if that post. Or where we get hints of her in other characters' perspectives, past or present. If she's left to suffer silently, or if we the reader do not get news of her, I will still be upset, frustrated, and annoyed at what-could-have-been.

There's no to little real rape criticism in ASoIaF as much as there is fascination with what leads to it from the powerful or powerless male perspective.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #tyrion lannister #tysha asoiaf #tysha and tyrion #agot characterization #agot #a game of thrones #asoiaf asks to me

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op-imaginesandmore · 3 years

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How would Issho/Fujitora, Doflamingo, Smoker, Arlong, and Gin react to their s/o dying in their arms? (human s/o for all of them including Arlong) Sorry there are so many the posts you've made so far I've enjoyed immensely. I love your style of writing! (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I’m going to do just Smoker, and with each of the asks with multiple characters I will pick the one I am most comfortable with writing and go from there. I hope you like it! And also, to anyone who reads this and likes it, thank you! But my ask box will remain closed until…idk, probably a long time. I don’t want to get any one’s hopes about about anything.

Pairing: Smoker x GN!reader

Warnings: Angst, character death (you asked for it), mild descriptions of injury, mentions of blood, implied smut (mildest of spice), unbeta’d if that is a warning

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The OP was supposed to be a simple one. Get in, do reconnaissance, stay under the radar, come back with what info they needed on the pirate crew, get out.

No one thought Big Mom herself was going to recognize Y/N, because you were good at your job. You had been spying for the government for years, you’d worked with Smoker as one of his subordinates, had infiltrated countless pirate crews, revolutionary bases, treasonous scum that thought they could get away with anything, and had always succeeded in your job.

Lay low, go unnoticed, get the info, come back to him. It was a perfectly organized system that was like clock work, each gear turning for the purpose of civilian protection, and justice.

Until now.

Blood soaked the beach he was kneeling on, who’s it was, he had no idea. Could be his, was probably the pirates’ that were scattered around the Vice-Admiral like debris after a storm, but what infuriated him most was it was most definitely yours.

Wheezes, broken and wet, escaped from your lips, swollen eyes looking up into stoic grey that was like looking into twin hurricanes. Anger, righteous and intense, swirled around with frustration, concern, grief, and an emotion you knew from your quiet moments between soft sheets and the hard planes of his body.

So gentle you barely felt it, he lifted you from the sand like something precious, your blood dripping down his arms and pooling beneath your broken body. Your eyes, swollen and bruised, squinted up at him and a soft smile cracked painfully across your lips.

“Hey handsome” you rasped, a cough that was soaked with blood spurting out. Smoker put a large hand through your matted hair, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’m gonna get you to the ship’s infirmary” he seethed through his teeth, the usual multiple cigars he kept there like pacifiers long gone. He made to get up, but the cry that came from your lips was shrill and heartbreaking. He immediately stopped, holding you to his chest in a hold soft enough for a newborn.

“I know it hurts, but you need-“

“Do you remember Alabasta?”

Smoker stopped, looking down at your broken body that had the audacity to be giving him the smile that always managed to make his heart flutter in his chest like a crushing school girl’s. He swallowed thickly, not trusting his voice and opting for a nod.

“You were such a baby about Strawhat, I thought you were going to implode when he had his crew mate save your life.” You reached a trembling hand to his face, stroking the rough stubble of his jaw. Almost involuntarily, Smoker leaned into the soft touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as memories of their time on the desert island came to mind.

It had been the first time you had ever yelled at him, calling him reckless and blind. Telling him you were thankful for Strawhat, grateful he had saved his “stupid, sorry, ass” so you had the chance to give him a piece of your mind. He had retaliated with a practiced speech about being your superior, about how you should worry more about your job than what he was doing, how you shouldn’t talk to him like that.

Then you had the nerve to yell at him that you didn’t have a choice but to worry about him. When he yelled at you back about the why, instead of answering him you kissed him square on the mouth.

Their first kiss was in the moment, it was all teeth clacking and sudden and Smoker had been blindsided, but also hadn’t been. The two of you had been flirting with the line between officer and government agent for months at that point, subtle glances and bold, shameless flirting on your part had morphed into soft and subtle touches and hours of listening to you talk about everything and anything.

When the shock of it had worn off a second after you started kissing him, he hadn’t expected for himself to kiss you back. He had adjusted your chin, softened the kiss, and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his own waist in a way that sent chills down his spine as he carried you to his desk. He set you down upon it, gentle as can be, but your legs stayed around his waist, his hips grinding into yours in a way that had him growling. Your lips had been like soft, plush, velvet on his own chapped ones, tongue sinful in its exploration, running against his to beg for entrance.

The two of you broke apart, you were panting, your face flush as you put your head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. He smelled like a cigar, a hint of sweet fruit in a haze of earth and smoke that always managed to make your head spin. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you licked the taste of him from them.

“I worry about you because I care about you Smoker” you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the sunlight coming in through the porthole of his cabin “probably more than what’s appropriate for a working relationship, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You put your hand on his face, stroking the apple of his cheek in a way no one had ever dared touch him before “if you don’t want this though, we can stop right now and never talk about it a-“

Smoker was kissing you again, softer but with a passion that turned your whole body into jelly that molded into his. It was brief, too brief for your liking but he was looking at you with a smoldering gaze that promised more.

“We do this, we tell no one.” He said with conviction “I can’t have my subordinates thinking I have favorites, and fraternizing could get me and you in a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, understanding alighted in your eyes as you coyly bit your kiss swollen bottom lip.

“If that means I get to see your smoke powers at work in the bedroom, I’ll take an oath of silence”

He felt his body react, his hardened length against your thigh making you squeeze your legs together, bringing him impossibly closer.

Smoker’s chest tightened at the memory.

“I’m glad” you said, swollen gaze growing distant “that it all happened the way it did. The last year and a half has been the best of my life” another cough, violent and cracking in its intensity that it had you whimpering into Smokers chest, and his eyes were burning with the tears that were inevitable now.

“Y/N-“ Smoker started, the deep rumble of his voice cracking “baby, you’re gonna be fine, let’s just-“ he took a breath, steeling himself to try and lift you up again, but your head falling limp against his chest stopped him, made the breath leave his lungs and, for the first time in a very long time, Smoker felt true terror grip his careful self control.

“Y/N?” His voice, so unlike the commanding bass it usually was, soft and broken as the body he held “Y/N? Sweetheart c’mon, wake up” he shook you, your head lolling to one side and then the next awkwardly, before it rested back on his chest and Smoker realized your uneven breathing had stopped, the rasping, painful breaths gone quiet and the only sounds to be heard on the bloodied beach were Smoker’s own uneven hyperventilating “Y/N please! You-you can’t do this! Baby, c’mon-open those pretty eyes, please! Y/N? Y/N!”

He held on tight to your body as he slowly broke down, the tears running rivers down his face that had smudges of your blood on it from holding your body up to it, his face buried into your hair as if he could revive you if he held on a little tighter, begged a little harder to whatever god or devil would listen. His cries broke through the silence, their only companion the lapping of water against the sand and gore. He rocked back and forth, clinging to your lifeless body like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

That was how Tashigi found her Vice-Admiral, sobbing into your hair as he begged you to wake up. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she had to keep him moving, had to remind him of the duty he still held.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker?” She breathed, caution in her tone, heartbreak threatening to pull her under when his breath caught. He looked up at Tashigi with a tsunami of emotions that she had never seen him display. Heartbreak and grief worked in tandem to make the ever stoic and statuesque officer crumble to his knees.

“I’ve gathered the survivors of our platoon, we’re awaiting your orders, sir”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Smoker looking down at his dead lover, the emotions that had been raging across his face draining from his being, and was replaced once again with the careful stoicism that his position required of him.

He got up slowly, you still cradled against his chest as he looked out at the horizon. It was another long moment before he spoke.

“We bury our dead, then we take the fight to the one who started this.” There was a fury in his words that struck fear into Tashigi, a fear for how reckless her Vice-Admiral was about to be against a Yonko.

“But Smo-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” He whipped his head around, the grey of his eyes burning with an unbridled rage that seemed barely contained “I’m not gonna rest until every last piece of filth that carries the name of Charlotte are wiped from every ocean from the East Blue to Raftel.” He glanced down at the body in his arms, a soft, broken look before the rage hit again.

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve taken, I’ll make sure of it personally.”

#smoker #one piece #Smoker x reader #Smoker One Piece #angst #crying #character death #tashigi

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winterskyfirefly · 2 years

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Authors note: I watched the series in literally a night, and then went on Tumblr to see what Tumblr had to say, and I saw a post, which read, “Don't look at me, I'm just thinking about how Ed signs his name with an X in act of grace On a completely unrelated note I will need to write fic where Stede teaches Ed to write his own name so he always has a nice thing that belongs to him <3 “ and I felt something inside me quietly crumble to bits so I had to try and oblige OP. I immediately rewatched the entire series though, because of reasons. So many, very important reasons. So, @angellennics, I hope I did your concept justice with this brief, 2,83o word fanfiction.

They've survived – signed their allegiance to the king. And now Ed has come to him, in the quiet moments after as Stede lies there, wondering if Mary truly thinks he's dead, lost in his own thoughts, and Ed finds himself, in a hushed tone, asking Stede to teach him to learn to write. His head is full of thoughts, all he can think of is when he signed his name. Or – when he signed something. He doesn't know how to write. So he'd done a cross. An x for his name, x marks the spot. Stede's name had been next to his in script, and he'd made his joke about the font sizes on their paperwork, all the tiny words with their hidden clauses, but all of it was a hidden clause to him for all he knew, because he didn't know. He didn't know how to read or write. That wasn't something he was lucky enough to be taught.

Afterwards, he'd gone and found Stede, because he could trust Stede, deep down when it felt like everyone's eyes were on him and boring holes through him, into his deepest secrets that he kept locked down and never felt like he quite had under control, but he could trust Stede who didn't pry, who accepted him as he was and inside, those secrets felt a little calmer, a little less turbulent. When Stede looked at him, Ed didn't feel like if he wasn't careful that every secret inside him would be seen, that everything he was wouldn't suddenly be exposed as something else.

Ed had looked at Stede, who'd looked back at him, and there'd passed something silent between them as Stede furrowed his brows and seen whatever had been on Ed's face and then asked, with that unassuming encouragement, “Ed?”, asking him what was wrong with nothing more than his name, and Ed had sighed heavily, considered and reconsidered and then re-reconsidered and finally out it came .

“Would you teach me to sign my name?” There's so much more to the sentence that begs to come out. Ed holds it back. He certainly doesn't need to say, teach me your name. Let me learn your name too. But he wants to - he wants to honor Stede's name almost more than he wants to learn his own. Something in him wants to hold Stede in any way possible.

And Stede, bless him, had smiled that smile that was simply Stede. He'd laughed a tiny laugh that carried no malice, just an understanding, nodded and said, “Stay here, I'll be right back,”. After a time he'd come back with some paper and a pen, and a wink. That wink drives Ed mad for multiple reasons and not all of them can be described beyond the fact that he feels a little bit like good rum makes him feel after a few drinks except all it takes from Stede is that smile or wink, and if he mixes them, then fuck Ed indeed. He simply smiles, follows Stede, and Ed wants to ask what Stede told the crew above to get his supplies, but he wants to learn how to write his name more as Stede settles them at a desk so he stays quiet.

Stede sets everything up, dips the quill into ink. “Alright, so, let's start with just the basics. Here's your name. Dunno if you want to do Blackbeard or Ed – probably Blackbeard, right, as they'll know that one for certain so. We've got the letter B, the letter L, the letter A, the letter C, the letter K, another letter B, a letter E-”

“ And... is that B different?” Ed asks him. “You wrote the first one with two loops and this one has one. They're the same letter.”

“Yes, well, this one is in a lower case, and the first is in upper case, as it's the beginning of your name, so it is capitalized.”

“Capitalized.”

“Yes, capitalization is a way of, well, showing importance? Properness? Certain words can be capitalized to show they're more meaningful, I suppose. Cities, names, months, book titles, things like that. That's all a bit more than we need to deal with today, for now, let's just learn your name. I'd always be happy to teach you more. Literacy is one of the finest things we should seek to achieve in life, I think. But.. so then after the letter E, we have another A, and as you can see, this one is different from the first as well. Every letter has two cases, a capital and a lower.” Stede carries on, as if he's not from a different world than Ed and Ed has no right asking him for these things.

Ed is looking at him. Ed debates bluffing him. Telling him, I know the difference between capitalization and lower cased letters. Except, the thing is, Stede believes people. If you tell Stede something, he will take it as face value. For someone as smart as Stede is, he is so blindingly naive in other ways. His earnestness, his boyish charm, it hasn't worn off and Ed hopes inside that it never does. It makes him seem lighter. His face seems to lose some of the years when his interest is piqued, delighting in whatever tale is being told to him. Ed's seen a little of that fade away. He's seen Stede be more of a pirate in the last two weeks than he's sure Stede ever was before. Though it delights him, seeing Stede's face light up, Stede confident and carrying himself differently without even knowing it, Ed hopes piracy doesn't destroy Stede's gentleness, his earnestness.

And Stede might even want to know how Ed knows about these things, if he's trying to learn to write then what does he already know if he knows capitals and lower cases, and where did he learn it, and then Ed has to lie to him, and he might not do it well enough, and then if he doesn't, well, what does he do if he's caught. So instead Ed stays quiet and lets Stede continue, after Stede falters for a moment looking at him.

“Well, anyways, here's the rest, the letter R and the letter D, and you know what, I'll just go ahead and right below it, I'll write you the full alphabet, why don't I, in capitals and in lower case below that, and we can just walk through it together.”

Ed thinks that Stede would have been a good teacher. He would have probably been good at a lot of things, despite what Stede seems to think of himself. He looks at Stede's hands, which are smaller than his, not by much, but rounder. His own are calloused at the edges, rough, and Stede's hands are softer, in shape and to touch, which Ed has done in passing and then not so much so but unable to not make an excuse for a repeat and the spark when it's happened has alighted something in him he's afraid to speak of or acknowledge.

“You should, uh,” he says as off-handedly as he can, “Write your name again too. Show me some more examples of capitals and lower cases.”

“Oh! Right, that would be smart. Indeed, let's get on that,” and Stede is writing his name. “Look, this is another E, another D, the same way your name has, lower case, you see. Only the first letter of a name is capitalized. First name and last name, both get the same treatment. So, Stede... Bonnet...” he says, as he writes it out, and Ed listens to his voice, watches his fingers, and wonders what it might be like to touch those hands. To listen to Stede tell him about his life, his thoughts, to hear Stede asking him questions about Ed, and Ed thinks he might spill his life out to Stede if Stede were to ask. Stede could find out everything about Ed that Ed doesn't want anybody to know. All the things Ed wants to tell because sometimes it feels like it's destroying him, but he couldn't possibly deserve that kindness. He doesn't deserve this kindness. And Stede makes him feel like he does.

Somehow, it terrifies him to know that truth deep down. He is more silent than ever, listening intently to Stede, listening to the scratching of quill on parchment as Stede continues to trace letters, to show him the lines of how to write them.

Then Stede is – touching Ed, he's rearranging Ed's fingers to put the quill in there, to show him how to hold it. He's placing Ed's thumb one way, and helping him set and arrange his fingers to hold the quill steady, set it to the page. “Together, then. Let's start with the letter B, then, yeah? A nice smooth line down,” and he guides Ed's hand, a single stroke. “Then back up, and a little round loop, and another,” and he goes slowly, leading Ed but not forcing. Ed has a moment of thought back to Stede running through him with a sword, showing Stede how to do that as his own act of kindness for Stede. His eyes follow as Stede guides him to the next. “The letter L, a single line down. A is a bit more tricky, it's a round loop with a little tail at the end, right like this-”

Being run through with a sword, or writing a man's name. Which is more intimate? Depends on what you define. Not everyone can write a man's name, but almost anybody can give a good go at running a man through with a sword if given the chance. Maybe not successful, but a good attempt. But, this, to be honest, this feels more intimate than anything he's ever done. The focus, the slow methodical movements, the way he tries to impart every moment to memory.

It goes, so on, through his name. They do it several times. Ed studies it intently, soaks each stroke and line into his brain. When Stede asks if he wants to sign on his own, Ed only barely hesitates before he gives it a shot. It's not good at all. It doesn't look fine and right the way Stede's does, and he's not sure if he messed it up. But he knows Stede would want him to, and it'll make Stede content, and when he looks, Stede does look content.

Stede asks if Ed wants to try writing Stede's name. Ed hesitates. He can't. He can't do that. He wouldn't dare do the injustice of writing Stede's name, making it look as ugly as his own signature. Stede would deserve better than that.

So Ed shakes his head. “No, I just wanted to learn my own name. Sometimes it's, uh... fun. To do something new, right? We're certainly doing something new now.”

He tries not to think he sees disappointment in Stede's eyes. He tries not to realize that Stede wanted Ed to try and write some more, that Stede had the blind faith in Ed that he has in so many other people even as common sense tells him that faith is foolish, and that beyond that, Stede has the love of someone who loves life, who loves seeing someone else discover that passion. So he stammers on, “So yeah, fuck it, let's try your name, right? Learning something new?”

Stede smiles then, more in his eyes, the corners of them creasing and softening. His face relaxes. Something of the tautness that was carried in it releases. Ed tightens his grip on the quill. “Can we practice once more?”

He asks it almost before he knows he will, and he's momentarily embarrassed but before it can linger too long, Stede is saying, of course, of course I can, yeah, mate, and Ed can't pretend that he doesn't believe Stede is happy to show him, and Stede does, slow and calm, talking him through it.

And then, Ed writes Stede's name. He gives his own another go as well. They're shaky letters, uneven, larger and smaller than each other, not aligned smoothly, running into each other or too far apart. But they're his. They're his, and Stede's given this to him, and Ed runs his fingers over the letters as they dry, smearing them just slightly, the ink staining his fingers.

He writes it again, smaller, more sure, quicker, and when he looks up, Stede is gazing at him with an expression on his face that – Ed has no idea how to label these feelings that wash over him. Stede looks at him like Ed is the most interesting person in the world, and Ed is used to being admired and feared as the pirate Blackbeard, but he's not used to being admired for being Ed, and that's what is on Stede's face. Admiration not for whatever Blackbeard has done, but for what Ed has just done. Ed doesn't know what for, he's not something be admired, but Stede is looking at him and saying, “This isn't bad at all, Ed. It just takes some practice. I'd reckon you're doing quite well for yourself already.”

Ed offers him the quill. He thinks he's done for the night. He traces the lines with his fingers again, though, locking them in. Stede's fingers come to follow his, to lay next to his and matching his movements. They're quiet together beyond that. He can feel his breath, he can hear Stede breathing. Stede's fingers stay firmly pressed against his as they curve over the ink together, reiterating the brief lesson. The ship rocks, they ride the movements as unconsciously as they do breathing, and they remain steady together.

Ed's not sure he's catching anything right now besides the sense of Stede's fingers against his, warm, and he wants to catch them and touch each tip of his finger, see if they have any callouses, see if they have any ink stain. Something in him wants to bring each one to his lips, to brush his thank you over them for giving him this small act of a gift, the kindness in learning his signature. Instead, he focuses as they finish retracing everything, and then Stede is brushing at his sides with an abrupt, “Well, I should be... getting off to find out what our next steps are, yeah, if we'll be serving the king.” and Ed is nodding, saying, “Yeah, yeah, go on with that, I'll just be … here.”

But long after Stede leaves – and the quill stays, Ed sees a bit later, Ed stays, tracing and retracing the letters, hearing what Stede had just taught him, his kind words and explanations of everything. He looks at the letters. With shaking letters, he writes underneath his name of Blackbeard. He writes a line down, three across – relatively even spaced. An E. He writes a line, a small loop at the base, aiming left. A D. It feels foreign. He writes an S. A weird squiggle. He writes the remainder, the T, the strike across the line, the e, which is becoming familiar. Stede had mentioned that E was a common letter, a lot of words had E in it. Stede's got two of them. He writes the letter D again. He and Stede share that. They share an E, too. They share more than maybe Ed's ready to quite admit. Or maybe he is. Maybe Ed's tired of fighting so much of his thoughts all the time.

Maybe it's time to go find Stede and talk about the future. Ed wants to believe Stede would treat him with respect no matter what happened, would try to be kind to him. But he's not ready just yet. So instead, he just starts tracing letters again. Thinking things over. There's a lot in his head. He holds on to this, though. This is a solidarity he can focus on. So as candlelight keeps the room alight long into the night, he looks and traces with fingers and quill even when ink is dry and gone, practicing and reiterating, letting Stede sink home into him with his lessons.

#our flag means death #our flag means gay

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gunchucks-wukong-archive · 2 years

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Thoughts about the Soundtrack!!

I loved it as usual, but i think these past two soundtracks have been a little scarce compared to the previous ones (understandably!) aside from the family issues they've mentioned, you must understand that releasing an entire soundtrack every year is creatively draining, so obviously there's going to be ups and downs and obviously it will be subjective to each listener (i know plenty ppl consider these past two releases to be the best, for example). Sooo aside from that i think i really appreciated the partial return to solo-character songs in Be Strong and Hit Stuff (Nora), Treasure (Blake), Friend (Penny) and The Truth (Cinder), generally i notice these are the kinds of songs that work best for me, and last Volume it appeared most of the songs in the soundtrack weren't specific or easily recognizable, so i do appreciate there being more clarity about it. Generally the goal would be to write character-specific songs that can be abstracted to other characters or things that are not related to RWBY obviously and i think the soundtracks never miss in this intent. I just love it when i know who's singing, personally. Now to the specific songs:

- For Every Life: good op song, very much in line with previous songs so nothing to add on that front. I think the aspect i liked the most was the acceptance? of failure, by that i mean that it encapsuled team RWBY's current state very well, it draws the line where the protagonists realize that justice doesn't always come and doing the right thing sometimes still brings demise in the end. But it also shows that they have, and will stay, true to themselves until the end, so thats very team-RWBY-like.

- The Sky is Falling: There's some lines in this that really hit home, musically i mean. Personally i think the RWBY rap only really worked in Yang songs like Ignite and I Burn 2, but its definitely not that bad (thinking of the time i accidentally ran into Arcane rap.....), the rest is really good i enjoyed this song a lot! I like imagining Yang as the singer but it appears this is another one of those songs with undefined POV so yeah.

- Treasure: Gays, yay! Let me start by prefacing that i really like linearity in things, so there being a Yang pining song and a Blake pining song makes me sleep well at night lol. One thing there's to notice is that this song is probably not talking about their two-days separation, despite playing upon the reunion. I think the song generally sums up the bee vibes in V8, expecially the finale. Blake clearly loves Yang and the song obviously parallels All That Matters via referencing the two most traumatic "separations" their relationship had to endure. Overally, did this song hit? Oh yeah. It makes me interested in whatever V9 will have for them. Im not in a super ship-mood post V8 as it was really scarce on that front, so i feel like i'll be able to truly appreciate this song when rwby (and them bees) comes back!

- The Truth: Very weird for me to say this since i dislike Cinder, but i am very sad we didn't get more of this song. No doubt this is the part where you can see the soundtrack got cut short, as there probably wasn't time to focus on making another whole song. I absolutely understand why we didn't get more, and that's okay, but i feel like if there was a chance for me to symphatize even just a little bit more with Cinder's actions, then it would be exactly the soundtrack to do it for me. Unfortunately we didn't get a single extra line from what we already heard and i have to say its a real bummer because by the sound of it, this could have been another great solo-character song. I really loved it musically since the first time i've heard this so....ngl i was looking forward to it if not just for the thickness of the music lol. Really really good, tasty, attractive. My favorite sounds from the soundtrack, i hope eventually maybe we'll get more but for now i fully understand and i absolutely do not blame the Williams for it.

- Be Strong and Hit Stuff: The song talks about things that relate to me and many others. Nora is (weirdly) a character that is surprisingly easy to relate to in one way or another. The song vibes with me but musically i think its gonna take some re-listens for me to decide whether i like it and its a banger or...not. All around its a good song! But i can't say much more atm, i'd just be forcing out and opinion thats still forming, so yeah.

Overally i feel like these past two soundtracks haven't slapped as hard, but i genuinely don't think its a problem as so much good work has been done anyways and as usual the music is really enjoyable so thank you to the creators!

#rwby

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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@mishaandthebrits

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Who We Are || Russell Adler

Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War

-PART FIVE-

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS: COLD WAR! IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED/FINISHED THE CAMPAIGN THEN PLEASE DONT READ! Gore, violence, course language, mature content.

Summary: Betrayed and alone after surviving the events that took place on the Solovetsky Islands, Y/n ‘Bell’ L/n faces new and more dangerous threats when she learns that Perseus has other plans for his failed nuclear detonation of Europe. It was only a matter of time before Y/n came face to face with her old team. There is unfinished business between Y/n and Adler, as this operation proves to be more deadly than originally thought.

Author’s Note: So, after finishing the campaign, I needed to do Bell/Player and Adler justice. I loved this game so much, and chosing to play as the female character, I felt like there was a genuine connection between Bell and Adler throughout the game. There is a tag list open for anyone that wishes to stay up to date with the series. Simply comment below. Gif by @travelllar (I have to apologise for taking so long to post this part. I have been going through a lot of personal stuff lately).

It had been an intense staring contest between you and Park for the last five minutes.

Even though internally you did feel somewhat intimidated by her presence, you stood tall, folding your arms over your chest as your eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. Every fibre of your being screamed at you to tear the bitch apart, to yell and scream at her for her part in what she did to you. If Mason hadn’t been standing beside you, you just might have done it. “You’re looking well...” She spoke lowly, no ounce of regret in her tone as she tried to micking your posture “for a dead woman”. You scoffed a laugh, your jaw clenching as your tongue pressed against the roof of your mouth. You raised a challenging eyebrow, the corner of your lips tugging upward in a matching smirk. “So do you” You replied, your tone so cold that Mason recoiled from its harshness.

Her eyes glazed over with a look of pure hatred, Woods releasing a low whistle from his place at the coffee table which did nothing to ease the now increased tension. A pair of footsteps entered the room, Adler clearing his throat as he moved to stand on your other side, blocking your view of Park. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, his voice low and dangerous. Your chest tightened at his tone. It wasn’t the type of tone he used when something had gone wrong, or when he was left in the dark or confused. Adler was pissed, perhaps borderline furious.

“You didn’t come back to the safehouse last night, I got worried” She replied, her response making you roll your eyes. You watched observantly as Adler’s shoulders tensed beneath his leather jacket, quickly turning to face you with a look of anger. His arm brushed yours as he moved to grab you forearm with his hand. “We need to talk, now” He practically seethed, dragging you out of the living room and into the upstairs hallway. You said nothing as Adler released your arm from his hold, pacing back and forth before bracing his hands on his hips. When Adler’s gaze finally moved to you, his entire demenour changed. His shoulders slumped, as he ran a stressed hand through his hair. “I was going to wait until Hudson got here, but I need you to be one-hundred percent on board, or at least on the same page as I am. I want you back on the team”.

You shook your head, biting your lips anxiously “Adler, I’m not sure-”

“Just hear me out. You know more about Perseus than anyone here Y/n. I need you. That’s why I need to know if you are with me or not” He spoke sincerely, moving just that little bit closer so that he was standing mere inches from your form. You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking up at him through his sunglasses. “If I agree to be part of the team again, you have to promise not to screw me over. If you screw me over even once, I am out”.

Adler nodded “I promise, like we said this morning. No more lies, no more bullshit. You will be the first person to know about everything that is going on when I do. I promise”. You stared up at him with a nervouse expression. You still weren’t entirely sure whether or not this was a good idea. But you wanted Perseus dead more than anyone. There was a burning anger buried deep within you that had been there for a very long time. Right now, you might not have known the exact reason why it was there, but it was enough to make you accept Adler’s offer wholeheartedly.

Nodding in what you assumed was relief, Adler continued “Okay, now I’m going to tell you this in confidence, and you cannot let anyone know about what I am going to tell you. Hudson and I suspect there is a mole in the team”.

Your eyes widened, your lips parting slightly in shock. “What? Do you have any idea as to who it might be?” You asked, not liking the way Adler’s expression fell. “No, we don’t. A month after you...after you were KIA, we started intercepting outgoing coded messages from someone in this team. With your skills, we could find out who it is in a matter of days. We just need-”

“Hudson. We just need Hudson to approve this little operation, huh?” You finished for him, once again feeling yourself becoming somewhat closed off again. Adler moved to place his hand comfortingly on your shoulder “I’ll take care of it, you don’t have to worry-”

“But I do. No offence, but you don’t think Hudson might be a little on edge after discovering that I am alive? And what about the huge mistake about my defection? I’m sure he would be super pissed off about it-”

“I have no doubt he will be, but one thing is for sure, he won’t be pissed at you” Adler interrupted, raising his eyebrow at you with a small tug of his lips “I can guarantee you that”. Your eyes met his, peering through those glasses to search for any sign of doubt, for any sign of hesitancy coming from the man before you. When you found none, your shoulders slumped heavily, your gaze turning towards the square curtained window at the end of the hall. “Alright...” You began, trying to hide the growing uneasiness from your voice “so what happens after we are done here? Where do we go?”.

“We’ll head back to the safehouse in West Berlin. From there, Woods, Mason, Park and myself will focus on this new lead we have on Perseus, Operation Hydra. You and Sims will focus on decoding those messages, and finding out who our mole is”.

A haunting chill travelled down your spine, as vivid flashes of your time at that safehouse consumed you; being strapped to that gourney, the serum coursing through your veins and setting your senses alight in a painful fire. The thundering of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears, the taste of copper in your mouth-

Adler watched as your eyes glazed over, your mind going to a dark place that even he didn’t dare venture. This was all his fault. He had damaged you, likely beyond repair. Your features that once looked at him with such a bright smile, had lost the glow. You were a shadow of your former self, in more ways than one. And it was all because of him. He gently tightened his grip on your shoulder, a strange warmth enveloping him as your eyes immediately cleared, lifting to stare up at him with a small forced smile. It truly amazed him how resiliant you were, even after everything you had been through.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to calm your racing heart before nodding your head slowly. “We should probably head back downstairs. Who knows what chaos has gone on between Woods and Viktor”.

The way you suddenly changed the subject caused Adler’s stomach to twist, but he didn’t press the issue as he chuckled deeply, rolling his eyes in amusement as he stepped away from you. “You have a point, no doubt he’s probably broke by now” He teased, gesturing for you to go down the stairs ahead of him. You nodded, moving past him with small steps. You knew for certain that this would change things, with you now back on the team. But strangely, you felt like this was where you belonged. That you were meant to be with Adler and his team. But time would tell you supposed, and you hoped to god that this little arrangement would work out.

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Okay, back in May @isolatedphenomenon asked me if I had an les mis fic recs and I went "oh boy do I !" and then promptly fucked off and disappeared from tumblr for like 6 months...

Anyway on the off chance people are interested, here is my vastly too long list of my favourite les mis fanfic (that I'm almost 100% sure I'll have accidentally missed some of my favourites off of...)

The vast majority of these are main pairing Enjolras/Grantaire, so I've put those first, divided into multi-chaptered and then one-shots. Below that will be other pairings!

Multi-chaptered

• Witch Boy Series : magic AU, starting with Grantaire solving Enjolras' curse - this is just Incredible world building which gets better as it goes on - my favourite is the Babet interlude

• World Ain't Ready : you know how fandoms tend to have a fic that is just associated with it ? in my experience, for les mis this is it - and well deserved ! High school, fake dating AU with some of the most engaging writing

• BE : Enjolras is dragged back into theatre production, helping Eponine put on a production of Hamlet - really love the characterisation in this, and this is really one of those modern AUs that actually feels like real life - really good writing

• After the End : the definitive apocalypse AU in my eyes - les amis are an underground resistance to the dystopian government - really wonderful characterisation of Grantaire and the amis

• You never have to wonder; you never have to ask. : I tend to find fic by scrolling through bookmarks of a pairing, which means I often see repeats; this is a fic that if I see I just re-read cause I know I'll enjoy it - the amis sparked a failed rebellion, and now 18 months later Grantaire ends up staying at Enjolras' after returning to Paris for Marius and Cosette's wedding

• Your Heart on Your Skin : Soulmate AU with flower tattoos marking important emotions and events - wonderful concept and world building

• Impatient to Be Free : Daughters of Bilitis AU - if that doesn't make you excited I don't know what else to say to convince you (aside from saying the author is a simply wonderful writer)

• You Dance Dreams : Okay. Not to be over dramatic, but this fic did genuinely qualitatively change my life, in that it was the first thing that got me looking up contemporary ballet and now that's like one of my favourite things and big hobby So. Also its really great writing; music/creative arts school les amis with Grantaire choreohraphing the ballet for Combeferre's opera, with a heavy emphasis on Grantaire realising he really never actually got over Enjolras

• philia : this one is an absolute classic to me, but not given nearly enough recognition - one of the more realistic college AUs ever written, and the writing of Grantaire is so good because it hits the perfect balance of sympathy and annoyance about his behaviour (that's a genuine compliment)

• Coffee Hooligans : fucking tragedy this never got properly finished, Enjolras leads the amis as social justice vigilantes and tries to hide the criminal bits of his life from R

• Fighting the Hurricane : Pacific Rim AU that's less an AU and more just placing the les mis characters in the Pacific Rim universe. Really good and riveting read, also super interesting depiction of Grantaire

• Weaving Olden Dances : Fairy AU - Grantaire "claims" Enjolras to prevent his execution - really good writing, love Grantaires characterisation

• Paris Burning : canon era (sort of) where cities have a physical being - Grantaire is Paris and becomes entangled in Enjolras' revolution - oh the world building is truly *chefs kiss*

• Euphoria is You For Me : Enjolras and Grantaire keep meet cuting in a wonderfully written Brooklyn - feels like a love letter to Brooklyn at times, and I really like the characterisation of Grantaire

• so please just fall in love with me this christmas : Enjolras works for the environmental company Grantaire volunteers at, and keeps getting secret gifts at Christmas - I sound a little like a broken record but the Grantaire characterisation is very good

• You Are the Moon : Wild West esque Space AU - Grantaire has to call on the amis to help rescue Valjean and Cosette, despite Grantaire leaving the amis 6 months before. On re-reading the Enjolras characterisation feels a little rushed, but overall fantastic story telling and the Grantaire arc is a Delight

• Pandemos : Enjolras is aphrodite, and seeks peace from all his suitors in R/Hephestus' cave

• Pining for You : Hallmark christmas romance - Grantaire returns home to work on his father's tree farm, and Enjolras is the lawyer helping prevent the farm being sold - cute as shit imo

• Once We're Kings : Fantasy AU - a country hosts a ball to marry Prince Enjolras and the rival country sends Grantaire as a fuck you - one of the best ways of doing Enjolras as a prince in a fantasy and just really nicely written

• Never Bitter and All Delicious : Fairy Godmother AU - yes really, yes its genuinely a very good read

• On One Condition : Fantasy AU - Enjolras is a bored knight who finally goes to check out the local dragon, which turns out to be Grantaire - I really like how they capture Enjolras' stubborn nature and it's such a well written soft growth of love between them

• That's How Easy Love Can Be : Les Amis work at a primary school; and its secret santa time! very fun portrayal of Enjolras

• The Lark and Her Lieutenants : re write of canon where Cosette is the leader of the revolution - just *chefs kiss*

• If You Tickle Us, Do We Not Laugh : Grantaire is Enjolras' secret android - really good at writing a relationship that's incredibly loving but just keeps being antagonistic and coming off wrong

One Shots

• True Colours : AU where you leave colours on the people important to you - Enjolras and Grantaire falling for each other is so soft and gently written its lovely, this is genuinely one of my favourites

• Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right : this one is so good to me, because it builds off my pet hatred of everyone assuming Enjolras doesn't care about (or at least actively show he cares about) his friends

• blooming : very soft post-dystopian utopia that has just a really wonderful sense of hope and light to me

• and the wall leaned away (or: The Pros and Cons of Tilling) : perfectly realised characterizations of the amis, Grantaire needs a date to her final year art exhibition - deals with anxiety over protest in a way that actually hits for me

• not just one of the crowd : R helps run a leftist bakery and bike repair shop - very cute characterisation, and I think more les mis fanfic should link to anarchist essays

• Lovesickness : Enjolras is an idiot and thinks he's sick rather than having a crush - the writing of Joly and Combeferre in this is some of my favourite depictions of these two

• If there's a rocket, tie me to it : absolutely heartbreaking sci-fi AU about the amis as doomed mecha pilots

• Where I Fall is Where I Land : Enjolras is a Roman commander as Rome's power is leaving England, and then meets the pict Grantaire (+ fun soulmark stuff !)

• You Started Foreign to Me : Enjolras moves to america and R is the overnight grocery clerk who helps her learn Spanish - cute fluffy lesbians with a wonderfully written driven Enjolras

• Love Is Touching Souls : very cute soulmate AU - and one I really love for really truly considering the implications of soul marks and creating historical lore around it

• Ten Years : R is a musician, and it non-linearly charts his relationship to Enj from high school to 10 years later

• put up with me then I'll make you see : Grantaire lives above Enjolras, and its christmas - I find it to have a very fun interpretation of pining Enjolras

• A Cat Called Trash Can : this was one of the first les mis fics I ever read (yes I know it says it was published in 2020, but I think it has to be a re-upload or something?) and it does still have a special place in my heart - Grantaire rescues a cat, but Enjolras is the only one with an apartment free to look after it

• Still I'm Begging to Be Free : inception AU where les amis have to rescue a sleeping R from his own brain

•I'm in it for You : cw: illness, cancer - R has cancer and is being a martyr about telling his friends so Enjolras drives him back from chemo

• walls come tumbling down : sky high au - a very good high school AU with the perfect level of campy superhero powers

• This brave new world's not like yesterday : Enjolras needs a job, so ends up working in a bowling alley with Grantaire and bonding

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

• In Defiance of All Geometry : les amis are a student co-op house, Enjolras and Combeferre are pining friends and Grantaire is the newbie

• Still the Same : this is very good writing and very compelling - if you can get over the (imo) plot hole of Enjolras working for the FBI. R was an art thief Enj put away and is briefly helping the FBI out, and Combeferre is Enjolras' husband

• To Kingdom Come : cw: war and PTSD from that, Enjolras and Combeferre are part of a group of refugees that have crossed into a more fantasy land, and Grantaire is a lone traveller from that land that attempts to help - that was a shit summary of this very emotional, wonderfully written fic about war and love in all forms

• Gonna need (a spark to ignite) : I always love a twist on a classic trope, and this is a very fun take on the soulmate AU - Enjolras loses feeling in his soul mark as a child, falls in love with Grantaire and then his soulmate, Combeferre, turns up

Eponine/Cosette

• Pretty Girls Don't Know the Things That I Know : simply stunning writing - perfect example of soft writing about a harsh world

• she knows her way around : Eponine and Cosette bond, ostensibly so Eponine can find out about her for Marius, and their interactions are so playful and realistic, its wonderful

• always find me floating on oceans : Cosette stows away on Eponine's pirate ship - I do always have a soft spot for eposette fics (not just cause I ship it) because they truly characterise Cosette in a really considered and interesting way

• There's No Making Love : I'm putting this under eposette even though there is some significant enjolras/grantaire content, because the Cosette characterisation is so fun and cute

• round and round again : this fic really beautifully translates Cosette's bad childhood and then isolated teenage years, and the impact that would have on her as an adult into a modern AU

• Underwater Thunderheards : this is based off the book The Scorpio Races, and is just a really nice short fic about longing

• How To Change The World Without Taking Power : Marius has a crush on Cosette and she's tried being polite and subtle in turning him down, so just ends up fake dating Eponine instead

• blood red fruit and poison's kiss : Snow White AU - Cosette as Snow White

• The Winters Cannot Fade Her : Snow White Au 2.0 - Eponine as Snow White - this was written as a pair to the one above which is just so cute to me

• marriage à la mode : Cosette and Eponine run a bridal shop together and it's very cute !

• Temporary Hold : I personally find this a really fun and very unique take on Cosette - with exams coming up she decides she needs to get laid on the reg and so hits up Eponine to act as if they're already long term girlfriends

Combeferre/Courfeyrac

• better than you had it : fake dating but kick it up an emotional notch - Courf and Ferre pretend to still be together after breaking up for a family event

• take flight, come near : nice and cute low fantasy, where Combeferre runs a dragon sanctuary and Courf finds an injured dragon

Rare Pairs

• The Future's Owned by You and Me : cute Enjolras/Feuilly with actual radical politics and real life organising difficulties and wins

• First Dates and Other Dangers : Combeferre and Grantaire agree to go on a blind date and it's awkward until it isn't - just cute !

• after midnight : Combeferre has insomnia and meets Grantaire in various all night fast food chains

• as you are : Bahorel and Jehan getting ready together

• Almost Romantic : Jehan works at a museum, and takes Combeferre on a little tour

• Understudy : Jehan/Combeferre, with Combeferre's insecurities regarding being seen as second best to Enjolras

• Here There Be Dragons : Courf/Enj/Ferre - Courf and Enj are superheroes and Ferre is the doctor that patches them up

• To Let it Occur (Laisser Faire la Nature) : Feuilly has a stupidly long stopover in Paris and meets Enjolras

• rule of three : Courf/Enj/Ferre as spies and loving boyfriends

• Good Rhetoric : snapshots of cute cuddly courf/enj/ferre

• subluxate, dislocate, replace : found family and chronic illness with Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta

• Strike stone, strike home (like lightning) : so this fic took one minor piece of lore about Tolkien's dwarves and made a beautiful j/b/m fic from it

• Almost Inevitable : Bahorel/Feuilly friends-with-benefits

• god only knows (what I'd be without you) : Bahorel/Feuilly with a closeted Feuilly and a beautiful Feuilly and Eponine friendship

#les miserables #fanfic rec #les mis #les miserables fanfic #les miserables fanfic rec

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Tales of Arcadia Fanfic Recommendations - Part 5

Can you believe we’re here again? I certainly can’t, five fanfic recommend lists is getting a bit on the silly side and yet here we are! This one started building within 24 hours of the last one and it seems about the right time to chuck it into the wilds for peeps to enjoy.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here!

General Trollhunters

Falling in the black - Jim had accepted his fate the moment he began pouring out the elixir Merlin made into the bathtub, all that was left now was to go through with it and hope he was doing the right thing.

Night of the CreepSlayerz - Morgana was defeated and the Trollhunter left Arcadia with many of it’s former residents in search of a brand new Heartstone thus the protection of the town fell to those left behind. It is not quiet though, far from it in fact, for in the fallen Market an evil yet stirs with a siren’s song...

and in the dark i can hear your heartbeat - It’s a long trip to New Jersey and for the only human not the easiest on her feet, still she has Jim with her. Jilaire fluff.

Champion - Angor ponders over what became of the troll he once was after he was forced into servitude by the Pale Lady.

A Mutually Beneficial Relationship - By chance, Angor Rot meets the Trollhunter Tellad-Urr.

General Wizards

A wizards associate - A lovely little tale of how Archie and Douxie possibly met for the first time. You never know what your kindness might produce.

Saudade - There was always gonna be an After when the Order had been temporarily beaten back and the successor to Merlin was forced to flee to keep Nari safe but this was never going to be an easy thing to bear. Follows multiple characters including stop offs with Jim n Co. and Zoe picking up the pieces of suddenly not being in the same town as her centuries long best friend. Does eventually go Zouxie!

Eye of the Hurricane - A lost moment after arriving at Hex tech, Douxie goes to take a breather and is given the chance to chat to Zoe, freshen up and wonder what on earth they’re gonna do now Jim has been captured. Zouxie fluff.

A Bit of Simple Magic - Technically before Wizards but since it has a couple mentions directly from Wizards I’m popping it here. This is shameless Zouxie fluff based on Teny’s artwork and I am HERE for it.

afterimage - An unusual one. A popular take is that certainly Skrael and Bellroc might have been human before becoming what we know them as now and this is a little bit of dabbling with young Bells who is figuring out they don’t appreciate gender nor long hair with the expectations it brings very much.

When You Least Expect - Panic attacks can happen to anybody and if Wizards had anything to say, Douxie has an awful lot of material should one be triggered.

Cantus In Memoriam - Some mercies are gifted like a blessing but to the hands that take it, it's a lie they need more than anything. The Arcane Order has lost, it’s true, but Douxie will take no joy in ending their long vigil.

alight - I may be a tiny bit biased here because there’s a reference to Ghost!AU but you know what screw it the author is great and deserves the love. Jim wants to go back to his second life, the one he thought would have been forever before he was revived into softer flesh but there is no guarantee he will be the same as he was then. Sometimes the possible comforts are worth the leap of faith it will take to get there.

Jim the Baby-Handed - Jim is home again, human and there is no getting around how things have shifted in his absence. Sometimes however, all you need to do is ask.

Stricklake

Strange Treasures - There is an aftermath to everything, even the Eternal Night and one that leaves Barbara wondering how she stands in it and particularly with regards to a certain changeling adrift himself who had once upon a time tried to kill her son.

The Only Constant - If Walter was offered the chance access his human appearance again after the Eternal Night, would he do it for her despite it would literally be walking into the unknown?

Tumblr Drabbles - He loves Barbara, he truly does, but after everything he had done to the final insult of Angor Rot coming for his own life and in turn threatening her in the process perhaps walking away is for the best. A broken heart in exchange for her life. The second one is an entirely different and is almost innocent Strickmar fluff, almost.

Alternate Universe

Another Dark Prince (Working Title) - Fate can be a strange thing sometimes. Gunmar could have escaped the Darklands far sooner but in lacking the army to go forth with his conquest is relegated to the shadows with his son and the changelings minding them whilst seeking the reopening on the Bridge for the third time. Following this thought further, perhaps a fatal accident could have led to the death of Barbara and a five year old Jim swept into the arms of a troll he would kill in another life on a promise to the deceased to keep him safe. Wouldn’t that have been a thing?

Arcane Blight - Another horror fic! There is something rather unsettling going on in Arcadia, one that contains no trolls in the conventional sense but doesn’t stop them being here, and the household the Lakes moved into seems to be treated with fear and distrust. That said there is the chance it’s more the location that’s the issue particularly with a school existing in fear of a certain ginger haired lad...

Mohs Scale - The fantastic Don't Listen to Kafka series got a new update! Sometimes you just want to help out your bestie who is going through very weird changes as his body is slowly becoming less and less human by giving him a pedicure.

Eternal Night - Gunmar was defeated at the Eternal Night but did not die, no he survived blinded and bound in chains by the mercy of the formerly human Trollhunter. Beware, even the presumed subdued still have their teeth.

Amnesia - Jim is in a blue body that cannot be quite right but he doesn’t know why, found half drowned by trolls and taking into their care. Cut off from those who might have known his old life and flung into a new strange one without his memories this boy is in for a ride while he tries to piece back together anything that makes sense.

Hope Dies Last - Nari said they would rip his soul to shreds if they caught him during her rescue from the Order’s stronghold, she spoke a very nearly fatal truth.

Fear of Fears - An AU of an AU in a sense, an alternate take of the fabulous Sunshine series and somewhat darker as the situation that starts far more innocently rapidly spirals out of control when Jim attempts to sneak out for Halloween but even then nobody could have expected the result. Heed the warnings in the tags they’re there for a reason.

Moirai - There is a danger when you take up the Skathe-Hrün that you may gain the attentions of eyes you would much rather did not and in Claire’s case, it is the notice of the assassin Angor Rot.

He lay dreaming - A follow up in a sense to the above, sometimes on rare occasions Angor by choice or not begins to dream.

The Pursuit of Stone; A Chance Meeting - Another part of the highly recommended The Heart of Janus series that has lore threads spread far and wide, a fine example both of why I adore Sam in his chaotic... Samness and another beat in the story of Otto Scaarbach’s rise to Grand Commandant in that even in the most unlikely places you may still find an ally, a future tool to be ultilised.

The OP in the very second of typing this had a sudden realisation that when the author sees this post will no doubt start laughing for. It’s for a good reason tho, promise.

The completely unrelated to this fandom fic

hell calls hell - This Overwatch R76 fic is an absolute bruiser of a read set in an alternate universe of royalty and political intrigue that I started reading blind and... Could not stop. The summary simply is A trained assassin sent to kill an emperor and his son encounters more than he bargained for and while true, does not do justice for the sheer amount of world building bursting from every seam being as much part of the plot as the very fabric the entire thing is soaked in.

#trollhunters #Wizards #ToAWizards #Tales of Arcadia

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You feel uncomfortable about Scepter 4 year-end track, is it because you're Reisaru shipper and in that track Fushimi ditched Munakata to chase Misaki? You know that the track was made by Yellow, one of official GoRa's members, right? The track is, sadly for you, canon.

Fushimi ditched Munakata? Oho, I support it fully. Like hell, sometimes on Drama CDs or short stories (especially Gakuen K) Fushimi is so tolerant with Munakata's shenanigans and made me want to scream "just kick him and run away Fushimi!" (Case point : Munakata fishing trip, Munakata got handcuffed, Munakata's King Game, Fushimi became Santa Claus). And for me, the fact that Fushimi can refuse Munakata and willing to do so without any fear or hesitation is the cute and healthy point of Reisaru. He already coldly rejected Munakata many times you know, like when he refused to accompany Munakata on his hobby because it reminded him of the time when he was roped by Totsuka into various activities, he refused to play cheese with Munakata, he refused to see autumn falling leaves together with Munakata on their day off, etc. So yeah, the fact that Fushimi ditched Munakata to chase Misaki didn't bother me at all.

So what made me feel uncomfortable for this track? Just one word, Timeline. The explanation is a bit meta-y so if you don't want read my rambling, the short answer is there's discrepancy with the main canon timeline, and while it's not impossible, the implication made me uncomfortable. Again, not impossible but hella uncomfortable for me. For full explanation....

See, for me, since most of K Drama CDs are mostly gag tracks, the ones that I treat as canon are Drama CDs that I think can be slotted in canon timeline. Drama CDs like Crow's Repayment, Snow White, and Izumo's Room are definitely not canon because there's no way those were happened on main timeline situation. Drama CDs like Everything Sank Except Me and That Guy and Munakata Fish The World is obviously placed after ROK (since Munakata got weakened like he can't pull a tire and Sarumi's improved relationship). Other drama like Munakata-kun's Strap, Elevator, or For Justice can easily be slotted in pre-anime or even post season 1. Window Shopping, Figure Direction, and Private Hero are obviously pre-anime by the casual appearance or mention of Mikoto and Totsuka. There are Drama CD that used as blatant promotion of K Project, like Guys Meeting in The Shower and it's Girl Version counterpart which completely break the fourth-wall by "Hey we are bunch of K boys in K world let's we dip in hot water and talk" which is definitely not gonna happen in canon.

So what category is YEP (Year End Party) Drama CD? It's logical enough to happen on canon. It didn't break any fourth wall. If we assumed that YEP Drama CD is truly happened on canon, on what period it's happened? It's definitely on pre-ROK, and by the casual mention of Mikoto, can it happen on pre-Season 1?

The answer is no. Why? Because unlike other Drama CD who has no mention of time as our foothold, YEP Drama CD has two hints about the specific time it happened. First, it's about year-end party, so the drama CD was happened on the end of December. Second, by the mention of ABCDEFGH as a squad that was expected to come by Munakata, it means that Scepter 4 Special Ops Squad was already formed, since before it ABCD were leaders of 1st-4th platoons and EFGH were ordinary swordsmen of 4th platoon. Is it impossible for them to have casual gathering together? No. Is it impossible for them to get grouped together on formal gathering with their boss? Yes. Because based on Scepter 4 structure, they were not a group yet, they were not even on the same platoon. Like, if EFGH was invited, how about the rest of 1st-3rd platoons? How about the 5th platoon leader and members? (Poor 5th platoon, they didn't get any screen time except a brief mention on Season 1 episode 8). And before Special Squad was formed, Fushimi is just an ordinary rank on Intelligent Division, so why did he come to gathering for Scepter 4 bosses and leaders of Swordsmen platoons, with bunch of troublemakers from 4th platoon? (I mean, yeah he is Munakata's favorite and the King's private soldier, but that was not.... an official title). The Drama CD with the mentioned casts was not logical to happen if Fushimi and ABCDEFGH was not yet grouped under a special group, which is currently named Special Ops Squad.

Now when we established that YEP drama CD happened on late December, before ROK and after Special Ops squad was formed, let's look at the detailed timeline of K :

Special Ops squad was formed on Side Blue, detailed time was on 1st May 2012. Fushimi particularly joined Special Ops Squad and became the third-in-command on 6th June 2012. So the mentioned casts (Special Ops Squad) plus Awashima and Fushimi were expected to have Year End Party together with Munakata, it certainly happened on late December 2012. And what happened on December 2012? Apocalypse well quite almost close to that. On 7th December 2012 Totsuka was dead, and 12 days after, on 19th December 2012 Mikoto was dead, killed by (a very unwilling) Munakata. So if YEP drama CD happened on 23-31 December 2012, more or less a week after the end of Season 1 and Mikoto's death, then...

-Scepter 4 ditched Munakata even thought they were aware that more or less a week before their King killed his friend. If the rest of squad didn't know about Mikorei's relationship, then at least Awashima knew how hard mental blow that was received by Munakata on K Season 1. Yet she still ditched Munakata. I don't know what happened on previous YEP, but would the ever loyal Awashima ditched her King when she knew that Munakata was very possibly on his sad and hurtful period?

-Fushimi taunted Yata with mentioning Mikoto just more or less a week after Mikoto's death. Sure we knew that Fushimi could taunt Yata even after Mikoto's death, but (I hope) he didn't specifically search for Yata and taunt him with how Homra and Mikoto is suck just after Mikoto's death. On canon, after Mikoto's death Fushimi avoided the hell of Yata and Homra, on Missing King Yata called him first, and on ROK, their meeting was coincidental.

-I love Scepter 4 as a whole, and I particularly love Munakata and Fushimi on the same degree. But my love for each of them is a little different. I love both of them to be happy of course, but if Fushimi got flooded with angst, I will feel "oh yeah Fushimi angst, mmm delicious, give me more" but if I stumbled upon Munakata angst I will feel "noooo don't be sad, I don't want him to be sad, please someone fix it!" Yeah sorry Fushimi XD. And that is the reason why I can't enjoy Mikorei after Mikoto's death, because watching Munakata's constant brooding over Mikoto's death is damn uncomfortable for me and I can't even feel sad along with him for Mikoto's death (I don't hate Mikoto, but I am indifferent about him). So yeah, hearing how Munakata sounded genuinely upset when Scepter 4 members ditched him, when Fushimi ditched him, when I heard Munakata's lament that he was alone on the end of video, when more or less a week before he killed his friend, I can't enjoy it. I can't laugh for Munakata's misery, I feel uncomfortable as hell instead.

Please note, just I said, the track is not impossible to be canon. Is it possible for Awashima and the rest of Scepter 4 members to be annoyed enough by Munakata to ditch him even though not long ago Munakata killed his friend and almost died in the process? Yes. Is it possible for Fushimi to taunt Yata with Mikoto after Mikoto’s death? Yes. Is it possible for Munakata to be left alone in a bar? Yes. BUT, as Fushimi, Munakata, Awashima, and overall Scepter 4 fans, that kind of portrayal makes me uncomfortable so much, especially since I valued Scepter 4′s bond so much and don’t care (or you can say quite disliked) about Sarumi’s taunting and fighting, also Munakata angsting over Mikoto. Also if the lack of Yata’s anger and depressed over Mikoto’s death means that the Drama CD happened before Season 1 a.k.a December 2011 (Fushimi joined Scepter 4 on October 2010, so December 2010 would be his first YEP and he shouldn’t know about previous party), then as Scepter 4 nerds I need explanation why only ABCDEFGH, Fushimi, and Awashima that was expected to come when they were not on the same squad before and Fushimi even just an ordinary member of Intelligence Division that rarely associate with Swordsmen Squad as Hidaka pointed out. Compare that to another Scepter 4 annual event like Flower Gazing that included Zenjou, Yayoi, and even we can assumed that there are other Scepter 4 member joined on flower gazing on other places. Also, Flower Gazing as annual event is already mentioned 4 times but there's no mention of Scepter 4 year-end party except on that Drama CD.

Speaking about portrayal, I also don’t like some of jokes on that track. Namely when Munakata said that he installed surveillance camera on Scepter 4 dorm, Awashima’s dorm to be exact. I knew that Munakata is an S and can quite ignore the concept of privacy and personal space, but as a boss and a man, just like Fushimi said, that action is a crime. And not the funny one. Awashima should and must protest for that, no matter how loyal she is to Munakata. And Fushimi as the main advocate of privacy and personal space should not accept that kind of behavior from Munakata and didn’t let Munakata be with just a simple protest. Honestly, if I have a boss who pulled that stint of me, no matter how amazing he is, I will lose my respect on him. And I respect the hell outta Munakata. I will not say that the track is mischarasterized Munakata, since as you said Kabei Yukako (Yellow) is the writer and she wrote an amazing Munakata in LSW and Sand Castle story, but maybe she played with fandom jokes “tyrant Munakata” a little bit too hard. So yeah, I prefer if that track, especially that particular aspect, is not canon.

Not that I hate the whole track of course. I like some trivia about Scepter 4, especially the ones that was confirmed canon on other materials like Awashima loves plushies and Benzai has younger sister. I also like when Fushimi can baffle Munakata with his card trick. But still, Scepter 4 YEP Drama CD is uncomfortable for me.

Also track like Megane of Blue is also written by Gora Orange, it didn’t break the fourth wall or seemed happened on alternate universe, but you don’t actually believe that in canon Munakata truly became crazy if he lost his glasses right? Especially since we already got 2 glasses-less Munakata and he turned out just fine (three if you count Optician Drama CD, which is canon since it was mentioned on Countdown). On drama CD, script writers often exaggerate characters to create a joke, either Gora or non Gora.

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Hey, I didn’t know whether to DM or what but I’ve been following you for some time now and I absolutely love your writing! I’m wanting to know, even though I like posts, submit an ask for blurb events or just submit an ask in general either as my profile or anon, that drawing too lol and I sometimes even share your writing with people I know. Is there any other way I can support you as a creator?❤️

oh my gosh this is such a lovely thing for you to ask and it really means a lot that you care about what i (and others) create that you want to help!! Also thank you for being patient and waiting for a reply - i wanted to wait until i was able to properly sit down and think about this one because theres a lot I could say. As it is this got kinda long and I really hope it makes sense. There’s probably more I could say but this gets at the main bits I think.

The TL;DR of it is that what you’re already doing is absolutely amazing but the biggest thing that will help creators is sharing their work!

And the rest of my thoughts are under the cut

So firstly, I just reblogged this post which talks about lurkers and I do agree with it to an extent! It isn’t always easy to comment or interact with someone’s post and like I love everyone who takes the time to click on anything I’ve written, even if they don’t tell me they clicked on it. Sometimes as a creator you can get caught up in how many notes your posts get but it’s important to remember that notes aren’t really That important. They’re a good way of measuring interest but theres probably people interested that you can’t see and that’s okay! So what you’re already doing is really so much more than I could ever ask for!!

But. I think it is also equally true that fandom content creators are struggling to be seen at the moment, especially regarding fics and especially in a fandom like the queen/borhap one which isn’t as big as it was 2 years ago after the movie was released. We are a relatively small fandom!! Certainly smaller than when I first joined. And the thing is, creators aren’t obligated to make things. They make things because they want to and they love it but it can be incredibly discouraging when it feels like no one cares. I write for you guys as much as I write for myself. If I just wrote for myself I wouldn’t bother editing and positing things, I’d just store them on my computer or maybe turn them into self published novels or something idk. And so I think supporting content creators (of all sorts, but im obviously speaking from a fic writer point of view) is incredibly important to keep this fandom going.

I think the biggest thing creators on tumblr struggle with is being seen. So the best way to help creators is to share their stuff! Likes are great for letting the OP know that you saw their stuff and liked it (or saved it for later), comments and requests and messages and all that are great for letting a creator know that you Enjoy what they make and want to see more of it or that you want to be friends with them and believe me i fucking adore getting asks and replies! It really makes my day when someone tells me they’re excited for something I’m working on or that they had an idea and think i’d do it justice (as long as they’re polite and not demanding about it) or just that they read something I wrote and it made them smile! But if we’re talking about helping content creators then there is one thing that helps above everythign else and that is sharing their work. Reblog it or link friends to it or whatever, just share it.

The tagging system on this website is finicky at best and that makes it difficult to get your fic seen by people who don’t follow you. The last two fics I posted didn’t show up in the tags i use and I cannot for the life of me work out why. I checked for ~inappropriate language~ in the tags and there was none, i didn’t link to outside websites, i did everything the exact same way as normal and it still didn’t work. Which means that I’m relying on the people that follow me and see the fic to pass it on to others. Not to brag but I have roughly 1700 followers (give or take some inactive/spam blogs). If every single one of them reblogged it and got 1 of their followers to see it then it would have reached 3400 people, or twice as many. Obviously that isn’t going to happen and it’s unrealistic to expect that. But by sharing a fic with one person you make a big difference! It means that one extra person saw it and had a chance to respond to it!

Now obviously not everyone feels comfortable reblogging fanfics, especially smutty rpf fanfics, on their main blog and thats totally fine! But if you make friends in the fandom and can say “hey did you see illfoandillfie’s latest fic” and link them then that’s really great! Or start an anonymous sideblog that you use solely for sharing fics you read! That’s how I started this blog! I’d been on tumblr for literally 10 years and I felt like my followers wouldn’t appreciate being inundated with rpf smut (especially when people i was friendly with were kinda anti rpf fics) so I started a sideblog to reblog fics I liked and post a few of my own!

From your message it sounds like you’re already doing a lot to try and help me as a creator and that is incredible! Don’t feel you have to do anything more than what you’re comfortable with. And I do want to acknowledge that, while this fandom has shrunk a bit, I do feel like it’s more interactive than before! My fics don’t get quite as many notes as they used to but I feel like more people comment on them and give me feedback and that is so unbelievably valuable!! I can’t stress how important every little thing is, anything that can let creators know you see them and see the time and effort they’re putting in.

#squishytaylor #one thing i didn't say which I will here #is that doing this stuff for me is wonderful and very much appreciated #but theres also lots of smaller content creators out there!#people who have just started writing and posting fics!#obviously you dont have to comment on or share fics you dont personally like #but if you find things from new creators or creators that dont seem to get as much attention as more popular blogs #then it definitely wouldnt go unnoticed

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Marinette did not sign up for this part 6

this part was broken in two for my sanity.

first part here previous part here ao3 here

Bruce is many things, including Batman. He is currently trying to figure out how to launch a search party for his daughter’s missing magic jewelry and to find the thieves. (god, he hasn’t even met her yet and she has so many problems. She needs him there already and he isn’t). He is a father to many children who are currently searching for her, and who only just thought to inform him of this fact. On top of that, he is Batman—Justice League, cases, and keeping up his aliases on top of managing his possibly injured son.

What he is not expecting is a call from Hal when he is mid-way through a case while keeping Red Hood down. He is not expecting for Oracle to patch him through, nor is he expecting it to include Diana and Arthur—granted they all know each other’s identities at this point, but still. He would like to be uniform when his allies call him for work. Instead, he’s in civvies, in Jason’s room on his laptop keeping his son in place by sitting at the foot of his bed and shooting him looks on occasion. The only mercy was it being audio only.

“Batman we need to have a talk,” Hal stated.

Jason decided to make a break for it while Bruce was distracted. Bruce tackled his son and dragged him back to bed. “Little busy. Someone with Pegasus’ abilities dropped Hood into the harbor and he’s on bedrest.”

“I object to this treatment! I’m fine!”

“Not until Agent A clears you.”

“Fuck you B.”

“Hood.”

Jason stuck out his tongue and relented for the moment.

“So you’re aware he pulled a gun on a kid?”

Bruce choked at that.

Jason sat up. “First of all, dart gun with knock outs thank you very much, second of all, kid clearly stole Ladybug’s whatever that lets her transform, same with the girl using the cat that clearly has a lot of anxiety and definitely should not be in the field if she’s hyperventilating!”

Bruce could feel Diana being held back by someone. Possibly Hal’s ring, or Arthur.

“That was a teammate certified by the Ladybug and Chat Noir as allowed to use their miraculous given that Ladybug was needed on another mission at the time. Mr. Bug has appeared once before when Ladybug was unable to appear, and Chatte Noire is usually for solo stealth missions but was called to handle this particular akuma.” Arthur explained. “Your son attacked Ladybug’s team and has only made them all more unwilling to allow any contact after Sandboy.”

Bruce froze. His daughter needs help, and is denying the league the right to after Jason’s (well-intentioned) actions.

“Are they—”

“Ladybug has stated that the League may not approach her team during patrol, which was our main contact point. Miss Sting has become their representative for any and all contact, save one Amazonian historian,” Diana hissed. “She is convinced your whole family is trying to kill her now. You are to keep your house out of Paris until this is handled—if it wasn’t for the team being convinced that Red Hood was one of Sandboy’s creations, we would not be allowed to contact her at all!”

Bruce froze. His daughter is terrified of his family—of her family. She thinks they are out to kill her. He need to have a family meeting, now.

“I’ll check their locations and bring them back.”

“You better!”

“It is not wise to anger the Savior and Destroyer, so do so as quickly as possible,” Arthur stressed.

“Seriously Bats, get your house in order.”

“Hey, he’s not in charge of us anymore,” Jason tried to defend, only his voice wasn’t all there. “We’re our own people here. He just makes sure we don’t bleed out at this point.”

“Might want to work on that too.” Bruce wasn’t focusing enough to tell which of them said that.

Jason was shockingly quiet after that, typing absently on his phone.

Bruce needed to fix this. He turned on his kids trackers, only to find they were already in Paris, or… moving toward it. And comms were down.

“Oracle, report.”

“Sorry B, but I think they found her and we may have pinned down Hawkmoth.”

Bruce wanted to scream. He didn’t. “Report the identity to the League and leave Paris, now.”

“… Tim isn’t responding, Cass has plans with a family, and Steph is part of those, so you’re going to have to wait a day or so.”

Jason typed harder, but said nothing. Bruce could feel the self-recrimination and knew better than to intervene just yet. When he put down the phone (and when Bruce finished his own investigation on this matter) they would talk. For now, he had to wait.

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Nino is a lot of things. Amazing director (albeit a tyrant as one), a top notch dj, and a superhero. He is also smart, charming, and very good at reading people and knowing when something is up. Perks of being Carapace and having Wayzz all the time—people’s weaknesses are a lot easier to spot now, and any fronts they try to put up, he already sees right through them. Especially when its someone he’s known forever.

Marinette has been on edge, around the same time as Ladybug started acting up. Granted, finding out she has a pen knife last year by her accidently using it to draw in class that one time did give him a wakeup call on Marinette having a paranoia streak on top of her anxiety, but usually the girl calmed down during school or when she was designing during breaks.

This time, that wasn’t happening. He’s… not sure how to get her to open up on this one. Looking over her shoulder and the constant twitching meant she was probably hit hard by Sandboy last night, and hadn’t recovered yet. He really wished he got a few hits in himself on the akuma—it always messed up everyone afterwards. And Marinette didn’t need the extra stress with her new designs for the Worst Father Ever’s company and tests that week.

And yet here they are, with her on edge. Most of the class was hit, and no one was at a hundred percent and all, he got that but…

“Sandboy?” Nino started, hoping it was casual enough that Marinette didn’t catch how frustrated he was with all of this. Ladybug was missing last night so Mr. Bug was there, Chatte was filling in for Chat and had an anxiety attack, the battle took way too long and it was so painfully clear that Chatte isn’t a hitter and that Mr. Bug is no strategist. Viperion stepped into that role with ease when he managed to get there, but still. The whole situation was messed up and he couldn’t fix it. Even when its hurting his friends.

Marinette let out a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“Wanna talk about it or…”

“NO! I—I never wanted to, I…” Marinette was at a loss for words again, tugging at her hair.

“Its okay dudette.” He made sure to take her hands out of her hair before she knotted it like she did when they were kids. She hated getting them out after, always cried a bit from how much it hurt with how big her knots would get and how uncooperative they were. “That bad?”

Marinette nodded, curled in a bit. “I never want it to happen for real.”

Nino wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was, but it couldn’t be good. He know how bad some of Sandboy’s nightmares were—getting chased by his own fear of absolute failure being voiced by his idols still stung to this day.

“Hey, if it tries to, you got us—me, my bro, your bestie and let’s not forget Miss “I am the storm” will be there.”

“And Kagami!” Alya added with a grin as she came over with his bro. “She’s already claimed the right to destroy anyone that hurts you.”

Adrien’s grin may as well have split his face. “She has, hasn’t she.”

Marinette turned to fight with Adrien, as something was going on between those two, Adrien clearly had an idea what it was, but given the whole thing with Luka’s fans getting on her back about using him to get famous and the fall out…

Nino shook his head to banish that particular akuma—fans are the worst kind of akuma. Love akuma are really annoying in their abilities, but he can defend against all of their power-sets so far. Fan akumas are always wildcards and he’s usually not the most helpful against them.

He hopes he can keep Ladybug and Marinette safe. His job is to defend and shelter—in and out of the mask. That’s what he’s decided to do, at least.

“Aw, look at them. Now if only they were like this back when operations secret garden was a go.”

Nino raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing you need to worry about, before we got together.”

“Uh huh.” Nino could and would worry about it. Was that a ‘get them together’ operation or a ‘teach Adrien and Marinette how to be people and no run from the sight of each other’ operation? First year ops outside of the mask were weird and he wasn’t in on them until a few months after he and Alya finally got together (at his best bro and favorite dudette’s brand of meddling).

Adrien is glad for many things since getting the ring. One of them is his partner and after finding out who she was (post-‘oh my god she hates me as a civilian’ episode), her brand of scheming. Which included (after he got her to conceded that his father may be bad but he is not Hawkmoth level bad) her managing to end up as his Father’s current ‘mentee’ of choice after she won the hat competition, and he showed off the scarf she made him last year. Gabriel had a rule of not working with designers that hadn’t made a name for themselves already—Marinette had by the time she was fourteen as MDC—Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale’s joint-custody personal designers.

Father only found out MDC was Marinette from the scarf. He’d met Clara again at an event and she had the same style of embroidery and threading. Only it was after Adrien got his scarf.

Marinette plotted this--down to the fashion week event and Clara going to talk to Gabriel about his opinion on the work done to her scarf and how long he thought it would take MDC to make the same thing on a dress, roughly, since the designer does the embroidery by hand instead of letting Clara’s seamstress handle it given the intricate lace-like pattern.

Gabriel had called Marinette on the landline—the landline—that night and offered to mentor her on how to broaden her work for the masses, without taking away from her school and downtime, or interfering with MDC’s work.

So far, Marinette has gathered them a pool of seventy two people, name and contact information, that Markov, Max and Alya are co-investigating as Hawkmoth.

The trade off to all of that is “Marinette” brand consultation under the Gabriel brand, a studio with walk-in and appointed consultations, and being there on time.

Adrien managed to get them there a half hour early, and she still wasn’t relaxed. The unofficial appointment is in twenty minutes, and Marinette is shaken from Sandboy, but doesn’t want to talk about anything Miraculous, and he hasn’t had time for videogames lately, so. Distraction time.

“How did you get into fashion again?” Adrien toyed with his phone, knowing damn well how she ended up this far into fashion, but he did love watching her get worked up and go off.

“First of all, this industry doesn’t make anything for you if you’re short that isn’t petite, and that’s a nightmare to look for as a kid. Then there was Maman having trouble finding things that fit her nicely and from there looking for women’s or girls clothes is just disappointment after disappointment.”

“How so?” Adrien hid his grin behind his phone.

“How—how so! Your father keeps wanting me to keep pockets out of designs because real pockets aren’t ‘in’ for women’s fashion. Lies! They are always in, women always want pockets and real pockets! Pockets are wonderful and the deeper the better.”

“Mh hm.” Adrien knew that from previous rant sessions.

“Then there’s the whole lack of body types and fits and don’t get me started on every white shirt being seem through, or a button up that doesn’t button right, or both. There is a reason why I make clothes for Mylene and her mom since I started doing commissions in the first place, and that is only one of them!”

Adrien leaned forward then. “So anything else?”

“Fix the sizing system already—using measurements that we already use when getting clothes online for conversion charts, only no ‘small, medium, large’ just the amount of fabric at each measurement and a rough of how it fits on different sizes where from there!”

Adrien checked the time. Ten minutes to, and this guy sounded like the early type.

“Alright, better now?”

Marinette blinked a few times, rage vanishing as she processed what happened. “… yes.”

“Good, feel ready to work out a rough?”

Marinette smirked. “They won’t know what hit them!”

Tim walked in and decided this candidate was high on his personal choice of who he’s like to be baby bat. The girl had cookies at the ready with coffee (real coffee, making her much better than Marie Ann) and didn’t bat an eyelash at the Wayne name. So either cool under pressure, or doesn’t care for celebrity status, either way a bonus in his books.

Then came how she just… had that same look Bruce gets when working out one of Riddler’s puzzles, only while she was working out a suit for him. She was just in charge of the design portion—Gabriel assured him he’d check over the whole thing and handle production and all. But this suit she worked out in minutes—even grumbling about making sure his pockets were at easy access level for him to grab his phone in case of emergencies and checking over his phone to shape the pocket and cut with that in mind—he likes it.

Given her features, she wouldn’t be out of place in the family—blue eyes and black hair for the win once again. And she clearly understood professionalism, even if she was being monitored by Gabriel’s son who seemed content to let her operate without asking any questions beyond asking him if he had any fabrics he didn’t want or any skin sensitivities.

Her measurement taking was faster than he was used to with tailors, and she admitted it was a double check and checking the fits he already uses to further incorporate it into the design.

No matter how this pans out, he’s decided he’s keeping her on as a designer at the very least. And that Janet’s DNA test comes back negative. This Marinette is his new favorite pick, and she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Plus, she already wears her hair like Ladybug and turned that into a casual nickname, so extra bonus on secret identity keeping cred if she is.

Now he just needs to find out if she really is and then drop the bomb on her while working out if she’s undercover working Gabriel/Hawkmoth, or not. If she is, damn. If not, he’s giving her ‘spot the bad guy’ lessons, price—one cup of coffee.

next part is in the works, its just a lot lore-wise and detective-wise with bats talking to Baby Bat with No Idea its Baby Bat until whoops, too late. Oops

anyone knows how to add the readmore, feel free to comment or message me

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samrosemodblog · 4 years

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This is a political post.

I’m putting it under a read more if you’re trying to take time away from it to recover, if the full thing loads for you anyway (cause I know Tumblr mobile stuff is weird) I apologize.

I’m not really one to talk about this sort of stuff so this will likely be my only personal post about it, but I do need to at least say my piece for my own sake of mind, and the friends I have who are fighting for justice.

I know, for a fact, that I’m not much of a fighter. By my nature, I’ve been a pacifist for most of my life. The most violent thing I can remember doing, is in a fit of anger of being gaslit and mistreated, I shoved someone’s shoulder, and I’ve deeply regretted doing that ever since.

I support the peaceful protests, but I hate the violence being thrown onto those people just for speaking out.

Watching, on live television, as peaceful protesters are tear gassed and shot, as the President literally declared war on the American people, and did so just so he could take a photo op in front of a fucking church...

I was so angry I felt broken.

My friends had a Charity livestream and part of me wanted to help, but I knew myself. I couldn’t art. I TRIED to art, and it came out below my standards, below what I want to present. I’m likely going to have to re-draw a bunch of what I did draw, but that’s okay, I can do that later. Art can be re-done anytime.

And I’ve genuinely been trying to think of what I can do to help. Sparing money isn’t really an option for me, I already make well below minimum wage and a lot of that money goes into bills and savings. I’m fortunate enough to have a situation where my bills are cheap, but I don’t have a regular ‘job’. If my Patreon dips significantly, I can’t keep doing what I do because I’ll have to spend all my time on commissions.

And I know I’m too scared to protest. If being in my own home fills me with anxiety, fear, and anger, then being out on the streets...

Not a lot of people know this, but I have a genuine phobia of guns. Like, crippling, anxiety riddled, panic-attack causing phobia. It was already hard enough being near an officer with a holstered gun and a happy attitude who was there to protect us, let alone a disgruntled one who is upset because he’s been pushed around by protesters for days.

I remember going to my sister’s graduation, where she became a nurse. At that graduation, there was a whole group of officers in full protective gear, openly carrying assault rifles.

As I sat in that stadium waiting for my sister to walk, all I could think was “What if one of those officers decided he’d had enough and opened fire in this stadium? What would it matter to me if he got the justice that was coming to him for doing so if I was dead? I wouldn’t ‘rest easy’, I’d be dead, because he made a split decision to open fire.”

And that thought goes through me any time I see a gun. It doesn’t matter how much I trust someone, how much they studied gun discipline, how much I’m certain they won’t shoot to kill.

Guns are made to kill, and only to kill. And all it takes is a single second for someone to have a lapse of judgement, or full intent, to end so many people...

And with the way things are escalating with the riots, I’m terrified of that happening. Apparently at least one officer has already been shot dead, and there’s no telling if things will continue to escalate. The President sure as hell has me terrified he’s going to use the military to open fire on the American public.

So I want to support the protesters. I want to support the people who have been wrongfully imprisoned. I want to support complete police reform, because I recognize that they have too much power right now. I want to support Black Lives Matter, not because I don’t believe All Lives Matter, but because I recognize that there is still so much racism in this country, with hard physical proof and evidence of it all around us.

No, rioting and looting don’t help things, but I’m not about to cry over Target losing a couple of TVs when people are losing their lives. A building might be burnt down, and businesses might be forced to close, but at least those people are still alive.

Things can be replaced. Lives can not.

But I’m limited with what I can do, and I recognize that. And I’ve been trying to think of anyway I can help, even if its just a little bit.

And as I was watching Netflix last night to try and get myself back into a place where I could function, that was what I realized I wanted to do.

I want to create art for those people to come back to. When they’ve been beaten down and are exhausted, when they need a break from their lives falling apart and fighting the fight, I want them to have something to come back to that lets them get away from it all. If only for a little bit, if only to give them some hope of a happier future.

I love telling stories. I love creating art for people. I love making things that make people realize they can be better, or that things don’t always have to be so hard. That no matter how dark things are, there is a fighting chance.

And right now I don’t know if that means making even more art than I was before, or just maintaining the momentum I have been, but even if it is just the latter, at least I’ll have hope that its helping someone somewhere.

Even though I’m relatively a nobody in any community, maybe I can do this small bit to help. And maybe that won’t be enough for some people, and that’s okay. Because I know I want to do what I can, and this is what I feel is the best I can do, given everything I know about myself.

And if I can do more later, I’ll try to do more then too. Because people don’t deserve to be hurt, and people’s voices deserve to be heard. If there’s a problem, it should be fixed, not just denied to maintain the status quo of fear and hatred.

And come November, for the love of God, please vote for ANYONE other than a President who thinks its ever okay to occupy American cities with the military to force his will upon the people. I don’t even care if you vote for a chicken, because a chicken would be a better President. Just please vote.

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doof-doofblog · 4 years

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"This Is What Happened That Night! The Truth!"

Tuesday 12th May 2020

Evening folks! As promised, I am back with a second blog of the day, following tonight's episode. Can someone clarify for me, I'm hearing lots of different bits of news right now ... If someone can let me know for sure i'd deeply appreciate it! So, over the weekend the news was announced that EastEnders would have to be taken off air due to the cast and crew unable to get back to filming, so in time ... the soap will be off our screens for a while. However, i'm sure I saw something mentioned today that apparently the soaps Coronation Street, Emmerdale and now EastEnders have all been given the go ahead to resume filming. Either way, I'm hoping they will be back to the Square soon and they can get back to the story-lines we're all loving right now!

Anyway, let's focus on tonight's episode ... Can anyone tell me what's going on with Isaac right now?! I get he's still reeling from the information his Mother told him about Patrick being his biological father. But I think he's acting completely childish and as soon as he gets caught doing something he shouldn't, he sulks like a kid! First, he decides to call in sink and avoids going to work and looking after a group of school children. It's clear he's drinking his sorrow's away, but seriously, that's not going to help is it? He sneaks into Denise's hair salon and swipes a bottle from the cupboard, and even then when Denise caught him, she knew he was up to something! THEN he goes to pee in the middle of Square, almost being caught by children ... it was lucky Denise caught him before they did! But bloody hell! What is going through his mind? I get it's probably a lot to take in, and the fact that Sheree and Patrick are away at the minute to give him a bit of space, with Denise only looking out for him at the moment, I feel like he's just going to go completely off the scale. Is he going to lose his job because of skiving so much? I mean, I don't think he's been to work once since finding out the truth about his Dad. He offered to tutor Tommy for a few free sessions, but other than that, he's not done much else. I don't really know what's happening with Isaac and i'm unsure what's going to happen when Patrick and Sheree return. Hopefully Denise can keep him in line and look out for him while they're away, even though he is not her responsibility.

Okay, so Rainie targeted Habiba in getting her to fish for information about Max and how much he owns of the restaurant. Maybe they'll come up with a plan? Will Habiba be able to get the information that Rainie needs? I'm intrigued to see how this one will go down! Will Max eventually click, or will he be oblivious to Habiba's sneakiness and Rainie's plan?!

Uh-oh! Turns out that Phil knows the exact plan that's going to happen with this dodgy deal with Danny. Money is going to be hidden somewhere in a building that the police are going to raid once they know the money is going to be nicked. I got a bit concerned for Ben when Phil mentioned that the building will be dark inside, so that means even more cause for concern for Ben ... if he's involved and he goes with Phil to the site, there's a chance he may not be able to see and hear what's going on around him. I hope Ben realises that he can't do it, he'll be getting himself in more danger if anything goes wrong and he wont be able to find his way out! I'm trying to think ahead as to what we might see, that is, if we get to see, this event happen. Will Phil be okay? Could he be caught in the crossfire because he brought Ben along? There's so many things that could go wrong, is it bad to say that i'm kinda scared for both Ben and Phil?! Even Callum?! What if he does know what's happening and he finds out Ben is involved, could he get himself caught up in it, trying to either help his boyfriend or try and do his job! It's an interesting situation! Tonight, Ben was in this hospital waiting for his operation to take place, Callum said to him that he'd be there every step of the way. It was only when Ben started pushing his partner for information that Callum eventually realised what his boyfriend was really up to! It's sad that Callum is feeling used. I do believe that Ben wants the best for Callum, but the fact that he's doing a dodgy bit of business, which Callum may know about, and realising that he could be putting his job on the line if he were to tell him certain information, it's the worst thing he could've asked him to do. Do you think Ben even wanted to do it? Was he just trying to impress his Dad to prove he could get information from Callum? There are many ways in which you could look at it, I think it's just a shame that Callum felt used and decided to leave Ben there to have the operation on his own! Will his op be a success and will Ben and Callum be able to get past this? But most importantly, will everything go to plan and will they both be okay?

Oh Jean!! Does anyone else have a feeling that Kush and Shirley might have accidentally given Jean an overdose of her medication?! They might be unsure as to how much she's supposed to take, plus the fact she's not been taking any for weeks, to then be given some at such a rapid amount, it'll be a big shock to the system, surely?! She was struggling for breath and she was losing her balance and feeling dizzy! Could it maybe be the lack of medication she's taking (or not) and her body is desperate for more? I'm unsure about bipolar medication, but i'm just assuming what could happen next. One thing for sure is that Shirley and Kush are going to be feeling guilty, perhaps, in upcoming episodes? Guilty and more worried for poor Jean? Will she be okay? Will we find out what caused her to have a seizure?!

Oh no! Keegan! What are you doing?! After Jack tried to help up and off his own back, risking his job, managed to get a video from a witness of the night in question regarding Keegan. Keegan has been sulking for what feels like weeks now after being arrested by the police, after being accused of throwing a brick and restricting arrest. Everyone around him is trying to keep him upbeat and remain positive for him and he's just refusing to let anyone help him. Tiffany is seeing to his business for him, putting together and selling sandwiches, because he's started to give up. Jack has taken them both in after they found out they've been kicked out of their apartment, and yet Keegan is still remaining miserable. Denise seems to understand the young lad, mainly that she's also experienced the same thing in her life, which she mentioned to Jack. She made it clear to Jack that Keegan, Mitch and herself have all been treated differently, just because of the colour of their skin. It was then that Jack realised and he did something, he really shouldn't have done! Fair enough, show them the footage, but giving them to the USB stick was definitely a bad idea! It's fair to say that Keegan wants to clear his name, but the way he's done it, by sharing it on social media, is certainly the wrong way! He's literally just jeopardised Jack's career! Once Tiffany and Jack find out, they are going to be livid with him! What's going to happen to Jack now? Could he get suspended, or even fired? Will Keegan still get the justice he's so longing for? I feel sorry for Keegan, but I think he's gone about it completely the wrong way, only time will tell now what'll happen!

I know it's a little shorter this post tonight guys, I hope I've managed to cover everything that's currently going on. Thank you for being incredibly patient with me. Another long week to wait now until we see what happens next. Keep yourself safe! Look after yourself and we'll get through this tough time together! There is a light at the end of the tunnel, this will not last forever and we will see each other again! Enjoy the rest of your week guys! xXx

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