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candreloup · 3 years

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I started to read your work and I absolutely love your writing! So I wanted send a request you could maybe do: A timid and shy hero is sent to fight a rather known cruel and flirty villain. But when the villain sees the hero is afraid of them the villain tries to be a bit more softer maybe even going so far as to comfort said hero who terrified of them.

Thank you so much! Also- HOLY MOLY MY OTHER POST BLEW UP AAA- um, thank you guys so, SO much for all the positive feedback and thank you so much to all the people who re-blogged my post! (I woke up and saw that shtuff and went AaaAAAA) Anyways, here's this ask! ('tis a good one :D)

Villain was sick and tired of waiting. If they were going to send someone to confront Villain, they should have just sent them. It made them angrier than they should have been. Maybe it was the fact that they couldn't have a life because of those so-called "heroes", or maybe it was just that Villain was so tired of being so one-dimensional. Of being whispered about, hated and scorned for something that they weren't. The creepy, sadistic villain sitting in their cold stone lair, waiting for the next victim to be sent in.

Villain was still a human. Not some monster to be taken down and killed, not some corrupt evil genius that only lived to harm- they were a human. But everyone seemed to lose sight of that fact.

A knock startled Villain out of their reverie. "What is it," Villain snapped, bracing themselves for the inevitable blustering "hero" bursting through the door, spouting nonsense about how they were going to take Villain down "once and for all". Instead, the door only creaked open a crack, and a timid voice called, "H-hello?"

Villain couldn't help but be surprised. After all, hadn't it been just yesterday that they had received a message telling them that they were "Finally getting what's coming to you" ? Hadn't they seen over and over the brand of person being sent to them, heard the countless rumors and criticisms being spread behind their backs? But this was different. The shy, quiet voice- albeit rather frightened- was new. Sent to take you down. Ha! Hero didn't seem like they could take down a rabbit. Of course, Villain had learned not to judge by the first impression. Who knew what they had hidden under their sleeves; who knew what could happen if they let their guard down. No, for now Villain would simply wait and watch, letting their instinct guide them.

"U-um, I think... I'm supposed t-to be here?" Hero stammered, still peeking through a tiny crack in the door. Villain sighed. Seems I'll have to be the initiator. Hero cracked open the door a touch more, making a small sound of surprise when they saw Villain striding towards them. "Uh, well- um- I d-don't know w-what I'm su-supposed to b-be doing here..." Villain didn't stop. Instead, they made the final steps to the door, forcing it open despite Hero's desperate attempts to keep it closed to reveal a small black-haired head and wide brown eyes, staring up at Villain in fear.

"Come in," Villain growled. Perhaps a tad too aggressive, as Hero shrunk back even further. "Come in," they said again, this time more gently. "I'm not going to hurt you." Hero looked up at Villain's face again, obviously trying to figure out if Villain was telling the truth.

God, they were so transparent it was almost a joke. Villain could almost see the gears turning in their head, see the thought process of "should I trust them?". "Well, don't just stand there," Villain said, getting frustrated with holding the door open. "Come in." When Hero still remained in place, Villain sighed in frustration and pulled Hero into the room. "I told you, I won't hurt you. Here, I'll leave the door open. There. Happy?" Hero's eyes darted nervously around the room, observing and finally landing on the open door. "No. You,"-Villain pointed at Hero- "There." Villain gestured to a couch. "Let's talk."

It was only after a few minutes of Villain talking and too much awkward silence that Hero finally spoke up.

"So... what are you here for? And don't say you don't know. I know you know why you're here. You can't fool me with your feeble attempts at lying."

"Well, I think... they told me to just, uh, come here? And um, well..." Hero glanced nervously at Villain, clearly afraid to finish their sentence. Villain just gestured at Hero to continue. Hero gulped nervously and finished, "They told me to try and kill you." The last words rang out in the empty room, echoing into silence.

"And what do you think?" Villain said softly.

"W-well, I think... maybe you're not such a bad person? And, I don't really know... why? I-I mean, I've heard lots of bad things about you... But, you don't, you know, seem... that bad...?" Hero trailed off, looking down at their feet.

Villain didn't know what to make of Hero. They were so strange, so... different. They came into Villain's lair like a frightened bunny, shaking and stammering and hiding behind doors. They were transparent, naïve and innocent. How the hell did they end up working for the organization? And yet, the change was a welcome one. It felt good, to be finally recognized as something more than just a "villain". To be finally acknowledged as maybe a little more than just a 1d caricature of a person. It was refreshing. And made Villain feel too possessive than they were comfortable with.

"V-villain?"

Villain looked up at Hero again.

"U-um, sorry- you weren't... talking a lot... Did I say something wrong?" Hero looked concerned. Yet another surprise. Villain stared at them for a second before bursting into laughter. Loud, clear laughter that filled the room and lasted for much longer than it should have. "W-wait! Why- Why are you laughing? Villain?"

As Villain's laughter died down and they wiped away tears, still having small bursts of chuckling to themselves, they noticed Hero's clearly confused face. "Um... Why did you laugh? What was so funny?"

"Ah, nothing, nothing." Concern. What a joke. As if a hero coming from the organization could be concerned for the person they were going to kill. That they'd met literally a few minutes ago. The thought made Villain want to laugh again. But for some reason, looking at Hero, the concern felt genuine. They could almost believe that Hero was actually concerned. Almost.

Don't let your guard down, Villain. You never know.

"Villain?" Hero hesitantly raised their hand as if to try and touch something. Then put it down again. "Um, Villain?"

Villain was instantly on their guard, preparing for some sort of attack. "Yes?" they asked warily, waiting for Hero to completely change personality or whip out some sort of secret weapon. Instead, what Hero said caught Villain completely off-guard.

"Um, could I... touch your hair?"

"What?"

Hero went into overdrive explanation mode. "Uh, I know it's a really weird request but, I mean, I just thought- your hair looked- I mean, I think your hair looks really soft, and I just kind of- I mean, maybe I shouldn't have said that but-" Villain cut Hero off.

"Sure." Hero froze for a second. Villain couldn't help but laugh to themselves at Hero's dumbstruck look. I don't even know honestly if they can kill me, even if they tried. "You can touch my hair."

Hero reached out a hand hesitantly. "A-are you sure? I know it's a really weird question..." Villain grabbed Hero's wrist and pulled it towards their head.

"I told you, go ahead."

Hero reached out, softly patting Villain on the head. Villain had a thought as Hero started to touch their head with both hands. What the fuck am I doing? Am I a cat? But that thought left their mind as Hero started to move closer, playing with Villain's hair.

"It's so soft," Hero said, mesmerized. "Um... can I braid your hair?"

A few moments later Villain was lying in Hero's lap as they braided Villain's hair. How did I get here? Seriously... Oh well. Hero's gentle touch and their warmth made Villain drowsy, all suspicious thoughts driven out of their head. If they really wanted to try to kill me, they would have done it a long time ago. Anyways, it felt good, letting their guard down in front of someone. Even if they died here, it would be worth it. This little bit of peace felt heavenly, the soft sound of Hero humming sending Villain slowly to sleep. It was worth it.

The room was cold, full of the quiet sounds of technology working. In the screen in front of them they could see Villain's face, eyes slowly closing. "Who knew the mighty Villain could be taken down so easily by such a simple trap?" A voice echoed through the room, coming from the figure sitting in a chair in front of the large control panel taking up much of the space. Who knew indeed. All along, the only thing they had to do to completely take Villain off their guard was that fool of a Hero, so stupidly naïve and innocent. It was so easy it was almost laughable. Villain, lying in someone's lap and letting them braid their hair? Ha! And yet, a little bit of stammering later and they had exactly what they wanted. God, they were both so predictable. So easy to manipulate. So stupid.

#villain #hero #villain x hero #hero x villain #hero and villain #villain and hero #fluff #villain hero fluff #soft bois #organization #manipulation oooOoo #nO VILLAIN NO #likeable villain

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. there's a part of me that wants to laugh at posts like that "body diversity" in LO, but at the same time i just pity them. its very clear to me LO fans are becoming a bit more aware it's not living up to its progressive and feminist claims and they're just resorting to crumbs or just making stuff up to try and make it seem deeper than it actually is. they didnt need to hype it up a something its not, and now they're double down and making themselves look foolish in trying to make up for it.

2. i dont think webtoons knows what a graphic novel is either if theyre called the print version of LO that, bc GNs require a storyline and arcs to be done in one book, not hacked up into pieces like rachel is doing (for that sweet $$$). like hooky's print version is a graphic novel because it's self contained story, LO is not that.

3. yeah itd be one thing if pysche was depicted with textured hair from the beginning, but she wasnt. so now rachel giving her textured hair (i swear does she know there are actual natural hair and braid brushes for her to use?) just looks like her realizing nearly 4 years in she made an all white, straight cast and is trying to diversify it now for brownie points. its like jkr claiming her//mione could have been black despite her being called white in the text. it's just virtue signaling.

4. ngl its kinda a bad look all the LO merch and stuff webtoons uses for ads are at best only from the first 25 ish episodes, but more so only the first THREE episodes. like why arent you guys using more recent art? surely they should showcase what the comic is currently like, right? seems a bit weird to not show how much its degraded since early 2018 ...

5. the thing with comics and esp webtoons is like sure yeah on some panels you can get more cartoony with the anatomy for like a comedic moment or w/e, but rachel and the art team literally cannot keep the characters looking even in the same style from panel to panel, which isnt good. the characters cant suddenly change body types and whole facial features in the span of a few seconds, that's not a good style, thats laziness and a lack of consistency on everyone's part.

6. hades in the hades game is literally the antagonist and even he makes sure everyone is paid, gets time off, benefits, and even throughout the game gets them perks like a more entertainment and leisure options, hes literally the barely minimum to be better than and lo hades is a thousand times worse.

7. I feel like RS is trying to pull the whole "Three brothers! Two are crazy and wacky and the third is the straight man!" Trope with Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon. Except, for whatever reason, it's REALLY not working???

8. is lo artemis supposed to be british or is that anon just joking? bc if not does rachel know claiming greek mythology and making them a bunch of british people is heavily connected to really racist and white washing ideals? especially with the british colonizing and looting greece of their stories, culture, and artifacts as their own? then again rachel's ancestors were english ppl who even england couldnt stand so i guess we cant be surprised the colonizer gene is still in there 💀

From OP, not Anon: Honestly, I'm not sure since that could just be that anon's interpretation. From her dream cast, she picked a black woman to be Artemis so I think that counts for something. Although, I feel like RS might change it if she were to redo her dream cast because that would also mean Apollo (and most likely Leto) would be black and that's not a good look imo. Especially since Persephone would be played by white/fair-skinned actors.

9. its weird how LO fans go "according to the myths" when trying to justify anything in the comic because like what myth(s) is it even going off of? theres no myth persephone goes willingly, or of her on trial of mass murder, or apollo r//ping her, or her being involved with daphne, or hades and hera having an affair, or all these other made up plots. they cant go "according to the myths" when maybe 1% of any of it being myth accurate, with the rest just being rachel's nonsense fanfic.

10. i already have a problem with how rachel depicts the gods, but her idea that zeus isnt really that powerful, respected, or important compared to someone like hades and persephone is an insult. im not saying you have to like zeus, but he was and still seen as a major important religious and cultural figure, and to remove all his importance to prop up "her faves" isn't just bad writing, it spits in the face of centuries of his cultural and religious significance. it's not honoring, it's insulting.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 35

ooooh baby functionist universe time

the cover with the neon ‘everything is fine’ sign is rlly good but also the pile of dead data stick bots makes me so sad omg noooo they're so cute leave them alone :(

minimus and rewind...! its so cool seeing them interact

also I just love the crowd shot, and you can immediately see that there are a ton of data stick bots like rewind around - which isn't what we’re used to at all

also some good ole totalitarian govt stuff like the ‘you are our eyes’ sign (which, in retrospect, is fucking evil damnnnn)

also I'm so [eyezoom] on this functionist universe stuff bc like, this is basically the only time we ever see dominus be a character (rather than hearing abt him thru other characters), and even so he remains pretty ambiguous

like, minimus clearly isn't thrilled that dominus didn't show up to see him at the space airport or w/e when they've been apart for two million years - and even tho we later see why he didn't show up, it still shows that there's some tension there

the amount of crowd shots in this issue is insane

oooof, the fact that they sold luna 2 - and to the black box consortia, who we just heard about last chapter when they previously got into a space battle w/the galactic council and the djd

fu!minimus being part of the primal vanguard is interesting, I wanna see more about that. what was he doing w/them for 2 million years?

rewind just casually saying this completely fucked stuff, like that the govt ‘outlawed the intellectual class’ and ‘deported the knock-offs’ (which I'm assuming is cold constructed bots?)

I really like the sense we get thru minimus and rewind’s convo that all of this fucked up stuff has happened slowly enough that its become almost normal - like, they talk about it casually, even though its clear they don't necessarily agree with any of it

plus the sense of ‘even if things get really bad ill be okay’ that both rewind and minimus seem to adhere to - rewind having been upgraded from being in the disposable class due to his connection w/dominus, and minimus saying ‘I like to think that obsolescence is something that happens to other people’

I love all the fucked up signage this issue. ‘take pride in being a means to an end,’ yikes

god and the fact that there isn't MORE data sticks, there's just LESS of other alt modes bc of how many alt modes the govt has wiped out completely...

oof, and continuing the whole ‘slow change’ thing - minimus saying that ‘the council never touches the astro class,’ and maybe that used to be true, but the govt will keep pushing that line, clearly...

and we get to see minimus’s alt mode! altho we the readers know that this isn't minimus’s true form...

‘amazing, the lengths some people will go to cross class boundaries,’ minimus says, as if he isn't doing exactly what rewinds describing, but even moreso as a loadbearer wearing an entire suit of armor

and then the casual public execution of the last lunabot...oof.

love the ‘cybertron. the present day’ text overlay...I was so confused about this when I first read it lmao. I figured it had to be some sort of au/quantum nonsense but STILL

back on the lost light, chromedome is going full kool-aid man on rewinds door

mannnnn I absolutely love the plotline of rewind 2 and chromedome 1...im so glad the story acknowledges that they ARE different, they did experience different stuff on their own lost lights, and rewind 2 being a quantum duplicate doesn't mean he had the same experiences as rewind 1...

and I love so much that chromedome just Doesn't Get It, bc of course he wouldn't - he’s too relieved that rewind is back to even consider that its not quite the same, that the rewind he was forced to blow up is still dead (which is a fucked up thought, so of course chromedome, the master of pushing the past away and moving right along, would want to avoid thinking about that in favor of continuing his relationship w/rewind 2)

it also makes a lot of sense that rewind, who records everything and puts a huge emphasis on history/the past, would be hyperaware of all the differences between him and rewind 1, and his chromedome and this chromedome

AUGHHHH and chromedome referring to an offer he made to rewind that was pretty clearly ‘if your memories of the djd slaughter are too much, I can remove them for you’ ooooof...I love these two so much, like...their absolute opposite approaches to trauma is fascinating

oooh mannnnn and then rewind starts ‘remembering’ stuff from the functionist universe...the plot thickens...!

I really like how one of the main ‘things’ in a lot of tf universes is energon/energy shortages, its interesting when the angle is kinda like, ‘energon is a finite resource and the methods to obtain more often involve destroying other planets,’ that's a pretty unique, alien problem for the tfs to have

it also makes sense that the functionists would form partially in response to that (perceived) shortage, and any sort of scarcity would push them further into their extremist views

I like how expressive the characters with visors are...its cute...

poor rewind has to go thru So Much

WHY can just anyone go into the morgue and touch the dead bodies. I mean I guess megatron being one of the captains explains why he’s in there, but that still shouldn't be allowed

‘megatron mountain’ vhbjdkshfbjskfbhhk that's so fucking funnyyyyy I love rodimus....I quote that line a lot, especially when watching g1 lmao

the fact that swerve diluting his engex bc he’s a cheapskate saved everyone's s lives is amazing lmao

also like...damn brainstorm sure tried to murder Literally Everyone huh. like I guess the logic would be that if he succeeded in changing the past it wouldn't matter that they had died there cause the timeline wouldn't exist, but STILL. I guess that shows how confident brainstorm was in his plan

it makes so much sense somehow that rung doesn't drink. and we’ve seen firsthand why magnus doesn't lol

mannnn that panel of brainstorm shooting magnus with some wacky beam and causing the magnus armor to fall off in vehicle mode...Super Cool, just peak mad scientist vibes there

ok but if minimus switches to alt mode when ultra magnus does - as we see here, where minesweeper-minimus is inside big-ole-car-magnus - does that mean that inside the minesweeper is turbofox-minimus?? I want to seeeee

ghsdufjkbvksadfbhjs the panels of rodimus telling megatron that brainstorm time travelled are so fucking funny

and megatrons rant about how absolutely bonkers the lost light is....hvbhjdskfbasjh that's so funny oh my god. like yeah dude you're right and you gotta roll w/it sorry

'on this ship, a minor breakdown is practically a rite of passage’ vbjdsnfbkasdfn its true and I love it

goddddddd it kills me how at this point in the story its So Obvious to everyone that brainstorm travelled back in time to do evil decepticon double agent stuff - and we as the reader can even buy that bc brainstorm has been so sketchy until now, and nothing he’s done contradicts what rodimus suggests - but it turns out in the end, it was all just for love. AUGHHHHHHHH its about the LOVE!!!! that's why I love this arc so much.

back in the functionist universe - god I cant believe rewind waited until Now to reveal to minimus that dominus has a tv face...like I get that that's a difficult topic to bring up in conversation but like, a little sooner might've been good hbvhjkdhnfbjaksl

oh man it hurts...rewind saying that they're in a ‘blind spot...’ oh man :(

rebel rewind, tho!! I love it sm

oh man and rewind never even broke the news about dominus to minimus oof. that's a tough reveal

MANNN I really like the whole ‘flathead’ thing, its so awful and brutal. its such a logical extension of empurata, and as dominus says, once people get used to seeing empurata’d bots, it loses its punch...and the flatheads thing is even more invasive

and writing wise, both empurata and the tv-heads are such good devices to show evil govt bs. I talk abt it a lot but I like all the ways jro gets creative with the ‘alien robots’ thing; a lot of these concepts wouldn't work at all with humans or other organic aliens

GODDD and dominus’s chilling speech being interrupted by the functionist propaganda....fucking horrifying I love it

also seeing dominus here is fascinating - clearly the council managed to pin him down enough to turn him into a flathead, but they never discovered his true alt mode...same with minimus, actually

the cog is so fucking ominous. just floating there...

and the council is scary too! their names, and the fact that they all look the same...seems about right for an evil alien governing body

mannnnnnn and then the reveal that the data slug alt-modes will be ‘recalled’ next...rewind noooooo...and the one council guy even admitted that they still served some purpose in society, BUT that their ability to mass store data made them dangerous to the goverment...evil!!

meanwhile, rodimus doesn't know enough about science to be appropriately frightened about their timeline being wiped from existence, so he’s having a grand ole time

‘no one’s nodding, perceptor’ bvhjdbfasdfhbk their expressions....the lost light command crew are all clearly team ‘leave the science to the scientists’ lmao

I do love the paradox stuff, and brainstorm’s way around it all

‘so I'm not allowed to take an interest in magic?’ hvbjhsdkfbjhkdf ily sm rodimus

but also like....rodimus suggests a parallel universe could've formed and perceptor is like ‘no way, that's not scientifically possible,’ as if brainstorm didn't basically defy science by time travelling at all...and more to the point, functionist cybertron DID get created, so rodimus was actually RIGHT this time

love that we’re already seeing perceptor’s admiration for brainstorm and his invention even here....sapiosexual mfer

a time travel chase....so beautiful...I love sci-fi so much

seriously time travel is one of my favorite tropes ever, this arc was inevitably gonna be my fav

‘he’s going to kill orion pax.’ DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN

meanwhile, on functionist cybertron...aw, is that bulkhead? great cameo! oh wait what's going on with all the data sticks...? uh oh!

the fact that their heads just EXPLODE....soooo fucked!!

god and then the council picks up their dead bodies, for...probably something evil, I’d assume

god and then dominus got even more fucked....

‘there are certain words you cant afford to lose’ ;_; REWIND....GODDD IM SAD

GOD GOD GOD the reveal that minimus has CAMERAS in his EYES GODDDDDDDDDDDD that's so FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and rewinds reaction...ME TOO BITCH TF!!!!!!

all the ‘you are our eyes’ messages are even worse now huh!!

they did it while minimus was asleep...that's so fuckedddd

FUCKKKK and then rewind’s impassioned rebel speech, which I adore.....rewind ily sm...he’s such a good revolutionary, I wish we could've seen him leading an anti-funtionist rebellion....BUT THEN ‘oh? what about the back up?’ and its just like HHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and then his head starts smoking and we see another billboard, but this time it says ‘WE are your eyes’ - is the implication that everyone is now a surveilling spy, whether they like it or now, so now it’s ‘we?’ like, we’re all in it together, spying on each other! ooooof

also. this is like the third time rewind has died on-screen in this series lmao (well, if you count the fake-out death where he thought he’d be cancelled out during slaughterhouse)...he ALMOST died in issue 12 too....poor rewind

‘the custom-made now’ is such a great title. jro always killin it w/the titles

plus ‘elegant chaos’ is such a cool arc name. fucking epic

M A N NNNNNNNN THIS ISSUE WAS BALLER...this ARC is baller....I talked a lot hvbhdjkhfndsak lmao but there's so much to talk abt!!! I love the look into the functionist universe, I love seeing alternate versions of characters and settings so much, and I love time travel, so this issue is basically made for me

plus I fuckign love alien robot politics and seeing the absolute control the govt has over cybertronian society in the functionist universe is fascinating - plus from a storytelling standpoint, I think it was brilliant to show the ‘other side,’ aka what things would've been like without the war...which is something ill talk about later when its more directly addressed in the story but man do I enjoy that

basically I love this arccccc I cant wait to read more hhhhhhh

#lj rereads mtmte

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 4 years

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Everything Awesome about COIE Hour 1

LET’S GEEK OUT!

RIGHT FROM THE JUMP: In the beginning, there was only one, a single black infinitude... Usin’ that circa 1980s HEAVY COMIC PROSE I dig it.

And then the lil’ clip show of all the heroes and THEY USED SUPERGIRL PILOT FOOTAGE! THE PLANE SAVE, SPECIFICALLY! Good stuff.

And then we go right into the cameos, wasting no time: The newscaster guy from Burton Batman! Earth-X! Robin and Ace from Batman 66! That one Earth where they can say @#%&!

“HOLY CRIMSON SKIES OF DEATH!”

(It’s almost as good as ‘Holey rusted metal, Batman!’ ‘Huh?’ ‘The ground, it’s all metal, and full of holes, you know? Holey!’ ...Almost.)

Wil Wheaton! Which is great but let’s be real here, we all know who the MVP of that scene was.

SPIKE THE DRAGON.

“What’s got you so spooked, buddy?”

Everything about the Clark and Lois scene was delightful, and I’m excited they’re getting a TV show.

Ooooooh and then they use the sad Supergirl theme music over the destruction of Argo and Jonathan’s pod escape and I am. Emotional. :C

Listen. No one is more shocked than I, that I’ve been actively liking Arrow season 8, but here we are, and I want to say: Dad Oliver? Is perhaps Best Oliver.

We all thought he was the Grumpy Uncle of the heroes...but he has evolved into his final form: Group Dad.

THE VIBRATIONAL FORK!!!!!

Oh, right, sorry, ‘Quantum Tower.’

For real, though: I really like how they’ve streamlined some of the more...unwieldy...comic stuff. Like, ‘the machines hold off the anti-matter wave’ is absolutely a thing from the original but you’d be surprised by how overly complicated they make that idea out to be.

I am...so glad that Alex has obvious reservations about Lena, and doesn’t even want to do it because hoo boy, I’m still not over the Season 5A nonsense.

...More on that in a moment.

More slow Supergirl theme music, and you know what comes with that theme music?

A good ol’ fashioned HOPE SPEECH.

BETWEEN THE SUPER COUSINS.

I love this, for so many reasons, but mostly that it states, right there, in the episode, why Kara keeps going, keeps fighting, keeps moving forward in spite of all she has lost. (I mean. We know the reason, it’s nothing new, but it’s always nice to have a reminder.) It also has some intense ‘Asgard is not a place, it’s a People’ undertones, re: Krypton, which I like.

WE STAN ONE PARAGON OF HOPE (sorry, Hour 2 spoilers)

AND THEN A HUG!!!!

Dad Oliver bonding with his smol, grumpy daughter and giving her her own set of vigilante duds is. Some good stuff. Yes it is.

And OoOOooOoOhhHHHH, the reveal that Oliver’s deal w/ the Monitor is tenuous at best, and therefore Kara and Barry aren’t necessarily safe...an interesting twist!

Hrrrrrmmmm. Lena stuff.

....I’ll get to it in a minute.

Right, okay, back to the tower.

It’s a little thing, but I love that, when the explosions start, Oliver just looks around like, ‘What?’ but Mia is ready to THROW DOWN with her sudden hero crouch.

I liked the field trip to visit Old Man Oliver! I get the feeling that it’s setup for Sara and season five of Legends, kinda.

And now, folks...the most important part of this crossover.

*deep breath*

SHAAAAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DEEEEEMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNSSSS!!!!!!!

WE GOT ‘EM. And they were flying around, attacking the machine, JUST LIKE IN THE COMIC!

And they used drones to get those shots apparently. It gave it a nice, zippy, action-y feeling.

*sheds a nerdy tear* It was beautiful.

I also like that Oliver and Kate were very Extra, flipping over debris when there was literally no reason to do so other than, ‘gotta look cool.’

Ray is, as always, a delight.

(I’m skipping some stuff because otherwise this will be really long)

HEAT VISION TEAM-UP

Love me some heat vision.

KELLY WITH THE SHIEEEELLLLDDDDDD

And then, we get to Oliver’s Big Damn Hero moment, which I wanna talk about because it manages to do two entirely different things simultaneously and I really dig it:

So, obviously, it’s Oliver dying in order to save a bunch of people from Earth-38, as well as Barry and Kara.

I reiterate: Big Damn Hero Moment.

But it also happens pretty much...entirely off-screen. And he comes back, all banged up...you know. The way a human would look if they went toe-to-toe with an army of Shadow Demons.

So it both honors his status as The OG Arrowverse Hero, but it also exudes the same single-panel-death energy as the original comic. Like. ‘HE WAS SO HEROIC GUYS but it happened entirely outside of our view’ and I think it’s very impressive, that they merged (ha, ha) those two concepts so well.

And then he has his requisite Death Speech, and t’was a good Death Speech.

And then Pariah shows up (!!!!!!!!!!) and Things Look Grim and then credits!

SO. GOOD.

LOVED IT ALLLLLLL.

(Well except for one thing and can YOU GUESS WHAT IT IS?)

Spoilers: It’s Lena.

I understand why she’s here, and I’m glad she deigned to put her drama aside to help save the world, but MY GOD, what a petty jerk.

Like. Please stop making everything about you as the skies go dark with cosmic lightning and an army of wraiths descends upon a giant space tower that’s holding the big galactic destruction wave at bay.

(I’m so glad they didn’t tie in the mind control--because that was kind of a thing in the comic, like. Psycho Pirate was getting everyone riled up, and I think they sent another hero with either emotion powers or telepathy to soothe the people and make them stop throwing themselves into the anti-matter ray...so I was WORRIED that they would ask Lena to re-purpose Myriad to get everyone off-world in an orderly fashion THANK GOODNESS SHE ONLY BUILT A TELEPORTER.)

...Aside from that though, GREAT STUFF.

#stranger speaks #crisis on infinite earths spoilers #COIE spoilers #DCTV #SG post #long post #there's a little thing from Hour 2 in here so be advised! spoilers!#COIE Hour 1

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whickedlydeviant · 4 years

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I Hate Everything About You: Chapter 5 w/ @DarkLoverLost

Wrath:

As it turned out, V had me get dressed so he could take me somewhere. Where, I wasn’t sure. I was assuming it was back to the scene of the crime to relive my mistakes. That would be just like V.

No one else seemed to be interested in coming. It used to be, if I left the manse, there were at least two Brothers that flanked me at all times. I guess that was another dagger in the gut, proving that I was no longer looked at as the King of our race.

The car ride was insanely quiet. Fritz often didn’t say much, anyway. So, I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t talking. But, V… V seemed as if he had a whole dictionary of things to say, although he was being tight-lipped. I had stopped talking after V had told me at the manse that if I didn’t get in the SUV, he would make sure to let the doggen know that I no longer wished to keep my Sire’s throne and to burn it out back with the rest of my things in the office.

V knew how to punch so it hurt. There wasn’t much I valued in this world, but my Sire’s throne was definitely one of them. LW was another. But, V knew way better than to threaten him. So, he had gone with the next best thing.

When the car stopped and I listened to the sounds outside of the window, I didn’t hear the normal hustle and bustle of the red light district. I heard the normal sounds of a somewhat urban area of Caldwell. I looked at V with narrowed eyes, completely unsure of where we were and what we were doing here.

Whicked:

The apartment was quiet, Lana was out at work and technically since the explosion at the bar I was unemployed as there was not much of a bar left. I padded through to the kitchen dressed in my pj bottoms and a tank. Didn’t feel like getting dressed today since I didn’t have to be anywhere. I put the kettle on to boil and snagged a mug from the shelf and plucked a mint tea bag from the box. Leaning up against the counter I hummed along to an advert on TV while I was waiting for it to boil. When the kettle was done, I poured the scalding liquid into my cup and headed back to the sofa, ready to catch up with the latest episode of a series I was watching.

It was pathetic, it had only been a few weeks since the explosion and me pulling Wrath out of the rubble, feeding him my blood and meeting some of the Brotherhood and already I was moping about the apartment like I have nothing better to do, wondering why I hadn’t heard from any of them, not even a “Thanks for saving my life” card or text! I picked up the paper that Lana had left lying around not so subtly open at the jobs page and checked out the vacancies.

Wrath:

V didn’t miss a beat. As soon as the car stopped, he swung open his door and got out. “Out, my Brother.”

Side-eying him the whole way, I slid out of the SUV on the passenger’s side. “Where are we?”

“Caldwell.” Was the only answer I got before he started walking towards the building. When I didn’t follow, he stopped, turned and said three words, “Your sire’s throne,” and swung his arm wide, directing me toward the apartments.

“God damn, motherfucking, psycho!” I could see that this was going to become a thing. Note to self: as soon as I get back to the manse, make sure the doggen know, the throne stays, no matter who says what! Reluctantly, I followed behind. “Are you at least going to tell me what we are doing here?” I asked as we approached a set of elevators, inside the lobby.

I could tell V was giving me a once over, as if deciding if he wanted to tell me now, or just wait until we got where we were going. Then he turned and entered the elevator.

Following him, I was getting pissed. Yes, I had done something that V and the rest didn’t understand, but I wasn’t a fucking leper! And I wasn’t some little kid that needed to get dragged around by his ears to show him his mistakes.

As the elevator started to slow at the floor of V’s choosing. I slammed my fist into the ‘Stop’ button and turned to look at V. “Why are we here, V? And your tongue better start wagging, or so help me!”

Whicked:

I tossed the newspaper to the side, seeing nothing that I was even remotely interested in. I only needed something to tide me over until the paperwork the King signed off was closed and I could go to the bank manager at the First Bank of Caldwell and get my loan signed off, and finally open my own club! I had a little savings and with Lana still working there was no reason we couldn’t cope till that happened.

I sighed a heavy sigh and snuggled back deeper into the couch, I checked my phone and saw a message from Lana telling me she was going to be home late, so I should just go ahead and eat myself…..again.

I scoped out the time on the wall clock and pushed myself up off the couch. OK, I was gonna pop down to the local Chinese and get some food and come back to watch the late horror movie. I walked through the apartment to my room and got the fleece that I came home with from the Brotherhood’s compound and picked up my purse, heading for the front door*

Wrath:

“We’re here to see the female that saved your life. You’re going to properly thank her, in person, like you should have before she left the compound.” Was V’s no-nonsense reply.

Now, I was fuming! V had no idea why I had no interest in ever seeing that female again, and I wasn’t about to explain it to him, but I also was not going to go along with this. “No fucking way, man!” I turned back to the panel and pulled the ‘Stop’ button back out. As soon as we hit the floor, I planted myself back to the entrance and hit ‘G’ for ground. “I am not getting out of this elevator, V. Not on your life!”

I could hear the doors sliding shut behind me and V threw his foot in the way. “You either get out of this elevator, right fucking now, and go thank that female, or you don’t deserve that throne you are so desperate to hold on to. And, trust me, if you don’t do this now, the whole of the Brotherhood and I will see to it that you never sit on that throne again. You have made some really stupid choices lately, true? Don’t make this your worst.”

Whicked:

I closed the apartment door with a click and shoved my keys into my purse. Thankfully the closest chinese was only a block away so it was quicker for me to go get it than to get it delivered. As I made my way down the hallway I could hear raised voices, raised male voices, and one that sounded exactly like Wrath. I paused where I was and heard what sounded like Vishous shouting at the King. Oh this was bad...this was really bad.

What the hell were they doing here in my building? Just as that thought left my head, I remembered that I was in my PJ bottoms and slippers. Oh shit…! My life just kept getting better! Maybe if I was quick I could get to the fire escape stairwell before they saw me, then I could avoid what was bound to be a very awkward sitch on both sides.

I hurried down the carpeted corridor, my slippers shuffling along. I curled my spine, making myself seem small, wrapping my arms around my torso. I lowered my head and looked up under my lids checking the corridor intermittently. The coast was clear, but the voices seemed like they were getting closer. Was it just me getting closer or where they coming my way after all?

I was almost there, only another 50 steps or so and I could sneak out the door and they would never see me and vice versa. 40 steps…..35….SHIT! 2 pairs of black shitkickers appeared at the end of the corridor, followed by the huge bodies of the King and Vishous.

Wrath:

The thought of losing my crown dug in deep. I was surprised by how much the thought of it had me spinning. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have cared if the whole race wanted me off that throne, but now… now, it was a different story. It was almost as if it and LW were the only two things keeping me going anymore. It had been a constant for so long that I had never thought about being without it. For years I didn’t want it, but it had been my birthright, belonging to no one but me. Then, after I had decided to take on the role, I actually discovered I enjoyed it. After that, the whole of the race had actually voted me in as their choice to be their king, until I was no longer capable. That was a high honor I had not taken lightly. I had, however, taken it for granted. Now, having it taken away from me was a real possibility, and that thought pretty much had me floored. I turned to V, “You wouldn’t dare.” I gritted. But, his unresponsiveness told me they had already discussed it and this was my test. I either get out of this elevator now, and go thank the female that saved my life, or I was going home, a useless no one. No longer a Brother due to my sight, no longer a hellren, and no longer a king. The only thing I would be able to claim would be father and I hadn’t been much of that in a long time.

Begrudgingly, I stepped out of the elevator and started down the hall. I swear, my feet sounded as if they would hammer right through the floor as I stomped down the corridor. V followed sure footedly behind me. I could feel his grin burning into my back. He was smug about getting his way on this. He was always smug about getting his way, but today he was even more smug.

As we neared the end of the hall, I scented the female we had come to see. What the fuck?! Had V told her we were coming and called ahead to have her waiting on us? I turned toward V and gave him a look that screamed, “You’re an asshole!” Then turned back to the female in the doorway. “Annalee.”

Whicked:

I kept my head down, hoping against hope that they wouldn’t notice me and I could slip through the door unseen, but as soon as I heard my childhood name pass through the lips of the King, I knew that hope was lost. I paused and looked up at Wrath and Vishous as they barrelled down the narrow corridor toward me, Wrath looked pissed and Vishous just looked like a smug asshole, as always. I nodded to Vishous and straightened my spine, I felt completely conflicted seeing Wrath again. Part of me hated the sight of his grumpy, unrelenting ass but the other side felt like a stupid pre-trans, giddy with excitement about seeing the Male she crushed on. I shook my head softly, trying to clear it before I spoke to the hard ass pair before me* “My Lord, how…..uh nice to see you again. I am glad to see you back on your feet again”.

*I chewed on the inside of my cheek trying to keep my tongue in check and not piss Wrath off any more than he seemed to be. I moved closer to the fire escape door, ready to make my move, surely they couldn’t be here to see me, right? I am sure they were tracking a Lesser or something like that. It must just be a coincidence, because I am sure the King of the Race, is not here to say thank you for saving him…..2 weeks later! If he wanted to do that, the Brotherhood has my number, he could have called or text or something...right?

“If you guys could excuse me I am just on my way out…..?”

Wrath:

A massive whiff of the female wafted up into my nose. This was no ordinary female. There were things about her that threw everything in my world off its axis and that pissed me off even more than the fact that V had forced me here. This was the only ‘her’ that Beth could have meant. ‘Welcome her…’ Fuck that! I was not going to welcome this female anywhere, much less into my life. I was here to do one thing. That was it. Then I was going back to the manse and getting on with my life.

My non-existent fingernails dug into the skin of my palms as I stood before this female, my body stiff as a board. I was afraid to move, for fear that I might move one inch closer and her scent might get that much stronger. This was not happening. Beth. Beth. Beth. I started a chant in my head. I would not allow this female to get under my skin.

Gritting my teeth I thanked her for the well wishes and began, “I, uh… I owe you a debt of gratitude for what you’ve done. So… Thank you.” I turned back towards V and threw my palms up, in order to see if that was good enough to get me out of here.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?” Was all I got in response.

Whicked:

I could tell Wrath was uncomfortable being here, clearly this visit was not his idea. V was looking from Wrath to me like he knew something that he wasn’t prepared to let either of us into. My eyes roamed over Wrath, taking in all the changes in him since the explosion and the feeding after. He looked whole, healthy but he still had that haunted look on his face. I wondered what his eyes would hold. Rumour was they were the most amazing shade of green, not that I would ever know.

I traced the carpet with the tip of my slipper anxiously, waiting for someone to say something. Wrath straightened up and I could see him stiffen as he prepared to talk, his scent changed, giving off waves of light anger, finally he rushed off an insincere spiel about thanking me for saving his ass.

As he turned away from me, clearly feeling that he had done whatever V had brought him here to do, he raised his hands as if to say “There, you happy now”? V glowered at the King in a way that only he could do and I heard him call Wrath an asshole, how true that statement is! My blood was boiling, how dare he be so disrespectful. I lost my job, I risked my life to drag him out of that burning and rubble strewn alley, all for what? This poor excuse of a thank you. Fuck I would have preferred a fucking text message!

“You thank me? You thank me for saving your fucking life, do you? The rumour is that you wanted to die out there, but here you are being fake as fuck and thanking me for saving your shitty life? Well….you know what Wrath, I don’t accept your thanks! You can take your fake thanks and ram it up your Kingly ass! Now how about you do me a solid and get your fucked up ass and your goateed sidekick out of my life, and stay the hell out of it?

Wrath:

The fire in this female ignited something in me that I’d never experienced before and I swung back toward her before I even realized I had done it. Taking two steps into her, I could feel her breath on my chest, as I towered over her. “You’re right.” I growled, “I didn’t want you to save me that night. I didn’t want anyone to save me. I wanted to be left alone and allowed to drift off into the Fade. Instead, your ass found me and decided that you would be a hero and save the fucking Blind King. I was so fucking close I could taste it! Actually, from what I was told, I succeeded, until you decided to thrust your wrist down my throat. Do you have any idea what it is like to finally be standing at the doors of the Fade, your one true love standing in front of you, only to be ripped away from her?! So, pardon me for being an ungrateful, sorry son-of-a-bitch, but you took me away from my end-all, be-all.”

I turned back to V and stepped away from the female. “You fucking happy now?! Did you expect this to go any other way? You should have just had Saxton mail some thank you card with my royal stamp on it, or something. This has been a shitshow ever since stepping out of that elevator.” The fucking nerve of him, dragging me out here to do something he should have know I wasn’t interested in doing. Sure the female saved my life. Why should I be thanking her for that? I didn’t want my life saved. I found my way back over to the elevator and hit the ‘Down’ button.

Whicked:

I stood my ground as Wrath stepped closer to me, ignoring the aggression washing off of him and over me. He was trying to intimidate me, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to let him. I squared up against him and I could sense that Vishous was worried where this was going to go, he took a step in towards us. There was no need for him to intervene however, Wrath said what he needed to say and he said it in front of V and I. At the mention of his Shellan however, I blanched. I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved, I am sure that if he knew what happened to my family and my proposed Hellren he would have toned back his little rant. I really wanted to let him have it with both barrels, my anger still running through my veins but slowly dissipating. I gave him all I had left.

“You think you are the only one who ever lost someone Sire? You think you are the only one who watched their family die at the hands of Lessers?” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Vishous flick his diamond eyes my way and I knew that he knew my story, sorrow filled his face and he dropped his gaze, I nodded slowly as tears flooded my eyes, thoughts of my Mahmen, Papa, younger sister and my betrothed danced through my mind, memories that I thought i had under lock and key. The dam broke and I used it to shore up my reserves of anger, angry tears replaced the sorrow ones already shed. “I watched my entire fucking family die, the Male that helped me through my transition, the one who I was so excited to marry. All of them dead, bodies burned. My family never made it to the Fade! At least you know your Shellan is safe and waiting for you when it is your time to die, who is waiting for me? Get off your high horse Wrath and open your eyes…..the world does not revolve around you, or your dead Queen!”

I ran then, straight down the fire escape and into the darkness of the night beyond. Fuck I never meant to say that, but he pushed me too far!

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter5 #EBRPG #EternallyBound #BDBR

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I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 5 w/@DelicateDeviant

Wrath:

As it turned out, V had me get dressed so he could take me somewhere. Where, I wasn’t sure. I was assuming it was back to the scene of the crime to relive my mistakes. That would be just like V.

Whicked:

Wrath:

V didn’t miss a beat. As soon as the car stopped, he swung open his door and got out. “Out, my Brother.”

Side-eying him the whole way, I slid out of the SUV on the passenger’s side. “Where are we?”

I could tell V was giving me a once over, as if deciding if he wanted to tell me now, or just wait until we got where we were going. Then he turned and entered the elevator.

Whicked:

Wrath: “We’re here to see the female that saved your life. You’re going to properly thank her, in person, like you should have before she left the compound.” Was V’s no-nonsense reply.

Whicked:

Wrath:

Whicked:

“If you guys could excuse me I am just on my way out…..?”

Wrath:

“You’re an asshole. You know that?” Was all I got in response.

Whicked:

Wrath:

Whicked:

I ran then, straight down the fire escape and into the darkness of the night beyond. Fuck I never meant to say that, but he pushed me too far!

#IHateEverythingAboutYou #Chapter5 #EBRPG #EternallyBound #BDBRP

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enlightening-words-blog · 6 years

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Psychy

It’s 11 am. I wake up to the sound of my extremely loud alarm clock; it’s one of those old ones with the tiny hammer and two bells on top. I’ve always hated it, but it tends to do the job it’s meant to do. I wash my face and teeth and look in the mirror at myself

“Just another day at the office, you’ll get through it.” I think to myself

I head back to the bedroom of my tiny one bedroom apartment. Don’t feel too sorry for me, it’s all I’m ever going to need anyways.

Sensing that Pessimism has already started to cross her boundaries I decided to get a move on.

I put on some nice clothes, pick up my clipboard and head to my office. Lucky for me my office is nearby so I can sleep in as I wish.

I sit down on my couch and close my eyes, and just like that, I’m there. My beautiful office situated deep in my frontal lobe where my limbic system resides. As a kid I liked to call it “The Imagisphere”.

I take my seat and to my delight some of my patients are already there, and as I suspected, Pessimism is indeed causing trouble with the control panel

“Pessimism! How many times have I asked you to stay away from that? The control panel is what controls this entire mind, and therefore, this entire person. We do not touch it unless we decide on something. Please sit down now so we can begin”

“I don’t understand why it matters what I do to the panel, nobody cares anyways.”

She then proceeded to recite a quote I had read recently.

“Your whole life is on the other side of the glass, and there is nobody watching” by Alan Bennett.

You see that’s the big problem with this job. My patients have access to my memories and my thoughts, they know everything about me, and they know what I’m thinking and what I want to do.

I think it’s about time for a proper introduction of myself. My name is Jean Paul de Beauvoir. I am a 36-year-old man. Although I am currently listed as unemployed, I like to think otherwise. From my own personal perspective, I am a full time therapist to someone who desperately needs it…myself. My five patients are my most dominant personality flaws, everyday I must sit with them to make sure they are in line, under cover, unnoticed and controlled. Otherwise I might just go crazy. Ironic I must admit, a therapist going crazy, laughable really.

I believe it’s time to showcase the patients. I’ll start with Pessimism given that you’ve already met her acquaintance. Pessimism is a 16-year-old Goth girl who has made quite the wrong friends in her teenage life. She cuts her hair short, wears black lipstick and dark make-up and is understandably difficult to deal with. I’ve only ever seen one person somewhat get along with her, and that is my second patient; Depression.

Depression is a 40-year-old woman who always wears black to mourn her deceased husband. He met his fate in a car crash 10 years ago and yet there is still no sign of progress with her. Even though there is bare minimum in common between her and Pessimism, they tend to always have similar views and opinions so they always pair up in these sessions, unlike my third patient; Esteem, who tends to sit alone during the whole period.

Esteem is a 14-year-old boy who can unfortunately be only described at this time as ‘broken’. He had lived a surprisingly happy and fulfilling childhood, but in recent years he suffered from merciless bullying which left him a mere shadow of his former happy go lucky self. The boy has become so frail and sensitive, even the slightest of undesired comments can send him into a psychological abyss, scurrying into the nearest hiding place. I tend to have him sit as far as possible from my first two patients; they have such…unsought effects on the poor little guy. It’s a shame really.

“C-c-can we get started yet?” Said the stuttering voice of my fourth patient “W-what’s the hold up? Is there a pr-pr-problem? There is, isn’t there? Oh G-g-god!”

That right there is Anxiety in a nutshell. A man in his mid thirties, always worried, always nervous, never calm enough to look on the bright side or see common rationale. Not really a surprise to find out that he went as bald as a coot barely in his twenties, not even his own hair could muster up the strength to deal with his uneasiness.

“There is no problem I assure you, we’re just waiting for our final companion to arrive. Just try to calm down a bit if you please,” I said trying my best to maintain the peacefulness of the room.

“Assure? And how are you so sure? You’re not God, there can be a problem at any moment; we can all die just like that. WE. KNOW. NOTHING Mr. Jean. Quite frankly judging by the activity of your brain, we’re all pretty sure you know nothing as well.” There she went again scavenging my mind for my own insecurities and adding her insight was the brash as always, Pessimism.

“Agreed” Depression does what she invariably does, simply agree with Pessimism.

Not the least bit surprising at this point, Anxiety has gone in full panic mode and has started crying.

“Thank you for that, both of you. You know Pessimism I’ve read somewhere that Gothic teenagers tend to stay quiet as much as possible, why aren’t you like that?” I asked curiously and smugly trying to get under her skin

“Trying to get under my skin I see. Doesn’t work Mr. Jean”

…Damn their ability to dwell in my thoughts. There is nothing I can hide from them. Effectively making them the most difficult patients in the world, and hence this is the most difficult job in the world. Unemployed they said…preposterous.

“I understand that thinking this the hardest job in the world is an attempt to help me” Esteem uttering his first words of the session “But it’s no use. I know we’re unemployed. I know we’re borderline broke and i know we’re alone. Stop trying to sugar coat it for me”

It truly fills me with sorrow that the joyful boy I once knew was reduced to this. It breaks my heart.

“Bullshit! We have a great life, we’re not alone, and we can make do with the money we have”

“You yourself are not convinced with the nonsense you’re spewing”

I wasn’t. I was trying my best to help him but he saw right through me.

“Nonetheless, let’s get started with todays issue”

“Without h-h-him??”

“We’ve waited long enough. Besides it’s not the first time he’s gone missing when we needed him” That was the first thing I’ve said all session that everyone unanimously agreed upon. With quick nods of approval, we were on our way.

“Now since you all know why you’re here there’s no need to explain so let’s get to it. The job interview is coming up…” Almost immediately the entire room reacted how you’d expect them to. Esteem hid under his chair, Depression started sobbing, pessimism rolled her eyes at me and I’m pretty sure I could see whatever is left of Anxiety’s hair fall out.

Allow me to fill you in more on my life before I detail the job interview. I was once a proud graduate from one of the biggest law schools in the country, on the honor roll no less. But a series of failed projects and mistakes have led me to be a rather undesired entity in the eyes of employers. Since then I have had to do some unenviable ‘jobs’ for money. I had truly hit rock bottom. Normally I would be so confident in my abilities this interview would merely be a formality at that point. But now, I am not the man I used to be. This is my first Job interview in 3 odd years, and I’m as frightened as I’ve ever been. As you can tell by Anxiety’s (over)reaction

“N-N-NOO! I won’t let you d-do it. I won’t let you sit down in front of scary mean men who will only j-j-judge you and tear you down!”

“I must admit that sounds horrific, it certainly won’t do me any favors,” claimed a rather worried Esteem.

“Why go? What does it matter? They’re just going to turn you down.” Pessimism being unhelpful. Nothing new.

“Agreed”…no need to clarify who said that

“This is an amazing opportunity for me, for us. I’ll be damned if I let your negativity hold us back. This is my chance, the chance I’ve been waiting for. We can finally start over; we can make my life, and hence yours, better. But I NEED you guys to cooperate. I NEED Anxiety to calm down enough, just for a few hours. I NEED Depression to stop crying. We NEED to build Esteem back up again if we are going to do this. And Pessimism my dear quite frankly I’m going to need you to stop talking and stay away from Depression, you are the absolute worse influence on her at this point. Am I understood?”

Complete silence rained over the session, no one dared speak after that and for a moment, just one tiny moment, I felt something I had not felt in ages, I was…relaxed. Could it be? Just for a minute, I had complete control over all my emotions, defects and thoughts? It seemed too good to be true.

I open my eyes on the couch I was laying upon. I let out just a diminutive smile and look up at the ceiling. Then I make a crucial mistake, but I had to. I decide to look at my wristwatch to check how much time I had left for my interview, and to my dismay, I learn that there is not that much time left. I immediately black out and am rushed right back into my limbic system.

I gaze around the room in confusion, I see Anxiety looking at a big clock on the wall.

“That clock wasn’t here before” I thought to myself.

“It always has” replied all four of my patients in unison.

My mind was playing tricks on me. I was having a breakdown right then and there.

Suddenly, Anxiety made a run for the control panel and started pressing all sorts of buttons and pushing all kinds of levers. I am instantly awoken again, this time making way for the bathroom as fast as I could. I vomit again and again. I’m certain anything I had eaten for the past week was now flushed down the drain. Damn you Anxiety.

At this point there was no chance I was going to make it to my interview. I had given up. I was once again beaten by the demons of my own mind. I now lay down on the couch, defeated, and close my eyes disappointedly.

There he was, still bashing away at that panel. This poor body can’t handle this much longer. Just as he was in the process of delivering his final blow, possibly sending me into a state of psychosis, a hand thrusts through the darkness and pulls back Anxiety’s arm, pushing him away from the control panel. He was finally here. He moves from the shadow into the light, a 50-year-old, weak, anorexic man, but still dressed as sharply as anyone could be. Do not let his current condition fool you, this man was once a war veteran with physique that would give Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime a run for his money, and a handsome face that would make every lady within a fifty mile radius swoon. Times have been cruel to this man and distressing experiences have made him fragile. That my dear reader, coming to my aid when I needed him most, was none other than Confidence.

No matter how much he changes, one thing never does; whenever he was here, everyone was in line, listened and behaved as required. The respect Confidence demands and inevitably receives is what sets him the most valuable asset anyone can have, but also the most pivotal loss to anyone’s mind when he is gone.

As soon as the four other patients saw him, they sat down and promptly started cooperating with anything I asked them to do.

I snap out of my blackout again and rush to my interview. I felt like I was I control of my own destiny and nothing can stop me. My interview had begun and immediately my stomach started rumbling again, I know Anxiety can’t control himself for long. But at that moment, I decide to do something I hadn’t done in years. I choose to believe in myself, my abilities and in my Confidence to hold it down, and I was right. An hour or two later, the job was mine. Relief hit me hard. My mind went blank. I just felt happy for the first time in eons.

I go to the bathroom to wash my face. Maybe this is a dream? A delightful fantasy? I’m unsure. I give my face a quick rinse. I look up in the mirror and instead of seeing myself, I see the 14-year-old boy I once knew and loved. He no longer looked feeble and weak. He smiles at me and mouths the words “Thank you”. I just smile back, wink at him confidently, and head out of the bathroom.

I realize I will be back in the ‘Imagesphere’ soon enough, but for now I have my self-confidence back. I am no longer thwarted by my own mind.

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Unspoken Truths

Supercorp Oneshot:

If you’re familiar with the movie ‘What women want’ (Mel gibson/Helen hunt) this is a play on that -- essentially due to a small accident in her lab, Lena gains the ability to hear women’s thoughts. This leads to a particularly fun encounter when Kara Danvers comes to interview her ;)

*I realize there’s the slight issue of invading privacy here, but this is just meant to be fun and happy nonsense. Enjoy!

The lightning flashes outside: bright, sizzling, burning. Lena can hear the distant rumbles of thunder despite her dungeon location, the basement lab of L-Corp, far away from any storm or any interruptions. She’s so close to finishing her work -- a few more tweaks, and she’s sure she’s got it this time. A quick adjustment, a turn of a screw, and--

CRASH!

The thunder quakes above, rattling the entire building, and the lab goes dark and silent. A power outage. Of course.

“Shit!” Lena throws her goggles down in disgust, tossing them haphazardly aside, hearing them land but quickly losing sight of them in the darkness. She begins blindly shuffling across the room, bumping into tables and chairs, feeling along the wall for the door to the storage closet, where the back-up generator is located. She quickly pulls out her cell phone, using it as a flashlight, before finding her target.

She reaches toward the panel, fumbling with wires, deftly working and not really thinking about the trace amounts of the rare element still caking her gloves. Her only prerogative is getting through this quickly so she can get back to work. A frayed wire pokes out, and she reaches for it, just as another loud clap of thunder sounds overhead.

Somewhere in the distance, lightning strikes at just the right moment, sending a perfect current through the remaining wires, shooting through Lena’s outstretched hand, shocking her entire body with fierce, hot electricity.

An hour later, she wakes up on the floor of the lab, dazed and confused, but otherwise, unharmed. The lights are still off, and she struggles to regain her footing. She clenches and unclenches her fingers, finding them tingly from the electrocution, but seemingly functioning.

“That was lucky…” she breathes to herself, shaking her head at her own reckless behavior.

When she finally returns home, still rattled but mostly composed, she’s buzzing with strange, palpable energy. It isn’t until the next morning that she finds out just how lucky she really is.

Lena walks into L-Corp, coat drawn tight, sunglasses still on in an attempt to cover the bags under her eyes. She thinks she slept last night, but it feels like she hasn’t rested her head in ages. Hank, the security guard, greets her warmly, the way he always does.

“Morning, Ms. Luthor!” he bellows, nodding happily, as she glides across the lobby.

“Morning, Hank,” she replies quickly, looking at him and offering a tight lipped but professional smile. Normally she’d stop and chat, but she’s feeling on edge and severely under caffeinated. She hopes he understands.

“Have a wonderful day!” he chortles, unaffected, whistling softly under his breath. She relaxes as she continues past him into the waiting elevator.

She steps out onto her floor contemplating her coffee order when her assistant walks up.

“Ms. Luthor! Good morning! I left those files you asked for on your desk!”

Sunglasses still on? This is going to be a long day.

Lena stops short, staring at Jess, clenching her jaw. She slowly removes her sunglasses and casts a tired snarl. The comment is completely out of character. She folds the glasses and places them in her bag.

“T--Thank you, Jess,” she responds, bewildered, but choosing to ignore it. It’s too early to be nit-picky and there’s a high probability she didn’t even hear her correctly.

Gosh, I bet her perfume costs more than my apartment.

“Jess, don’t be silly, it’s Vera Wang.” Lena says tiredly, fumbling with her cell phone and hardly paying attention. She’s beginning to walk toward her office door with Jess following timidly.

“Excuse me?” Jess asks, startled.

“My perfume.”

“I didn’t--” Jess looks around flustered and obviously distraught. ��I didn’t say anything about your perfume, Ms. Luthor.”

Has she slept at all this week?

Lena turns and stares at her assistant, who is peering at her with wide, curious eyes, but firmly closed lips. Lena studies her.

Why is she staring at me? Oh god, do I have a stain on my shirt? No, come on! This is a new shirt. Please don’t fire me.

Jess fumbles awkwardly, trying to be subtle about checking for stains. Lena finds it endlessly amusing, even though part of her feels bad for her assistant’s state of panic. “Are you okay, Jess?”

“Yes, Ms. Luthor. Are you?”

Why is she being so weird?

“I’m--” Lena pauses, racking her brain for a possible explanation. It seems like she can hear everything, and it’s jolting, to say the least. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you Jess, that’ll be all.” Lena turns slowly to head into her office, before hearing her assistant’s voice again.

She’s totally going to fire me.

Lena whips around. Jess isn’t facing her, and doesn’t appear to be speaking at all.

Okay, that’s odd, Lena thinks to herself. She wouldn’t say that out loud. But there’s no one else here?

“Jess?”

Her assistant’s shoulders rise, as if she’s caught in the act of sneaking away, and Lena catches the last part of a wince as she does.

“I really like that shirt you’re wearing,” Lena offers, smiling gently at her soft spoken and clearly terrified assistant. “And you’re really doing a great job here. I appreciate it.”

“Thank you, Ms. Luthor.”

She sits at her laptop, staring at endless e-mails, not registering a thing but the panic in her head. Something happened last night. Something ridiculous, that’s for sure.

Lena rewinds everything from last night -- the thunderstorm, the power outage, the shock. She replays her conversation with Hank, who is the first person she spoke to that morning. Their encounter was brief, but nothing out of the ordinary. The situation with Jess, however, was absolutely unnerving. It was like reading her mind, and Lena has no idea how far this power might extend.

A notification goes off, alerting her to her 9AM meeting -- an interview with none other than CatCo’s own ball of sunshine, Kara Danvers.

“Oh, no, no, no…” Lena whines, running her hand over her hair in exasperation. “Anyone but her. If I can hear her thoughts…”

Lena is terrified what might happen if she can hear the inner workings of Kara Danvers’ mind. She’s already busy fighting a losing battle against a persistent and stubborn crush on the charming blonde reporter, and having direct access to something like that would be impossible to contain. Though, on second thought, she can’t help but be mildly curious. After all, there is a charged energy between the two of them, one that Lena swears she isn’t making up. Perhaps this would help her determine where things really stand.

“Or, I could, you know, ask…” Lena criticizes herself sharply for being so hesitant. It isn’t her usual style to be so reserved, but Kara makes her feel things she didn’t know she could feel. It’s overwhelming, and wonderful, and terrifying all at once. The last thing she wants to do is scare her off.

Jess is ringing her to let her know of Kara’s arrival before she can even think to cancel the meeting, and it seems like everything is going to have to go on as planned. Lena sighs.

“Send her in, Jess.”

I wish she’d just ask her out already.

Lena’s cheeks burn as she hears her assistant’s thoughts through the phone. She knows for a fact Jess would never say that out loud, and Lena immediately gulps down all her nerves, trying frantically to get it together before having to face Kara.

Kara Danvers walks in moments later, fresh faced, golden haired and smiling, and Lena’s heart forgets how to function. There’s no way she’s going to survive this interview. She clenches her jaw, and stands to greet her, extending a hand that she wishes would stop shaking.

“Ms. Luthor,” Kara announces, holding out a hand and smiling. Lena takes it in hers and marvels at how soft it feels. She’s so busy contemplating what holding Kara’s hand would really feel like that she almost forgets about her current predicament. Until it comes through loud and clear.

She is so stunning.

Lena jolts awkwardly, pulling her hand back as if she’s being scalded. The entire motion forces her to gesture with a limp wrist at the chair in front of her desk in order to recover.

“Please, call me Lena,” she insists, sitting down in front of Kara, her entire body shivering with the idea that Kara Danvers thinks she’s stunning. “It’s good to see you again, Ms. Danvers.”

“Well if I’m calling you Lena…”

Lena. It’s such a beautiful name. Lena, Lena, Lena.

Lena holds up her hands in playful surrender, heart pounding in her ears. “Kara it is.”

Kara gets situated, hiding behind eyes that seem to see through everything. Lena feels vulnerable for no reason whatsoever, considering she’s the one with the definite advantage. Kara’s thoughts ring out again.

Her hair looks so good like that.

Lena sits up a little straighter, her chin tilted upward in pride under the silent compliment. She wonders if these are truly Kara’s thoughts, or simply what she wants to hear. She can’t know for sure -- though she begins to feel a small pang of guilt pulling at her at the idea of invading such a private moment.

What is happening to me? She shakes her head slowly, wrestling with the implications and trying to regain control of her own existence.

Kara watches her patiently, the warm, inviting smile present on her face as she lays out her notebook and crosses her legs, preparing for their interview.

But I also really love it down. She looks so beautiful with her hair down.

Flustered, Lena runs her fingers through her hair, and then decides spontaneously to pull it down. The tendrils unfold in wavy, black locks, and she shakes her hand through it several times to get it to fall properly.

“Forgive me, Kara. I was getting a bit of a headache,” Lena explains, smiling as she detects a blush come across Kara’s cheeks.

“Oh--No, that’s fine. I want you to be comfortable, of course!” Kara answers quickly, and Lena relaxes.

Down is definitely good. I wonder what shampoo she uses. Probably something exotic. Okay, stop. Focus Kara!

Lena can’t help but smirk proudly before steering them to the point of this meeting.

“So, Kara, what is this piece for, exactly?”

“Oh, right! Well, we’re doing a piece on women in technology, and of course, the first person that comes to mind is the leader of one of the most notorious tech companies in the world!” Kara explains proudly, gesturing to Lena with a slightly awestruck expression.

“Well, that is certainly the image we’re hoping to convey,” Lena agrees, solemnly, pulling back to the gravity of the situation. She knows discussing the company needs to be her primary objective in order to begin to steer the direction away from the former Luthor mantle. “I’m flattered that you came to me.”

I’m just happy you agreed to see a rookie reporter. I hope I look official. Where are my questions? I wrote them down. Oh no, did I leave them at home?

Kara pokes around in her bag and Lena tries to hide her smile. “I’m also thrilled to see you decided to give reporting a shot,” Lena speaks calmly, attempting to calm Kara’s nerves. “Between you and me, you’re already one of my favorites.”

Her favorite? She’s just saying that. Why is she so nice?

Kara giggles nervously, adjusting her glasses as she scrunches her nose at the compliment.

“--And I’m not just saying that!” Lena continues, responding to Kara’s blatant doubt, “We get a lot of reporters coming through here as you can imagine. But none quite as charming as you.” Lena bites her lip slightly, and Kara’s jaw hangs open as she struggles to regain her composure.

She begins talking, finally, asking questions to gain general background information about L-Corp. Lena answers swiftly, watching Kara’s forehead crinkle in concentration as she takes notes.

Kara glances up after a while, scrolling through her notes, before her eyes reach Lena’s. Lena watches as they trail over her nervously and the way Kara’s cheeks immediately flush. Lena watches with pleasant curiosity.

Don’t look at her chest...don’t look at her chest…

Lena leans forward subtly, fully aware of the way her shirt is hanging, and the way the neckline plunges. She has her arms positioned in such a way to create a particularly cruel view for Kara. She cocks her eyebrow and waits.

Ohhhh no. I did it again. Why does she have to wear that shirt though?

Kara’s eyes flicker nervously to Lena’s, before going back to her notebook, her head hanging in adorable shame.

Lena chuckles under her breath, leaning back again, thoroughly enjoying the effect she seems to be having on Kara. It isn’t fair, and she promises herself to stop, but oh, it’s so deliciously tempting.

Kara manages to pull herself together and ask several more pointed questions that force Lena to articulate the depths of her research. Midway through her explanation, she’s interrupted by Kara’s inner monologue.

She’s really brilliant.

Lena smiles in spite of herself, chuckling softly, before realizing the comment wasn’t made out loud. She clears her throat and continues explaining the transmatter portal, and the theory behind quantum entanglement.

I don’t know what she just said…quantum…

“Did you get all that? I’m probably rambling. I know it’s a lot to take in,” Lena says, waiting for Kara to catch up.

It would help if your lips weren’t so distracting.

Lena stops speaking, surprised at the boldness of the thought, her lips twisting to the side in a soft contemplative pout as she regards Kara. She watches her frantically writing, and she waits patiently for her to realize there’s silence. Kara slows down, and looks up, blinking like a deer in the headlights. Lena jumps on the opportunity.

“Kara, would you like to have dinner with me? Tonight?” Lena asks, her confidence rising steadily as she watches Kara drop her pen in complete and utter surprise.

Dinner with Lena Luthor. Me and Lena. Dinner. Alone. Is this like...a date? A date with Lena. Oh! Answer her. Answer her!!

“I--Dinner. I love dinner!” Kara yelps, and Lena’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“I’m a fan of dinner myself…” Lena starts, glancing up at Kara, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So is that a yes?”

“Yes! Absolutely, of course. Dinner, with you! Yes.” Kara shakes her head enthusiastically.

“How’s 7pm?” she slides a piece of paper across her desk slowly, “Give me your address, and I’ll come get you.”

“Yes, 7pm is great!” Kara says, scribbling her address down frantically, before giving it back to Lena. “It’s a date!”

Shoot. Is it? Oh why did I say that? What if that’s not what she meant?

“It’s absolutely a date.”

Lena can’t hide the beaming smile that bursts forth across her face. This is truly lucky, indeed.

#ficlet #supercorp #oneshot #kara x lena #crack fic #fun #just jokes #happy thoughts #i love this and couldnt stop giggling #especially when she got cheeky #and jess! poor jess!

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