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baiwu-jinji · 8 days

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TGCF author's notes translation

@/camilikha on twitter kindly provided links to TGCF author's notes and I translated the ones I find informative and interesting. See translations below:

chapter 58 notes: The second book is all about the overconfident Xie Lian with delusions of grandeur and the tender little flower (mxtx means kid Hua Cheng) and their diaries of the downfall of Xianle. Word count is undecided, I'm never accurate at estimating word counts anyway. It's just like the xianxia I write doesn't fit into your regular xianxia, the royalty I write doesn't fit into your regular fictional depictions of royalty - just the outlandish made-up worlds and social customs in the author's imagination...

chapter 60 notes: If we put Qi Rong in a modern context, we could say that he has bipolar disorder.

chapter 72 notes: about the chapter title "To Meet You in the Mortal Realm; to Find Flowers Beneath the Rain" - eventually I feel that "To Meet You" is more romantic than "To Meet Someone". Just think about it, "meeting you" is one of the most romantic things in the world.

chapte 80 notes: Of course (HC) won't give (XL) a handjob or help him [...], but Huahua's sexual awakening starts with this incident... (XL is seriously obssessed with martial arts combat!)

chapter 88 notes: Xie Lian never gets tanned, I envy him... I finally reached this place - in a dilapidated temple, a god about to be forgotten and a believer who's still young - this is the first mental image I have about this story, which drove me to wrote the story. I'm the kind of person who'd make up a whole book just to get to write a certain passage...

chapter 119 notes: Actually Huahua is just being naughty and wants to joke around playing dead, who'd have thought...

chapter 123 notes: So Black Water made his appearance long ago, he's been hanging around before your eyes all along. Wind Master never knew the real Mingyi, it's always been the same person before him - and before you readers. (Black Water) officially recognized as Best Actor of this story! I've been holding it a secret for so long and so has he, now I can finally let it out.

chapter 141 notes: If you heat up Huahua in the kiln, he'll grow bigger~

chapter 175 notes: "Hua Cheng! Your diary! We've read it all!!!"

chapter 229 notes: Huahua low-key sucking up to the elderly to make a good impression

chapter 242 notes: Why do you like to spook yourselves? - why on earth would there be such plots as (XL) waiting for another 800 years - too long, impossible! Happy ending is around the corner!

SVSSS is my first work so it has some exceptions that I won't discuss here, but MDZS and TGCF both only have one main couple. I said this repeatedly in the author's notes when MDZS was being serialized and in other places. As for Mo Xuanyu, he is a little gay dude but he died at the beginning of the story so he doesn't count as a serious character...It's fine to have headcanons you like as long as you don't seperate the main couple. But for me personally, my taste leans towards having only one gay couple in the story, and I have no plans to write about another secondary couple. I'm stating this to avoid some unnecessary disputes.

XL is good at making pickled vegetables. Because pickled vegetables are needed with steamed bun and rice porridge, so XL became quite experienced after practicing for hundreds of years. Also you can just leave the pickled vegetable by itself most of the time and let it undergo chemical reaction. XL mostly fail because he get inventive.

XL and Mu Qing chose the same path of cultivation and are both Daoists. But Feng Xin never studied under a master at the Holy Royal Pavillion so he's not a Daoist and simply a plebeian martial god, so he doesn't need to observe the celibacy rules like XL and Mu Qing.

My passion for inventing new dishes (or rather weapons) cooked by Xie Lian is only slightly less than my passion for making Huahua change into new clothes

Huahua often turn into human forms, in which he has two eyes, so you guys can stop counting the number of his eyes.

In the setting of this story, if you want to be a god,you need to be a human hero first, which means you need to be the best of the best among humans. Only heaven officials who ascended are real heaven officials and belong in the Upper Court. How do you ascend? Firstly it depends on your personal ability, you have to be outstanding in some aspect (such as martial arts or literary talents) to enter the path of ascension. Secondly it depends on luck, if you're extremely lucky and a favourite of fate, and just picked up some rare secret guides (to ascension) or immortal pills by the roadside, that works too. Officials in the Middle Court are appointed, which means someone in the Heavenly Realm could promote you to that position. But Middle Court officials have the opportunity to become a bona fide Upper Court official too if they're capable enough.

Black Water indeed owes Hua Cheng a huge sum of money and is a very impoverished Calamity, seriously lowering the income standard of the Calamities (although there're only three of them). But his debt isn't completely due to eating too much. As for the money Black Water owes, it's an ancient debt - 40% is the cost of buying gifts for heaven officials of Upper Court and planting agents there (bribery!), 30% is maintenance fee for his territory and expenses on pet food, the rest 30% is food (for himself).

Talismans are probably the equivalent of the business cards (of heaven officials)... "Hello this is my consecrated talisman" = "hello this is my business card"

You can't get rid of ghostly essence (which XL is tainted with because he spends too much time with HC) simply by brushing your teeth with plain water...you need to use consecrated spell water (which is super bitter and weird).

The weapon forged by a heaven official is called fabao (literally "dharma treasure"); if it's a weapon forged by mortal Daoists and monks, it's called faqi (literally "dharma tool") - only after their ascension can their weapons be called fabao.

In my imagination, Xianle ia the kind of small ancient kingdom that's overall culturally Han, but has peculiar customs...although I feel like what I wrote on Xianle is mostly just peculiar hahahaha [facepalm] [beat myself up]

Not only are the forms, customs, cultures, and politics of countries in this story made-up, the kind of arcane stuff like occult sciences and philosophical values are all made-up. Although I did research but the records I consulted are too difficult to understand, so I just made things up on my own. Please bear with me If you're knowledgable in this sort of thing hahaha.

Puqi refers to water chestnut.

Look up "Blood-Soaked Fire Social" (xue she huo) if you're interested, it exists in real life and is very thrilling. What I wrote is different from the traditional festival, there're some made-up elements to make it more exciting

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian

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mswyrr · 6 months

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THG is the only pop culture story I can think of where the heroes (Katniss and Peeta) are disabled* and their happy ending doesn't require that they be "fixed" in order to be happy. IMO, part of why there's such controversy over the ending of the books in particular is that Collins wrote the pov of Katniss as a woman who is content and loves her life and her spouse and kids, but she's still very clearly mentally ill (and arguably somewhere on the spectrum). She has coping strategies and her life is good, but she will never be "normal" and Collins doesn't let the audience think that.

The one part, where she talks about how she handles the darker days, when she's really struggling, never fails to move me:

I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play. (Mockingjay, 332)

It's hard to express how important that is to me. Someone doesn't have to be "normal" to lead a good life. Someone doesn't have to be "normal" to have a life worth living, to give and receive love in good ways.

And, so, when people look at the villain in the prequel and say "he's just crazy, that's why he's evil. He's just a psycho, he's nuts," it's so out of place, it's so dissonant to me -- I think that's absolutely not the kind of story Collins would tell, given her prior handling of disability.

I don't think she's suddenly turned into a Victorian writer where you can know someone is evil because they're disabled because the writer thinks disabled people are warped creatures incapable of doing anything but bringing evil into the world. And the way people assert this, as if it's the pure, wholesome, most politically advanced reading of the prequel, is just - it doesn't compute for me. I don't understand how people get there.

I studied (for years) the treatment of mentally ill people in the mid-20th Century US. It was horrific. US forced sterilization and eugenics laws actually inspired N/azi Germany's forced sterilization, eugenics, and mass murder campaigns against mentally ill and disabled people. Nice, normal people have repeatedly convinced themselves that torturing and killing disabled people is how they will "purify" their society - they've done great evil in the name of rooting out the people evil is supposedly located within biologically.

Is it so hard to believe that people with normal brains do evil? Is it truly so impossible? Even in a story where the Games are about how a lot of people, the majority of whom are neurotypical, can be brought, via media presentation and entertainment techniques, into taking pleasure in their participation in evil? It's so hard to fathom that evil can't simply be located in someone being "psycho"?

Ballad already has Dr Gaul, who is evil and clearly neurodivergent. If Snow is too then the message starts to get kind of worrying? IMO, Coriolanus is more effective as a kind of “everyman” as an 18 year old - an example of the incentive structures (rewards and punishments) and propaganda that motivate “normal” people to go along. Of course, he will later become something far worse than that, someone who takes control of this thing, who uses his intimate knowledge of it and his insight into other “normal” people to make it worse, but that’s not the part of his life we see the most of. The part the book focuses on provides what I consider a powerful depiction of how ordinary people are acculturated into corrupt societies.

It's fiction so there's all kinds of interpretations that the text can support and exploring those is good. It's a stronger text because it has ambiguities and can be interpreted more than one way. But the intensity of some of the rhetoric is an unsettling contrast to what I've thought, for over a decade, Collins' themes and pov are as a writer.

*Shame on the films for removing Peeta's physical disability, though; in the books he lost a leg during their first Games

#thg meta #my meta #i'm gonna try to leave it at this now - i don't want to keep letting this bother me so much #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #maybe Coriolanus Snow is the evil neurotypical representation we need lol #i'm going to unsubscribe from the reddit i think #that is where i am seeing a lot of this #and it's just not worth it

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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year

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I just finished Time of Contempt for the third time and I am deep deep deep in my Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon feelings again. Now that know what’s coming and I understand her arc, I’m catching a lot more.

TW: mentions of sexual assault

Ciri’s descent, which we see a hint of at the end this book, her “corruption arc” is the story of what war, and what the associated abandonment and abuse of children, does to a society. It is a visceral story about how (as the saying goes) A child who is not embraced by the village, will burn it down to feel its warmth.

Probably the worst interview of Sapko that my eyes have had the displeasure to read was a guy who asked him basically (paraphrased) how could Ciri’s mind be so “weak” that she falls into murder and crime after everything she learned from Geralt.

And like BUDDY DID YOU NOT READ THE STORY? Wow ok.

Sapko is like…because that is real, look around you.

“Well, I suppose here my fantasy becomes very real and lifelike. What happened to Ciri happened to hundreds of teenagers, in that number some I knew.”

There is a narrative.

And when kids are all by themselves and repeatedly traumatized and threatened, they will turn where they need to for safety. Their minds and the way they process empathy and emotions will change as a result of related abuse.

And to me, that arc is very believable. And it is part of her rite of passage of ultimately choosing good and coming fully into her power, choosing the love and example of her found family (primarily Geralt and Yen but also Kaer Morhen and Dandelion). In this terrible interview (seriously someone let me interview the man I could do better) he says:

And – last not least – that’s me, the author, who has invented Ciri and her fate, who has invented the whole storyline, and the storyline required of Ciri to become a teenage killer. It was a stage in her rite de passage, the rite of passage.

It is an arc. And for me a very believable (if extremely painful one) First there is the “before”.

The story is very clear who Ciri is before she is alone without the protection of Yen and Geralt.

Her character is already established by Time of Contempt but the narrative still goes through the trouble of showing her deny the offer of destructive power.

As a little girl, (in Blood of Elves) Ciri risks herself to save Triss’s life when she and Geralt’s caravan is attacked. She doesn’t wait for someone else to help, she shields Triss with her body. (That made me feel some kinda way in retrospect let me tell ya)

In the same scene we see how tender hearted she is towards the elves plight and how she resolves not to be neutral.

Blood of Elves and Time of Contempt both show how she is just a little kid who wants parents (running away to see Geralt, writing him letters from Meliteles temple begging him to come see her, identifying fiercely as a witcher girl of Kaer Morhen, idolizing Yen)

But at the end of Time of Contempt, Ciri still makes two dramatic, narrative establishing decisions, that show what kind of person she is.

First is the refusal of power. The refusal of revenge.

In the desert, she taps into prohibited power (fire power) to save Little Horse. It begins to consume her, offering her dominion over the world. It is personified by Falka and it shows Ciri vengeance. It shows her her enemies. It shows her the people who killed her grandma and sacked Cintra. It shows her the black knight.

Ciri and vengeance is already a theme. We know she feels urges towards vengeance for the people who slaughtered her family. The only bad fight she’s had with Geralt was about that. (She says she wanted vengeance and he overreacts and has to follow her and comfort her and apologize. The narrative doesn’t let us hear what he says, it’s through Triss’s eyes, but it is heart wrenching)

And now she is being offered vengeance by showing her what it really looks like. People suffering and dying. And it’s asking hey little girl you want this? Because I can give it to you.

This power also shows her her loved ones.

At this point in the story, Ciri is alone, lost in a desert, and feels abandoned. And any kid that feels abandoned blames her parents. It makes her a very believable kid character. Im alone? Where are my parents?? They’ve abandoned me?? At least that’s what she says.

But when the power offers her the opportunity to take the hurt she is feeling and hurt them back she is horrified.

She shouts out loud that she relinquishes it. She relinquishes all the power and collapses.

She makes an incredibly important decision to refuse destructive vengeful power.

The second thing that happens to establish her character at this point in the saga is she is being pursued by people who want to kill her and/or turn her into Nilfgaard. She is running and trying to escape. She is armed and gets a clear shot at a pursuer but again, sees a human face, and can’t do it. She shows mercy because her empathy will not allow her to see a persons face and kill them.

She is very lucky to survive that encounter.

She is a good, decent, human being.

But the story doesn’t leave us there. It gives us an ominous hint of the oncoming storm.

To get out of a life threatening situation, she joins a gang called The Rats. The Rats are a group of heavily traumatized war orphans who have been abandoned, raped, and abused and have banded together to not be alone. They’ve become murderers and no longer feel empathy for those they harm, but rather they take pleasure at killing others. She sees the look in their faces and identifies it as evil.

They adopt her. They protect her. Suddenly she is ‘safe’. Suddenly she is with others like her (war orphans with heavy trauma). Suddenly she is no longer alone. She is being offered a new identity (her old identity will get her killed at this point) She is them.

They also sexually assault her. (Cycle of abuse. I had to fast forward those parts. I’m listening to the audio and I can’t do that again)

But by the end Ciri has a new family. It’s the only option to her for survival. She finally manages to kill someone and takes the name Falka.

And as the return reader, you already know just how horrific it’s gonna get before it gets better. The feelings of doom. Ooof.

There is so much coming and if you’ve already read it, the dread is real.

It takes worse torture and assault than you can possibly imagine for Ciri to become the “teenaged killer” the narrative demands.

Because above all Ciri is like Yen. She is a survivor. She is angry. She has impulses for vengeance when she is harmed. All of these things are normal and human and can be given healthy outlets in normal situations. But this is not a normal situation.

So yeah I love her so much and the feelings of doom I have going into the next book are hanging over me. Of course it makes the bloody vengeance at the end that much more satisfying. But yeah.

And just to be clear I don’t judge her at all for anything she does during this “corruption” arc. I just don’t. She is surviving and no one can make me hate her ever. I’m an irrational person when it comes to her. And the her growth, her arc is one of the most satisfying I’ve ever read.

Most of us may not be war orphans being pursued by half the world. But the parallels to being an unprotected teenaged girl in a world that wants to exploit you, chew you up, and spit you out, is something those of us who came from abusive homes can understand. It is ultimately very validating and inspiring.

So I’ll be skipping the worst parts on audio. Some of them I just can’t do again. But I’m still obsessed with this story and I love my girl.

Ok thanks for reading my Ciri feels.

#the witcher #the witcher books #cirilla fiona elen riannon #thinking about the witcher books yet again #thinking about Ciri yet again

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docholligay · 4 days

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Really I think the most stupid grim dark bullshit of show Red Wedding vs book Red Wedding is no one in the show universe CARED. In the books it was a massive thing, with the perpetrators immediately losing allies and finding themselves beset from all sides because it was considered so horrible in universe. In the show it’s just considered a brilliant tactic with no negative representations. Not even the Northerners who had their families slaughtered care.

Yeah, the show is so wrong on so many levels. And, there are plenty of things to complain about in the books, so I'm not sure why the showrunners thought there was ever a need to make it worse.

I actually ragequit the show very very very early on, when they had Drogo rape Dany on their wedding night. I said to myself, "Holligay, these motherfuckers fundamentally misunderstand these books. Let's don't continue." It's such a fundamental thing! The only reason Dany feels like she can access any power at all is that, for the first time in her FUCKING LIFE, someone listens when she says no. It is such an amazing and wold-shaking moment for her. And it immediately lets us know that for all the things we might have thought about the Dothraki, they are more 'civilized' than the culture she came from. I mean it's all very 90s hamfisted shit, but whatever, that's still more than some fantasy that is still enjoyed today.

And yes! The Red Wedding in the books is A) not all that shocking, and B) is an IMMEDIATE PROBLEM for the Lannisters. The whole point being made with them is that there IS a line, even in this world, and they repeatedly cross it, which the showrunners think is very sexy and cool of them in a way that is fun when I'm talking to a fellow fan but annoying when it's people helming a huge budget adaptation of a series they don't seem to fundamentally like or understand.

Like having Jaime rape Cersei in the cavern? HAVING TWINS FUCKING NEXT TO THE CORPSE OF THEIR DEAD SON WAS NOT FUCKED UP ENOUGH FOR YOU ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEEE?

I loved the series when I was in junior high, it was exactly what I was looking for when I was falling out of my affections for fantasy. I even read the fourth book despite not really being a fantasy reader by that point. I maintain that if Martin had finished the series in a timely fashion he would be remembered as having written a fantastic and influential series but now everything is fucked up by the TV show and I do not in any way blame martin for taking the money and kicking back because BITCH SO WOULD I but damn.

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vir-g-o · 5 months

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Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Y/N Hawthorn was the oldest daughter of the Hawthorn family. The Hawthorn were known for the giant empery of feather pens they built. They distributed to the Minister, and all across England and Ireland. The first time that Draco and Y/N meet was at a party thrown by the Malfoy’s at their Manor. Mr Hawthorn, well known feather pens seller and distributor (and discreet supremacist of pureblood supporter), and Lucius Malfoy meet at the Minister, and got along right away. Having both children of the same age and living fairly close to each other they though it was a great idea to bring them together. Mr Hawthorn arrived at Malfoy´s Manor with his pregnant wife (Bhavana, a beautiful woman, from a poor pureblood Ireland family, that won the lottery marrying to her wealthy husband), and their daughter. Bhavana was a beautiful tall and skinny woman, with dark hair and blood-red eyes. Her daughter Y/N was nothing the less her exact picture, a pale kid with the same fire eyes. Draco and Y/N, both arrogant with sharp tongues little kids, as their parents, fit in with each other perfectly. Except for one little, insignificant detail: Y/N's mother never really agreed with the purist ideas of blood. But both of her and Y/N quickly learned to suck it up out of convenience after a few incidents with Mr Hawthorn when Y/N was younger and therefor more imprudent. From that night Draco and Y/N became close friends, and Y/N spend tons of days out at the Malfoy´s Manor. Both got sorted at the Slytherin house, to the pleas of their fathers. But at Hogwarts, they dynamic became to change.

CHAPTER 1

3th year

The firs class of Care of Magical Creatures was important. At least for Y/N. She loved magical creatures, although for Draco it wasn't so exciting. The young witch had spent all summer trying to tame the beast-like book and had accomplish it. She was the only one apparently.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Draco sneered. "We should have stroked them! why didn't we guess!"

"I -- I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Draco. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

Y/N rolled her eyes. After 2 years at Hogwarts she had realise that Draco acted way differently in front of other people than he did when they were alone. She knew that he wanted to shine and the fact that he was surrounded by people he believes where below him didn't make him any more charismatic. Y/N usually kept quiet when he started getting noisy.

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"You shouldn't say things like that in public Draco" said Y/N while keeping her eyes on the book she was reading.

"Why? Don't tell me you like those filthy mood bloods" reply Draco with a mix of confusion and despise

"It's bad taste expressing one's negative feelings towards other person to their face" Y/N have mastered her parent’s ways on not getting in trouble by sharing their political views. "You never know how people would react, what if someone got violent with you?"

"I'll beat them off" said Draco nonchalant.

Y/N was always surprise at how much slower boys grew up than girls.

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The class continue in a way that surpassed Y/N's expectations. Meeting hippogriffs in their first class was not at all what they all were expecting.

After Harry Potter little trip on Buckbeack Hagrid untied the hippogriffs one by one, and soon people were bowing nervously, all over the paddock. Neville ran repeatedly backward from his, which didn't seem to want to bend its knees. Ron and Hermione practiced on the chestnut, while Harry watched. Y/N, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Draco and Y/N, who were both patting his beak.

"I knew it must have been easy, if Potter could do it.... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" he said to the hippogriff. "Are you, you great ugly brute?"

It happened in a flash of steely talons; Draco let out a high-pitched scream and Y/N felt to the floor, next moment Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at Draco, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.

"I'm dying!" Draco yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!" Y/N suffocated a scream of fear.

"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, who had gone very white. "Someone help me-- gotta get him outta here --"

Hermione ran to hold open the gate as Hagrid lifted Draco easily. Blood splattered the grass and Hagrid ran with him, up the slope toward the castle. Y/N and Pansy Parkinson were holding each other with their eyes full of tears.

Y/N and Pansy weren't really close, they get along fairly but after the incident with Draco and Buckbeack they became much closer.

"He should be fired!" said an infuriating Pansy when she and Y/N gathered together at the Slytherin common room.

"It was really dangerous to bring high dangerous classified creatures to the first class" agreed Y/n "I’m so worried about Draco" said in a low voice, he was still at the nursery.

"You and Draco are close, aren't you?" Pansy had eyes shining in curiosity

Y/N blushed a little "Well, we know each other since we were little"

"Do you like him?"

Pansy's question took Y/N of surprised

"Ugh no way, he's just a friend" she left out a little laugh, but the reality was that she has blush.

"Huh, that’s great. Although he's a little cute..." said Pansy looking side-eye to Y/N with a malicious smirk on her face.

Y/N smiled "I guess he is a little cute"

They both break out giggling with their faces red. Then Pansy shhh when realized they were getting a little attention on the common room.

After that they got closer. They often sat together and would talk secretly about Draco. Y/N enjoyed how they both took it light-hearted and neither of they get jealous. Although Y/N was a little more direct in her approaches to Draco, and Auri would just look at her with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Y/N would do the same when she saw Draco and Y/N talking or sitting privately at the common room or the library.

After the incident not much happened between Y/N and Draco, but that didn't last longer.

"But why he's going to get killed?" Y/N cried loudly burying her head between her legs.

"He could have killed me! Don't you care?" Draco responded with an angry tone. They had never fight before.

"I do care! But it wasn't his fault! It was Hagrid's, why couldn't they fire him? Why they have to kill Buckbeack?" the poor girl was in a sea of tears unable to stop "and it was also your fault Draco! Tell them to stop!"

"There, there...quit crying" despite not feeling guilty at all Draco was clumsily patting Y/N in the head. He did felt guilty for making her cry. "Oh...you always have had a soft spot for beasts and sick creatures, don't you? There's nothing to be done, my father is furious"

Y/N's parents also were when she told them all about it in a letter and Y/N couldn't bring herself to defend neither Hagrid or Buckbeack.

At the end of the next Care of Magical Creatures class she approached to Hagrid. He seemed numb with shock at the verdict.

"Hmmmm Professor, I’d like to have a word with you" she said nervously

"What'S miss..."

"Hawthorn, sir"

"Just Hagrid S'fine" Y/N nodded quickly

"I heard about Buckbeack..." suddenly she felt stupid about what she was doing, she has heard about it through Draco and was friends with him, and he was the guilty one about the whole situation after all "I’m so sorry about it, I just wanted to say that I don't think it's fair and that he's a wonderful creature" her eyes were crystal again.

Suddenly she notices that Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger where there looking, She didn't know how much of it they had heard. Y/N knew they were close to Hagrid. The four of them looked at each other awkwardly but Hagrid start talking.

"S'all my fault. Got all tongue-tied. They was all sittin' there in black robes an' I kep' droppin' me notes and forgettin' all them dates yeh looked up fer me, Hermione. An' then Lucius Malfoy stood up an' said his bit, and the Committee jus' did exac'ly what he told 'em...."

"There's still the appeal!" said Ron fiercely. "Don't give up Yet, we're working on it!"

They were walking back up to the castle with the rest of the class. Y/N stayed quiet and uncomfortable.

Ahead they could see Draco, who was walking with Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, and kept looking back.

"S'no good, Ron," said Hagrid sadly as they reached the castle steps.

"That Committee's in Lucius Malfoy's pocket. I'm jus' gonna make sure the rest o' Beaky's time is the happiest he's ever had. I owe him that...."

Hagrid turned around and hurried back toward his cabin, his face buried in his handkerchief.

"Look at him blubber!"

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle had been standing just inside the castle doors, listening. Draco looked quickly to Y/N and then went back to the trio of Gryffindors.

"Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Draco. "And he's supposed to be our teacher!"

Y/N was about to open her mouth but then

-- SMACK!

Hermione had slapped Draco across the face with all the strength she could muster. Draco staggered. All of them stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.

"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul -- you evil --"

"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.

"Get off, Ron!"

Hermione pulled out her wand. Draco stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.

"C'mon," Draco muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons. Y/N was about to go with them but she was stopped by Harry's voice.

"Wait!"

Y/N was a little bit shock but maintained her poker face.

"You're Y/N Hawthorn, right?" Ron and Hermione also looked at him confused

"Yeah, why?"

"We heard you talking to Hagrid" Y/N could feel her face red "Thanks for defending Buckbeack" he said.

"How are you friends with Malfoy?" Hermione said, she still looked shake and heavy mad after hitting Draco.

Y/N felt really pressured under their eyes

"We don't always agree, but I really appreciate him, he's not always a jerk"

"Yeah right" Ron tone was sarcastic "I’m sure deep down he's adorable"

"But it's true, I never had seen him acting like this before we came to Hogwarts, although maybe that was because we were usually alone when we were together" she looked sadly to the ground.

The chat between her and the trio extended a little bit longer. She couldn't convince them that Draco was actually nice to have around and she didn't blame them, but she made it clear that he was really important to her. They talked about their stay in their respective houses, and went along with the Gryffindor vs Slytherin thing humorously, and about classes and professors and some others unimportant things.

Later that night after classes Draco confronted her in the library.

"What where you doing with Potter and his friends?" he has given himself permition to sit right next to her, and she was sure by the fact that he didn't had any books with him that he had going to the library just to look for her. And the thing was that she had go there just to avoid him.

"I was showing my respects to Hagrid about Buckbeack" she knew that Draco was referring just about that and hasn't found out about her little talk with the golden trio, because if that was the case he probably wouldn't be so calm "I don't get why you had to make those stupid comments about Hagrid! Seriously you are so insensitive!"

"I didn't know you cared that much" he said in a mocking tone

"You know I do! I told you that that mouth of you would bring you consequences! You know me, you know I liked to be discreet about thing, why can't you keep your thoughts to close ones? I'm the one that doesn't know you anymore! Why you act like such a jerk? You really need that much of external approval?" Y/N didn't realise she was screaming until she notices the contrast of what she has just said with the silence of everyone else at the library. After a scolding of Madam Pince they both headed towards Slytherin's common room silently.

After a few moments Draco finally talked.

"If that what you think then I don't get why are we even friends"

Y/N stayed silent. She had been wondering about that too lately. She didn't like the way Draco acted in a lot of instances but she still had a lot of fun with him and care for him deeply. But she didn't say anything. Neither did Draco after that, and they both went straight to their beds without saying good night.

#harry potter #hp #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #slytherin #draco #draco x slytherin!reader

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians episodes one and two, immediate impressions

Written by someone who absolutely lived those books as a kid and is no less obsessed with them as a grown up.

I will try to avoid spoilers for anything that comes later in the book or in later books in case people who have only watched the show will be reading this, but there might still be unintentional spoilers and there definitely will be spoilers for how the event of the first two episodes went down in the book.

I have been waiting since before the old movies came out, suffered the disappointment of their existence, was part of the collective agreement Lightning Thief had no sequel and am finally ready to see them try again.

I have just finished re-reading the first series and am nearing the end of House of Hades, so all the book stuff is fresh in my mind.

(I also bough the first five and all five Trials of Apollo for only £12 yesterday 🎊🎊🎊 now my tiny London apartment is flooded with books I already have no space for 🤣🤣🤣 so worth it though.)

Episode 1

- seems lovely so far;

- Percy is perfectly himself and the acting is damn decent;

- Little Percy is very cute, but also sort of spooky, make me think of the ocean, no matter what, there is always something eerie about it;

- Nancy is as awful, as she has to be and it is a nice thought that Percy understands she bullies him because of her own issues, yet also acknowledges it is still not okay;

- Brunner is perfect, they nailed his feel and presence 10/10. Why is his horse part not white though? Come on, it doesn’t have to match his skin tone and would have looked super cool, setting him apart from other centaurs like it does in the books;

- The kindly one (what they call Furies in the book) is well done and properly terrifying;

- Sally Jackson is the star, seriously, she is everything;

- Smelly Gabe is authentic enough to smell him trough the screen;

- Super funny that his reward for letting them take the car in the show is a sandwich he never ends up getting at all. At least in the books he got his dips

- BUT!!!!! Wtf with Gabe saying please? And them watching the game together? Why is he suddenly not that terrible??? How could they have decided to give redeeming qualities to this guy??? He is like the definition of awful and there really was no need to make him better in any way.

Initially I did not particularly notice this, because he was disgusting in my eye, yet upon watching for the second time, I replied he repeatedly said please and his conversation with Sally seemed suddenly more like banter than the awful way he treated her in the books. This gives their marriage something to it and makes it feel like there might have been a reason why they got married other than Sally wanting to protect Percy though Gabe's smell. And that is just wrong. Gabe was absolutely the king of awful in the books and he should have stayed that way.

I felt like I had to go back to add this point, because I missed it in my initial watching when I was writing this immediate reaction.

It can be argued that even the worst abusers are not horrible 24/7 and are ofter nice to the people around them from time to time, which makes it even more confusing and hard to leave them. But this does not really fit to the situation here, Gabe had zero redeeming qualities in the book and I can't see why there would be a need to give him any in the show;

- Sally being firmly on Percy’s side is pure gold and absolute parenting goals;

- Blue candy !!!!

- D’Angelo sandwiches though??? Hmmm…

- “Who is Yantsy?” 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Gabe is so dumb, i love it;

- Hades is not satan, they finally got that right! At least I think that’s supposed to be Hades;

- Can’t stress enough how awesome it is that Percy is not an orphan in the books. His relationship with Sally is everything. It is also a whole lot less lazy than just having an orphaned protagonist and also a lot more relatable for the readers;

- I love the scene where Percy is confused and scared, trying to get her to stop, but Sally keeps talking, as if she knows if she does not say it out loud, she will never be able to;

- Sally: “He was a god.” Percy: “You fell in love with Jesus?” 🤣🤣🤣

- Grover is so funny though, I can’t even;

- The Minotaur cgi looks decent;

- And he is wearing underpants!!!

- Bye-bye Gabe’s car;

- Grover is supposed to be unconscious!!! That’s a major point of his later self-torments, the fact that he got knocked out and Percy had to carry him all the way.

I cannot see why he needed to be present for this scene. He doesn’t do much of anything other than having Sully make him swear to protect Percy, although I am not certain what that was emphasised for?

- Sally is badass! Hell yeah for mothers doing mad stuff to protect their babies, super on point and as someone who does have a baby, super realistic;

- Noooo!!! Sally!!! Proper heartbreaking;

- He did not have the sword yet! Or Grover there! And he fought the Minotaur anyways!!!

It was supposed to be the first sing of his endless courage bordering on idiocy and a serious lack in the self preservation department when it comes to people he loves being in danger.

Which ultimately is a super important point in the story. I feel they missed an opportunity to show just how many fucks are absolutely not given when Percy sees somebody dear to him threatened;

- He does still kill him with the horn, not the sword, so I guess I can forgive the sword being there for a brief second. Although it would certainly add more meaning if it wasn’t;

- Show us how he carried Grower to Camp after killing the Minotaur!!! Percy did it all on his own, no help whatsoever! That’s part of what made other campers so interested in him!

- Annabeth!!! My best girl!!!

Episode 2

- Percy’s eyes are so book accurate, a proper proper sea green, I am happy happy happy;

- And Walker is such a perfect fit for the role, it really feels like he is Percy. I can forgive them for not having someone else, who had dark hair, his casting in on par.

Also I feel like nailing his eyes is more important than hair. They are an important part of the character, a reflection of his connection to the ocean.

I can also completely get behind not immediately wanting to dye a child’s hair, so it’s not that important.

I am personally of the opinion, that unless a character’s appearance is a point in the plot, such as relation to a certain someone hinted at trough similarity in looks/belonging to a certain group/coming from a certain place/being singled out positively or negatively because of certain features/etc, changing it doesn’t matter;

A good example is the colour of Percy’s eyes. It needs to be maintained, as they are a reference to his father being Poseidon and him being a child of the sea;

- The same goes for Leah, she has absolute Annabeth energy and is just perfect every step of the way, so the fact that she ain’t blonde doesn’t really matter. It was not a particular plot point in the books and the change will not affect her character in any way;

(If Elle Woods suddenly wasn’t blonde anymore, that would be insane, in Annabeth’s case, it is not that important.)

- Aww, Percy thinks Poseidon is going to be there at camp, that’s heartbreaking :((

- Peter Johnson !!!

- ‘He’s starting with me!’

- For a moment I thought he was gonna say ‘the wine dude Dionysus’ 🤣 that would hardy have ended well;

- ‘Your Highness’ 🤣🤣🤣 Percy is adorable;

- Mister D pretending to be Percy’s dad and trying to get him to fetch a bottle of wine is sooooo funny, I died. Chiron’s face though… 🤣🤣🤣 ‘I could be!’ ‘But are you?!’

And this:

- ‘Son.’

- ‘Dad?’

- ‘Yes Peter!’

- ‘Percy!’

- ‘Exactly’

- And Percy looking at Mr D and thinking: ‘Mom fell in love with and spoke so highly of this guy? He is basically Divine Gabe.’

I will be anything upon first meeting him in the show and hearing the ‘i am your dad’ thing, that is exactly what Percy is thinking. ‘Oh no, my dad is the Less Smelly Gabe?‘

- The Hermes cabin is looking good, the chaos seems very authentic;

- As someone who had been bullied at school for different from other kids, it is a very touching moment, when Percy is sure the Hermes kids are about to start some trouble, but Luke is just so lovely to him instead.

It is honestly every weird kid’s dream to have someone approach them with something kind to say.

And when he says: ‘you are just like everyone else here’, it must have felt so nice for Percy to finally hear something like that, like there is somewhere he can belong as himself;

- Luke, my sweet tragic baby ❤️ i cannot help loving him so damn much;

His underlying wistfulness and hidden pain from not feeling loved by his dad break my heart into a million pieces. And the way he just older-brothers Percy from the beginning is everything ❤️

- But does this show hate blonde people?

Cause Luke isn’t blonde either. 🤣

Once again, great acting, charisma and that feel of Luke’s powerful awesomeness tinted with desolate melancholy was captured brilliantly.

Charles does have that vibe and is great in the role. But I just had to note the ‘nobody is blonde’ thing cause it’s funny;

- More importantly though, WHERE IS LUKE’S SCAR??? That little scrape he’s got on his face is way too small and insignificant to be the unfortunate trophy from a dragon fight.

It looks nowhere near ghastly enough!

The whole point was that Luke was super handsome, but his scar was there like a tear in a beautiful portrait.

Charles is a good looking fella, he could have easily pulled off having a huge scar running across half of his face and still be a ladies’ dream;

- The Dryad with Grover has such sweet motherly vibes;

- Is it me or do Grover’s goat legs appear somewhat skinny?

- ‘Like an old banana’ Damn, Grover. I feel like this nicely reminds everyone Grover is not the human child he appears as;

- I feel like it is more realistic that Percy comes to believe his mother can be saved from the underworld by himself, since it is pretty logical, if the underworld is a place you can go to, you could theoretically bring someone back.

There didn’t really need to be an ominous investigation conducted by Grover for Percy to come upon that idea;

- More creepy ass dreams;

- CLARISSE MUST BE BUFFER!!!

And here I somewhat don’t get it.

Cause Dior looks perfectly buff enough for the part in pictures online, but it almost feels like they made her look smaller on camera, instead of using filming techniques to make her look even bigger.

All I could think while watching those scenes was “Clarisse must be bigger!”. Why does she look so skinny in the show, when the actress has got proper muscles irl?

- Percy being terrible at everything he tries reminds me of Harry trying the wands out and making stuff blow up

- He set the Hephaestus kids’ stuff on fire 🤣🤣🤣 Leo should have been there 😉

- Is there a god of disappointment 🤣🤣🤣

- But you burn the stuff to send a message to the gods, not mortals or dead people. Burnt offerings are only messages to a god they are offered for.

Did Percy misunderstand this or did the makers of the show?

Cause there should be no way for Sally to have actually gotten that message;

- Burning candy and talking to mama hits right home though. Very painful, peak cinema, hurts a lot. Poor little Percy, he just needs a hug;

- Not from a gutter, Clarisse, what the actual?!?!

- Aaaand Supreme Lord of the Bathroom emerges!!!

I just love how good old Jonny outright refuses to harm Percy.

But does this mean Poseidon is the god of toilet water as well 🤣🤣🤣 what about everything that is flushed with it? Would he have power over that as well? Or only clean gutter water?

Also!!! Is Percy immune to ‘the Neptune’s kiss’?

(‘The Neptune’s kiss’ - is an unfortunate occurrence while going number two, when one of them lot falls down into the bowl with a blast and the water splashes back onto your unprotected buttcheeks.)

Cause that would be a seriously cool ability to have indeed;

- Annabeth!!! Always a win for Annabeth!!!

‘i can explain!’ ‘No you can’t!’

Absolutely chemistry

‘Are you stalking me, Annabeth?’ ‘Yes’

- Forbidden kids… hmm.. that’s an interesting way of putting it;

- Annabeth is Sherlock with better social skills? Hell yeah, Percy can be her sword-wielding Watson;

- Their armour looks so good! Like actually pleasant to look at, you can see effort and thought went into the costumes in the show.

Seeing them all dressed up reminds me of the longstanding tradition at Camp Halfblood of running outside wearing a breastplate and underpants when danger strikes in the middle of the night!

I really really hope they show that in this series;

- Percy should appreciate Annabeth standing there silently and waiting for him to get up, since any other classmate from his past would have made fun of his fall and certainly would not have waited for him to get up.

The way Annabeth reacted is decent between two warriors.

She did not mock his fall, waited for him to get up and made no unkind comments about it afterwards.

She did not help him get up, because he does not need assistance with such a minor trouble, which is something Percy will have to learn very soon.

As someone who has been bullied back at school, sometimes standing there silently is the nicest way someone you don’t know very well can react to you embarrassing yourself;

- I love how Annabeth doesn’t flaunt her being better at stuff in Percy’s face, he is the one who says that in a fit of self deprecation.

The writers could have easily had her say something like ‘of course i’m better’, as happens a lot in modern cinema, when characters boast about how awesome they are instead of showing it.

She respectfully listens to his ranting, then simply straightens out his breastplate, which is such an adorable moment between them my heart is going to shatter into a million pieces.

She then proceeds to tell him ‘you don’t even know how you fit into all this’ , basically saying ‘you don’t know how powerful you are’, but Annabeth is being wise.

She knows there is no point in telling Percy how awesome he could be. She believes in him and knows he needs discover his awesomeness on his own.

(I am currently re-reading The House of Hades, about half-ways trough.

Thus seeing cute Percy and Annabeth moments soothes by bleeding heart.

If you know you know, not gonna spoil an ancient book, ahahahha. )

- Yankees’ cap!!! (I know i am way too easily excited to see stuff from the book, but I was a Percy Jackson fan when the first movie came out and i still carry that damage, so cut me so slack)

- Game on! And she absolutely believes in him and never says anything demeaning, that is so awesome.

There is a trend in modern cinema to show characters’ badassness and awesomeness by having them be demeaning and rude to their companions.

This has been around for a while where the guy who was the best at everything was just allowed to be awful to everybody because of it.

Recent it has infected movies with female leads, as if the only way a woman can be portrayed as strong and capable is by being a bully to lesser men around her.

I love what they did with Annabeth here.

She is spectacular, she’s got a great plan, she knows it, she doesn’t have to repeat it.

But she does not need to be compared to Percy to be amazing, she simply is.

She also has faith in Percy and is supportive of him, without being patronising or feeling the need to over-explain.

She is confident he will know what to do when the time comes and believes honestly he will do well.

She does not tell him what to do because she is sure he will know when the time comes and that is a smart way to teach him a lesson about having faith in himself;

- Luke is so awesome, they nailed him! His faith in Annabeth and the way he says ‘Percy’s on it’ with no doubt whatsoever… i am loving it all;

- Percy is authentically adhd, this shit is so relatable 🤣

Petting that lizard is such a banger thing to do, i mean…

- It did not happen in the books like this, but these are such Percy moments, i cannot even 🤣 the main actor was a top choice;

- Closing your eyes and touching leafs or rocks is something I also absolutely love doing, Percy knows what’s on;

- Clarisse’s spear looks nifty as heck.

While I did complain that she needs to be bigger, Dior is perfect in this role. The casting generally is great so far.

She does portray the big bully energy really well;

- I have enjoyed the fight, although wasn’t Percy only supposed to get his power up after he touched the water? (I most honestly don’t remember)

Here it seems the presence of the river so close was enough and I must agree that it does look awesome when he suddenly begins fighting properly;

- And he falls into the water, heals up and is claimed by Poseidon. Precious!

- I am loving the Poseidon cabin vibes, it is just like the ocean. Beautiful and charming, but eerie and mysterious;

- I do not understand why they had to change it from Percy taking the quest immediately with the hidden idea of saving his mother, to his blatantly refusing the quest, only to have Grover tell him Sally can be saved to sway him to go anyways.

I think this was somewhat of a weird choice, but maybe it will matter later on, who knows.

It does fix up the rift between Grover and Percy with the whole Grover lying and getting him expelled situation, but that wasn’t really in the book at all, so…

I guess they wanted to try and not copy the book word for word, but Percy refusing the quest so harshly out of self preservation we have already established he doesn’t have much of seems a little out of character.

Maybe they are trying to emphasise that he would do anything to save his mom, but even without that, Percy would still have agreed to save the world and all, that’s his whole point.

And he did go with the idea of saving his mother in the book, he just didn't Grover to tell him it was possible, he simply refused to accept his mother was dead and was set on getting her back.

He is not a reluctant hero, he marches head first into danger, risks his life to save the world all the time and eats reality shattering prophecies for breakfast. (If you know you know ;)) )

I guess it doesn’t matter all that much.

In the book and the show he agreed to go on a quest in great part because he thought he could to save his mother, it was just presented differently. But I do feel once again they are diminishing Percy’s badassery.

This sweet and wonderful child doesn't need anybody's permission or reassurance, he simply though: 'Wow, there is my opportunity to go to the underworld, my mother must be there, to hell with Hades, I will make him give her back!"

He basically thought she was dead and still planned on getting her back anyways!!!

As we have seem during the duel with the Minotaur, when given proper motivation (or simply when pissed off and/or desperate enough) Percy is absolutely unhinged.

He takes no shits from anyone, god, monster, or whatever else.

It just feels a bit weird to see Percy Jackson yelling ‘no’ to a quest.

And feels like Percy's determination and intelligence are diminished because he did not come upon the idea of saving Sally on his own.

- Also, since when does Percy have a sense of self-preservation, aahahaha he could have really used a bit more of that in the books

Overall 7/10 so far

One point off for the removal of Percy's grand refusal to accept death and his brilliant sneaky plan to attempt bringing his mother back from the underworld while the quest for the Masterbolt provides a valid reason to go there. Seriously, this was perfectly devious in the books. He kept the idea to himself and simply nursed a plan to basically bring his mother back from the dead all on his own.

One point off for Luke’s scar being tiny. Everything else appearance wise is not important cause the actors are great. But not giving Luke the proper huge scar is a cosmetic decision that I do not condone

And one extra point off for Gabe saying please and having redeeming human features, as well as Sally actually wanting to watch the game with him, I could not imagine she would have ever wanted to do anything with Smelly Gabe, no no no no no

All in all, this is great so far, I need more with urgency.

Thank you for reading this much 💚

#percy jackon and the olympians #disney #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #rick riordan #riordanverse #percabeth #clarisse la rue #dyonisus #hades #hades is not satan #please for Hera’s sake Hades is not satan and the Underworld is not hell #so far so good

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fictional-crushes-unite · 2 years

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Can I have an annabeth x reader fluff?

Absolutely!

Annabeth Chase x Reader {no gender outright confirmed}, no trigger warnings, just fluff and cuteness

"Y/n, please, I'm trying to work!" Annabeth grouched as you repeatedly poked her shoulder.

"What? Don't you love me more than," you strained to read the words on her laptop. "Pythagoras?"

Your girlfriend looked up at you, a stricken look on her face. "Don't. Don't make me choose between you."

You sighed dramatically and fell backwards, bouncing against the edge of the bed. "Annie..." you groaned, kicking your feet. "I'm bored..."

Not looking up, she tossed a book at you. "Then here. Read something." You glared at the heavy novel in front of you. "I don't want to read about whatever this is~"

"It's the collected works of Epicurus," Annabeth interjected.

You frowned at the back of her head. "Fine, the collected works of Epipen. But I want to go do something!"

"Go train or help Leo blow up the climbing wall again. Just let me work!"

"But I want to be with you..." you sighed, sitting up and wrapping your arms around her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and squeezed your hand.

"Let me just finish this. Seriously, let me just write this report and we can spend the rest of the day together, okay?"

"Alright, deal." You clamoured off the bed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "See you in a bit."

"Love you," she mumbled as the door closed behind you.

You wandered outside, squinting when the sun hit directly in your eyes. "GUYS! WATCH WHERE YOU SHINE THAT THING!"

"Sorry, Y/n!" the Apollo kids chorused, before readjusting the chariot's flight path.

"Why he let you borrow that, I'll never know." You muttered, continuing your walk through the camp.

"Out of the way!"

Clarisse barrelled her way down the path, a stack of helmets piled in her arms. You swerved to avoid her, catching one as fell from her grip.

She nodded in thanks, then inclined her head towards the forges. "Bring that over for me, would ya? If you're not too busy making goo goo eyes at Featherhead, that is."

You rolled your eyes at her comment, but made your way to the smoky building regardless. Leo was sitting on a bench, fiddling with a piece of scrap metal. He looked up when he heard you approach and waved.

"Hi, N/n. What'cha got there?" he asked, pointing to the helmet. You looked down at it and shrugged. "No idea. Bringing it for a friend."

"A helmet, doofus. It needs to be fixed." Clarisse said grumpily, coming up behind you and dropping the rest of them on the table. "And we are not friends."

"Sure, bestie, whatever you say," you teased, placing the helmet back on the top of the stack. "Where is everyone? I haven't seen too many people around."

"Apparently someone set off a minor sleeping curse. Will figures it should wear off by tomorrow, but until then most of them are out of commission."

"Who's out of commission?" Annabeth echoed, stepping into the forges. "It's nothing, birdy, don't worry about it." Clarisse called, causing her to scowl. "Whenever anyone says that, it just makes me worry more."

"Relax, Annie. It just means we have the camp to ourselves for a little while," you cooed, resting your forehead against hers. She visibly calmed down and leaned into your touch.

"If you two decide to have sex all over the place, I won't hesitate to stab you both." Clarisse's annoyed shout brought a blush to your faces, and Annabeth violently cleared her throat.

"Mind your own business, would you?" she yelled back, before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. "Bye, Leo!" you called as your girlfriend dragged you away.

"Could you maybe slow down?"

Annabeth dropped her pace to a jog, and you smiled in thanks. "Where exactly are we running to? Not to complain, I love this, but~"

"I don't know, anywhere you want," she said quickly. You noticed the tremor in her voice and stopped, pulling her back with you. "Annie, what's wrong?" you asked quietly.

Annabeth lowered her head. "Nothing. I just felt bad, I guess, that I wasn't spending enough time with you?" She sniffled slightly and rubbed at her eyes.

"I just don't want you to feel unloved, okay?"

You smiled softly and gently kissed her temple. "I don't, I promise."

She turned her big gray eyes to yours. "You're sure?"

"Trust me, if I felt unloved, you'd be hearing about it, LOUDLY."

Giggling, she hugged you tightly. "Good. Because I love you so much."

"More than Pythagoras?"

"More than Pythagoras."

#annabeth chase #annabeth chase x reader #fluff #percy jackson x reader #camp halfblood #pjo #pjo x reader #leo valdez #clarisse la rue #will solace

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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In Your Control

Alastor & Mind Controlled Reader

Part 2

Part 1

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mind control in the process, being electrified, blood ⚠

Niffty stood in front of the hotel lobby doors, excited for your return. She asked for you to pick up some books she had on order and couldn't wait to read them!

"Why are you just standing there? You'll get hit by the door if someone comes in.", Husk asks, wiping down the bar counter.

"I'm waiting for Alastor's friend to come back!", the little demon says and starts bouncing in place.

The cat demon huffs and leaves it alone.

Hours pass and you still haven't got back, making both demons start to worry.

Niffty looks back to Husk but then there's a knock on the door.

"I've got it!", she says and opens the door, seeing a tall goat demon with a package.

"Uh, says for the Radio Demon.", they say and hand over the box, leaving quickly.

The cyclops takes the box and closes the door, bringing it over to the bar. Husk takes it and places the cardboard box on the counter, cutting the tape with a claw.

"Think he got some voodoo shit?", he asks.

"Alastor doesn't order things, he goes out to get whatever it is!", Niffty says.

They open the box and see books with a note, along with your ring.

Husk glares at the note for a few seconds before picking it out of the box, opening the folded paper.

"Forgot something."

That's all the note says.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Every time you tried to fight Vox's mind control you'd get shocked repeatedly until you stopped.

Slowly, you were losing the fight. It felt like someone was forcing in pieces of glass into a wound, scratching at your brain. The headache got worse, the blood vessels pounding and making it feel like your head was going to explode.

"Stop fighting it~ You're just hurting yourself now.", Vox said smiling.

The bastard was enjoying your pain.

"F-fuck you.", you stuttered, tears going down your face.

He sighs boredly and presses the remote again.

You scream as if you've gone mad, the electricity not helping with your headache.

"You know, I don't want to keep doing this.", the T.V. Overlard says over your screams. "Oh, who am I kidding? This is the most fun I've had this week! Hahahaha!"

Your head falls limp.

Noticing this, Vox stops the volts and walks over to your tied up form.

"Done already?", he questions with a frown, leaning closer.

You jump up and head bud his screen, hearing a crack.

"You fucking little-!", he staggers back and presses at the remote.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!", you cry, glaring right at him.

Vox wears a crazed grin.

"I'm going to have fun breaking you."

Just you wait Alastor. Your little friend is going to be completely broken.

His grin widens when your tears turn red.

By my hand or yours.

"Niffty, where are they?", Alastor asks.

He's looked around the whole hotel but you're no where to be seen.

"I don't know but they shipped a box to the hotel and it had a note!", the little demon says and shows him the note.

Taking the note, Alastor examines it. Turning it on the other side he sees a poorly drawn t.v. with a V shaped antenna on top.

"￦h€n d¡d +Hi$ aRr/ve?"

Hehe Vox got head budded.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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@c4rved-pumpk1n @ducky-is-dead-inside @stolas-thebirb

ML for Alastor🎙

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eustassslut · 2 years

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Hiya! What do you think Kid’s crew’s reaction would be to Kid having an S/O? I’ve just been thinking and they all seem kinda close and very ride or die imo. Would they be like relived or tease tf out of them? Feel free to ignore this, I was just looking through some fanart of the kid pirates and my brain sorta went on a whirlwind lol

The Kid pirates are defiantly a found family and ride or die for each other, they'd do anything for each other. Thus I can see anyone who comes onto the ship, either a new crew-mate, visitors or a crew member's S/O being incredibly vetted since they don't want any of their family to get hurt.

So if Kid's S/O is new to the crew, they'd be incredibly cautious of them at first and keep an eye on them. This would involve carefully worded questions about their past, warnings about what will happen if they ever hurt Kid and just flat out staring at the S/O.

It would take them probably 2-3 weeks before they start to warm up to them, Heat probably just says fuck it and befriends the S/O at this point. Heat then decides he prefers Kid's S/O to Kid and repeatedly steals them away from Kid at dinner, insisting that they sit next to him instead.

Heat who is now Kid's S/O bestie makes it a habit of kicking Kid out of his own room for sleepovers and self care nights. Heat naturally comes with Wire, who warms up to the S/O pretty fast and takes it upon himself to tell them all of Kid's embarrassing stories. Kid's far too happy that his friends like being around his S/O to give a shit that he's spending the night in the kitchen with Killer or in his workshop and that his embarrassing childhood stories are being spilled.

Heat and Wire would defiantly take Kid having a S/O as free real estate to make fun of anything he does. He tells them he loves them, Heat and Wire are fake gagging in the background. Kid hugs them on the deck, Heat and Wire are mimicking him right behind him.

Despite the teasing, they do really really like his S/O and are secretly very happy Kid that has someone who loves him. They'd also use their best friend knowledge of Kid's S/O to help Kid pick out and design presents to give them. They just love making fun of Kid at every possible chance through the S/O though.

I can see Wire eventually seeing Kid's S/O as a younger sibling as well, thus he takes it upon himself to always protect them in battles and spoils them rotten. Wire would also take it upon himself to become their prank buddy. They want to push Heat off the ship? Bet, he's setting it up immediately. They want to try using his trident? Here they go, they can even whack him with it if they want. Wire probably also helps the S/O seduce Kid. I'm talking buying them lingerie and taking sexy pics of them, we love a supportive bestie.

Killer is meanwhile happy and incredibly relieved that Kid has a S/O who can help deal with his captain's bullshit and give him time off to relax. Killer is also probably last to warm up to the S/O if they're a new crew-mate since he worries about his best friend more than he'll admit. It would take probably 2 weeks after Wire and Heat have their first sleepover before Killer says fuck it and decides to see what the hype is about.

It's when Kid's S/O is on dinner duty though and cooks an elaborate meal for the crew-mates but makes him a separate plate of noodles just so he can eat through his mask that he decides he likes them.

I can see Kid's S/O and Killer having little quiet relaxing moments together where they just cook for the crew or hang out reading (Killer is an avid book fan in my mind). They have their own little reading club too where they pick books to read together and trade favourite series. Since Kid's S/O can bribe Kid to get more books for them, Killer would defiantly get to read more books than he could before. I can see Killer trusting Kid's S/O a lot and overtime grows comfortable enough to laugh around them.

Overall, the Kid Pirates are incredibly relieved because finally Kid has someone to help calm him down when he has his difficult moments. But also being super happy to have a new member that they all love in their found family who they can be ride or die for.

The crew would all have to invest in matching ear buds or headphones though because Kid is unnecessarily loud during sex and everyone can unfortunately hear him. This is the only moment where they somewhat regret letting Kid having a S/O.

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Chapter 8

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER That's right, after being out of commission for a couple months, chapter 8 is FINALLY finished.

AND I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN ASKING FOR IT:

Where the Stars Don't Shine is finally posted on ao3! The new chapter is here!

I am so so so sorry about the wait, so I made it extra long just for you guys! As always, @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, @laegume and @andyssilly, welcome back to the slumber party, I saved yall some front row seats! (If anyone else wants to be tagged just lemme know and I'll put ya in the next one!) Anyways, hope yall enjoy this, and without further ado-

On with the show!

Word Count: 4,962

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All your excitement during your encounter with Sun vanishes when it becomes clear just what sort of day it’s going to be.

You had a bit of a mixed bag in attendance today. All your regulars, plus a couple new faces here and there. It started out okay, really.

And then one new kid in particular showed his hand and cemented his legacy as one of the most spoiled children you have ever had the dishonor of meeting.

You try not to dwell on it and just move on, but this kid…this kid is awful . Pushing other kids around, turning his nose up at snacks and eating off other kids’ plates, ripping the heads off toys…

(You really have to remember to bring your sewing kit next time.)

You know it’s not the kid’s fault for his behavior, more of the people who raised him, and you try not to hold it against him, you really do. By the looks of it, Sun is trying, too, but both of your patience is drawing thin.

You draw the line when he tears out a page of your books that one of the other boys was reading.

You remind yourself repeatedly that you are not allowed to punch a child.

You do put him in time-out, though. And you can guess by this kid’s behavior that their parents are going to raise hell about it.

You discover some hours later that your assumption is completely correct when said parent comes in later to pick up their child and you confront them about the brat’s behavior, to which their response is an offended gasp and a rant about how awful your work ethic is and you’re not providing enough care this is why people like you are in jobs like this you’re lucky you’re even employed that makes the brick walls behind security desk that you have the strong urge to slam your head into all the more appealing. You stand there with a polite customer service smile and take it like the valued employee you are while trying to remember what temperature human flesh burns at before chastising yourself, until you’re thrown back into reality and catch the tail end of what she says.

“-and are you even listening to me right now? Ugh, you’re even denser than the robot, at least it can do its job right. You’re supposed to be the competent worker and you’re being beaten by a walking junkyard pile-”

Yeah, nope, not this again.

You bristle at her words, gritting your teeth slightly and forcing your smile to maintain itself. If it looks slightly more manic than intended, that can’t be helped, but you had always been good at playing the part of someone weaker than you. “I’m so sorry you feel that way, ma’am. I’m sure you can leave a review regarding our services on our website if you’d like. However, Fazbear does not tolerate abuse and slander of any of its staff. Thanks for stopping by and have a Faz-er- iffic day!”

You slam the door in her face just as she opens her mouth (likely to respond with another offensive remark) and dust your hands off in satisfaction. It’s not the first time someone’s come to complain about you and your coworkers. In truth, the company probably couldn’t care less how the clients treated their workers and their ‘property’ as long as they got paid. Slander against you, you could understand; you signed a contract and sold your soul away. One of the agreements was to deal with annoying clients. But the other two? They had been built for this, any complaint against them was the fault of the company itself, and besides, you couldn’t see them as anything other than people since the moment you’d spoken to them. After all, a company probably wouldn’t leave a prerecorded message expressing immediate hostility towards its employees on their first day of work, now would it?

They had to have some level of sentience to make that decision.

You mark off the last child with a pleased grin. At least with the way she’d reacted you could guarantee that neither the harpy woman nor her little satan spawn son ever set foot in the Daycare ever again.

You do unfortunately still have to clean up the carnage left behind, though. You grab a broom and a dustpan, ready to sweep up the crumbled play-doh and ripped stuffing from earlier, back straightening with a sharp inhale when the lights cut off. Not terribly uncommon, but it still left you uneasy. Moon didn’t get to do his little song and dance during naptime because you were preoccupied punishing a rulebreaker, and you’re pretty sure he’s fixing to dish out his skewed idea of justice one way or another.

Lo and behold, the tell-tale click of a wire descending directly behind you gives away his intentions.

“ Aww , thank you for defending our honor so nobly , little knight,” he croons mockingly. You don’t even have to turn in his direction to know he’s fanning his faceplate and fake swooning in a ‘my fair maiden’ pose. You say nothing, just sweeping stiffly under his suspended shadow and inspecting the floor. You’d have to bring out the vacuum for the carpet, plus a mop.

You miss his frown at your evident disinterest.

“So brave, to come to our aid when we were utterly defenseless ,” he continues, picking a small bit of clay off your shoulder and flicking it aside. “But you know, you seemed to have forgotten what I told you earlier…”

He pauses, seemingly waiting for some response of probing to continue. If he is, he’ll be sorely disappointed. Though you’re usually the one after them for conversation, you’re in no mood for it after the day-no, the week, the whole damn month , really- you’ve had. You just want to go home, take a shower, and sleep for an eternity.

His frown grows further in distaste, and he decides to grab your attention by gripping your shoulders tightly and lifting you a few inches off the ground. Your previously unfocused gaze now snaps to him, alert and on guard.

Wuh-oh.

That’s more like it.

“We do not need your help ,” he sneers, shaking you by the front of your shirt. You blink and gulp nervously, unsure as to where this is coming from. You feel the worst of your nausea as he starts to raise you towards the ceiling with you hanging onto his wrists tightly.

“Moon…” you speak warningly, a shot of nervousness streaking through you as the ground grows further away. His only response is a sadistic chuckle, and the delicately crafted facade over your sickness accumulating from over the past few weeks worsens exponentially. Your stomach lurches and you hazard a quick glance down. You’re hanging a good thirty feet above the ballpit and still steadily climbing, and judging by the glint in your captor’s eyes, you’re not going to like where this is headed.

It’s safe to panic now.

“Moon, stop it, that’s enough,” you tell him, voice wavering. After no response, you try again. “Moon, that’s enough, put me down.” Silence. “That’s enough , drop it!”

He stops for a second, grin falling a little before returning full force. “Well, if you insist ,” he laughs darkly.

Your eyes widen and for a moment, nothing happens. Then he yanks your hands off him and lets go, watching you plummet to the ground with sinister glee.

Then, you’re falling.

You think you scream, you can’t tell. You crash into the ballpit right after, but it doesn’t cushion your fall. You hiss immediately on impact, clenching your fists and curling in on yourself. The plastic balls dig into your spine, sending waves of pain throughout your body. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you don’t dare open them lest you see that face looming over you. You do a quick check-over, wiggling your toes and bending your joints weakly. Somehow, nothing is broken, but you can’t tell over the searing pain in your side. You thought it was bad before, but that was nothing compared to now. The dull ache is burning, setting your nerves on fire with as much as a twitch. Your back is in a similar shape, as are your legs.

You don’t know how long you stay like that before Moon’s shadow looms over you from the side of the pit. He makes some stab at you that you don’t really process over the ringing in your ears. Existing hasn’t taken such a toll on you before. His voice still carries into the white noise. You manage to get your mouth moving again and whisper, voice crackling, “Knock it off, Moon.”

Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t let up on his teasing, and you vaguely register his response. “Oh, poor little worker can’t take a tumble. Too weak to pick yourself back up again? Not that I see much of a difference. You’ve always got your head down, ballpit or that desk you laze at. Best to let the ‘bucket of bolts’ do the work, hm ?”

You say nothing, not finding the idea of lifting your head and entertaining his little act worth it in your state. You remain limp in the ballpit, knees hugged to your chest in fetal position.

You hear him step closer to you, and jerk slightly when blue digits dig into your shoulders to pull you up. A cry of pain erupts from you at the fingers embedding themselves in your shoulder blades. They retract quickly as if burned by a pot sitting too long on the stove, as if this was the first time they’ve ever felt such heat before. Your severe pain and slightly depressive state dissipates momentarily and is instead replaced with white-hot anger that threatens to bubble over.

You slap his hand away and shout, “It’s not funny, Moon, knock it off! ”

He freezes, hands twitching in the air. His optics flicker, narrowing as he reaches back out to capture you once out. You smack his wrist again and ignore the added pain of striking metal.

You stagger out of the ballpit, standing on shaky legs. You don’t give him a chance to speak before you start up again.

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? You dropped me from 50 feet up, I could’ve died ! What did I even do to you?”

His faceplate turns in a silent half-rotation before he shrugs.

Oh no he did not .

You explode, gesturing wildly as his simple movement spurs you on. “So what, you just don’t like me and decided to fucking throw me off the balcony like some- some doll for you to mess around with?! Pfft, yeah sure, that makes sense! Let’s just drop someone from 40 feet ‘because we don’t like them’! Wow, Moon, I can see how you guys got your position with that logic !”

“Oh wait! ” you spin around sharply, a manic grin on your face that seems to twist every meek and modest feature on your face as you continue on. “That’s why I’m here! Because for all your hard work, Management still decided to shove me into this hellhole! And it doesn’t mean much, it’s Management, they don’t mean anything, but hey , guess what? I never wanted to be here, but surprise-surprise, no one wants to hire a nobody who didn’t push through their degree except a shady company with a world record in OSHA violations and an even bigger death toll! So here I am, getting paid 30 dollars an hour to deal with your ungrateful asses for five hours a day, not to mention the ridiculous amount of unpaid overtime of three to five EXTRA hours I dedicate to this sorry place, all without a single day off in the past six months that I have worked here, each of which have been filled with your non-stop harassment and shitty attitude, which for some bizarre reason I haven’t reported yet! So why, pray tell, have you been dead set on punishing me for a crime I have yet to commit? What did I even do to you?”

It’s a trap. Moon knows it’s a trap, but he refuses to let you get away with such slander on his turf. He rolls his eyes and huffs, “ Oh, please , you aren’t nearly as victimized as you make yourself out to be. You slack off during playtime while Sun handles everything, you’re constantly snoozing away at your desk unless you oh-so graciously decide to grace us with a moment of your time, and sometimes you don’t even show up at all. I think we have much more of a right to type up a report than you ever will.”

Alright, that’s it- “Oh, really ? Alright, buster, don’t give me that shit, I know damn well what I’m worth. For the record, I do play with the kids - which, if I may remind you, is not in my job description- until sweet lil Sunny starts giving me a death stare for daring to intrude on his precious playtime. And I do pitch in around here, just as much if not MORE than you do! Guess what, cheesehead? I clean the ballpit. I order the food, I buy the supplies, bring the books, put the kids toys back together, organize a monthly schedule AND deal with your sorry asses, so don’t be telling me how to do my job, got it ? And don’t start up about my breaks, cuz, huh , I wasn’t aware that a two minute break in the place of an hour’s worth of free time was against my contract! I take time off when I know I’m not needed so that I don’t keel over and leave you to deal with over 40 kids! And even with that, I’ve still never taken an actual sick day off the entire time I’ve worked here because I know this is how you’ll react! When was the last time I didn’t show up to work, huh?”

Moon is swift with his reply, almost anticipating the question. “Last month, you took nearly two weeks off without telling your supervisors,” he states triumphantly, as if this had somehow won him the argument.

Oh, this absolute idiot .

His victorious grin falls slightly at your disbelieving laughter. “Two weeks?! I’ve been working here for six months and you’re hung up on two weeks ?! I’ll have you know that I did tell my supervisors-which you are not , by the way- that I would be out on unpaid sick leave. And I know they didn’t tell you about it because I knew exactly what would happen, and it did! I thought you could respect it and let it go , but apparently not, cuz you can’t handle not sticking your obnoxiously pointed nose up someone’s business! And now I’m the nosy one!” Your voice grows louder, and you throw your arms out with a wide, dangerous gleam in your eyes.

“You wanna know where I was? Why I was gone? Well guess what, Craterhead, I was in the hospital making sure my brother didn’t drop dead ! I had to make sure he didn’t flat line halfway through a surgery !”

Oh.

Oh no.

Moon’s eyes widen, regret flickering across his face for a second. He takes a small step back, retreating as you advance. A jab to the chest pulls him back to the present, and his optics narrow.

“But you don’t care about any of that, do you? All you care about is your stupid reputation and oh no, Sunny and Moony can’t have a human ruining everything, because that’s all this meatbag knows how to do! Oh no, poor Sunny and Moony!”

You watch his expression drop like a thermometer exposed to subzero temperatures, red optics pinpricks in a sea of black that threaten to overtake them, contracted pupils tensed like a rubber band about to snap. A spark of something, perhaps vindication, ignites within you, overshadowing the voice in the back of your mind that quietly warns you of what to come, to back down before it’s too late.

A pity your brother isn’t here to hold you back.

Your voice drops dangerously low for a moment, a deathly whisper that somehow seeps fear into Moon’s systems more than your uncontrolled rage.“I bet you tried to break me, didn’t you, wanted to see me all battered and bruised with my tail tucked between my legs as I ran out of this godforsaken place. Oh, don’t act so surprised, we both knew you never liked me. You never liked me or the idea of someone coming along to jeopardize your position, your life’s purpose, the only thing you have ever been good for, and so you pushed, even when I went along with all your orders, all your demands and your stupid checkpoints and your stupid, stupid rules, pushed and pushed and pushed until I couldn’t take it anymore, and here we are. Well, no more ! You knew there was a breaking point, you both did. Well, here it is, the final straw! Your hard work finally paid off, you’ve made me even more miserable than before, and for what? Is this what you wanted, Moon, Sun? Are you finally satisfied? ”

Moon is still in front of you, hands drawn to his chest, pupils watching fat drops roll down your cheeks and leave stained rivers on your skin as you smile that angry, heartbreaking, defeated smile that cuts through their wires like glass shards, words stabbing through his central processors and sending a jolt through them both. He wants to respond, wants to say something clever and leave you sputtering and defeated, but nothing comes to mind. He always has a retort, a comeback, a witty remark or a snarky comment to make you bend to their will, and yet this time he’s the one left grasping for straws. He’s speechless, voicebox pushing out low static as he struggles to formulate a reply. You don’t give him the time to, resuming with a steady confidence they’ve never seen in you before. This is a side of you that is unfamiliar to them. They don’t quite know what to make of it, and so they stay unwillingly silent as you answer your own question with an air of finality.

“No, you’re not. And I’ll tell you why. This perfection that you’ve tried so hard to pin down? Hate to break it to you, buddy, but perfect is something even machines can’t accomplish, no matter how advanced or well-built they think they are. It never will be. You and Sun both think you’re oh-so-great and so far above lil ol’ me and my stupid human brain, but I think you forget that you’re just as bad as I am. I’ve seen the daycare reviews, boys, and trust me, they are not pretty. Our sweet little ball of Sunshine scared kids so bad with his pushiness that a good deal of them just didn’t come back, and you? Oh, you scared the shit out of kids, didn’t you? You left them shivering in their sleeping bags in fear of the very thing that swore to protect them.

“So tell me”- you tilt your head, smile growing sickeningly sweet as your eyes squint upwards, hands poised together as you punctuate every syllable that leaves your lips - “What exactly do you think gives you any authority over me? How do you think you can protect anyone from me when you can’t even protect them from yourself?”

You let the words hang in the air for a moment, the manic grin not leaving your face as you turn around to sweep over the daycare after the prolonged eye contact with burning red optics begins to sting your eyes.

“But hey!” you call out behind you with a laugh like shattered glass left on cold tile. “Don’t take my word for it. I’m just the dumb worker you had to boot cuz you didn’t want someone to steal the spotlight.”

You whip back around to give a final comment before catching a glimpse of Moon. His pupils are near non-existent, eyes dark and empty. His static grin is too wide, fingers too sharp, curling and uncurling. You freeze, words cutting to a halt, and you swear his grin grows wider.

“ R̶̻̘̃͂̈́͋́ ̶̢̛͇̠͔̤̥͉̜̖̫̰̬̬̝̓͛̾̅̓̑̌́͆̅̇̿̎͂̈́͘̕͠Ǘ̸̡̻͖̅̄̄̚ ̵͖̱͕̫̋̈́̀́͊̇̐̀̒̒̋͑̅̀͗̊́́̚̕͝N̵̘̰͓̹̖̘̦̪͂̓̎̅̊̀͘̕͜ ̶̡͕̙͖̟͍̼͙̠̺̹̦̘̙̘̠̏̾̿̏̂͜ͅ," he growls.

It sends a chill up your spine, dousing your anger in fear. You don’t waste time waiting for him to start chasing. You’re already booking it across the Daycare and to the exit.

You’re maybe 10 paces in when you hear him behind you, wire clicking and shooting him to the ceiling. You know it’s a losing battle, he could easily take you if he wanted to. He doesn’t though, not yet. It’s the chase he’s after.

You dare not turn to check behind you, instead running blindly in hopes of somehow managing to hide. Your logical reason tells you to just leave, but it’s drowned out by pure instinct to run, get away, danger-

Moon has a severe advantage and you both know it. He knows the area. Still, you foolishly blunder on, making a hard right that almost makes you trip before you stumble back up again. You’re lucky he doesn’t do this more often because man you are out of shape. He hasn’t chased you since the first two months, you’d thought these games were behind you.

You wheeze as you bump into a wall, barely managing to dodge a wet floor bot. You can’t keep this up much longer. Your heart’s been kicked into overdrive, beating at a rate you know isn’t normal. Distantly, pain tingles in your elbow, muffled by the adrenaline pulsing through you. You’re surprised you haven’t bumped into any of the GlamRocks. They may not like you, but it’s better than this.

Maybe they’re patrolling different floors? They could be charging.

All at the same time.

Yeah…

You skid to a sudden stop. You were just here, weren’t you? Ugh, these hallways all looked the same. Your eyes dart around wildly, spotting the familiar Daycare entrance. The faces of golden statues are smiling down at you.

You can’t recall a time where that’s happened to you before.

Your eyes dart around for some place to hide, landing on a closet. You hear jingling bells in the distance.

You silently pray there aren’t any spiders before shutting yourself inside, leaving the door open just a crack for a sliver of light.

It’s not a terribly big closet. There’s maybe enough room for you to stand upright. You sit with your knees tucked under your chin, eyes never leaving the door. Just in time. The wire descends and detaches, two feet coming into view. They pad softly on the cold tile, making no noise as he prowls for his prey.

A shadow in front of the door.

You hold your breath, freezing and throwing a hand over your mouth.

A pause.

His attention is shifted elsewhere. He grumbles and stalks off, leaving you in the dark.

You wait maybe thirty seconds for the footsteps to grow silent before exhaling softly and taking stock of your situation. You’re stuck in a broom closet at work and the only other worker here tonight just left.

Not that Moon would be of any help , you thought bitterly. He just wants you out of the way.

You can’t really blame him for that , though, can you ?

The thought almost sets you off the edge, but you reign yourself in, letting go of a self-deprecating laugh and wiping the tears that form in the corners of your eyes. It doesn’t help. New ones replace them and you let your hands fall back into your lap.

No. No, you couldn’t blame them for it. You invaded their space and made a mess of things. You have a habit of doing that.

That’s why you left, after all. You couldn’t handle messing that up , either.

A shaky sob escapes you, and you press your palms to your eyes to stop the flow of tears trickling down your face. You need this job, you can’t lose it. If you lost it, you’d have no other options. You’d be out of house and home, and then what? Go back with your tail tucked between your legs?

No. You couldn’t go back.

What other choices did you have?

It didn’t matter, anyway. At the end of the day, nothing would change. You were still you, and something always goes wrong no matter what you do. Didn’t matter how hard you tried or how fair it was, it’s always the same.

Sometimes you wonder if everyone would’ve been better off had your brother been an only child.

A soft buzzing in your pocket snaps you out of your episode. You fish your phone out in surprise. That’s right, you’d put it there after this morning. It vibrates in your hand, the caller ID flashing across the screen. It’s your mother. You stare at it dumbly, making no move to answer it. You’re half tempted to just let it ring till she gives up and drops it as always, but…

You need something to keep the quiet at bay right now.

Swiping to start the call, you hear shuffling over the static and put the speaker close to your ear. A short “hello?” is heard and repeated as she tries to figure out how to use the brick in her hand.

The act is familiar and you manage a watery smile. “Hi, mom.”

“Can you hear m-oh, good, you’re there. Your brother said you messaged him this morning and we just wanted to check in.” Her tone shifts. “You okay there?”

You don’t think you can pull off pretending that you’re fine at the moment. You sniffle into the receiver, curling further in on yourself. “I’m okay, I just…I just had a bad day at work.”

“Oh, sweetheart…”she sighs, and you wince slightly, not really feeling up to whatever questions she has to ask. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head before remembering that you’re on the phone, instead muttering a quiet ‘no’ into the speaker. She stays uncharacteristically silent on the other side of the line, her subtle shifting of the phone the only indicator that she’s still on the call. You know she wants to pry further, force an answer out of you. Sometimes, you almost wish she did, wish she pushed just a bit harder so you could finally break and let it all out.

She doesn’t this time though, puttering out a soft sigh. “Well…alright. Just remember, we’re always here if you need us. Your brother’ll probably check on you anyway, you know how he gets. Just don’t let him burn the building down for your sake.”

A wet snort slips past you before you catch it, imagining your anarchist brother expressing his rage against the machine and corporate capitalism by burning down a rip-off Chuck-E-Cheese. You didn’t think your mother was capable of creating an image like that, either. She hadn’t exactly been very invested in either of your interests. You wonder if she’s been taking pointers from your brother.

You wave the thoughts aside, realizing you’ve let the conversation taper off and…

You suppose you can let this phone call end on a higher note. You both sort of need it anyway.

“Thanks, mom,” you whisper coarsely, leaning against the stacked boxes and letting your head fall back.

“Of course, dear. You just call us back when you’re ready. Oh, and try to tag along with your brother sometime, it gets lonely without you there. You were much better at listening to his mechanical jargle than we are.”

You exchange a few more quiet answers before wishing her a good night and hanging up, squinting at your brightly lit phone in the dark space. The time reads a little past 10. Moon’s first round of patrols is likely finished, which means it’s finally safe to leave this cramped compartment.

The door remains shut when you turn the knob.

You try for the handle again, rattling it with greater and greater intensity as your panic begins to build up to no avail. Your hands form fists, soon beginning to bang on the door, eyes wide and breathing erratic. Try as you might, it’s sealed like a tomb, effectively locked inside.

No, no, no , this can’t be happening, not here, not now. You don’t want to be here, don’t want to be in this dark, cramped closet at the end of some forgotten corridor, stashed with all the boxes and cleaning supplies.

Your brother had locked you into a closet once. Flipped the switch on the outside and left you alone to battle the demons you couldn’t see. It had been funny, back then, until you started screaming and begging to be let out.

It wasn’t funny now.

You drop to the floor, hands sliding down the wood to lay limply beside you. You can feel yourself shaking, bones rattling as you tremble. Your lungs burn with the force of the rapid inhale-exhale pattern you struggle to keep stable, your heartbeat pounding at the front of your head. Inhale, exhale, thump, thump, inhale, thump -oh, weren’t you supposed to exhale first- thump -and your heart’s not pumping, you can’t breathe, you need to breathe -

You gasp, head reeling, nails digging into your palms and leaving red marks. You struggle to ground yourself, forcing your eyes to focus on the sliver of light from under the doorframe. You inch back, still trembling lightly, staring blankly at the floor as the cold reality dawns on you.

You’re trapped.

No one is here to save you now.

Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope yall enjoyed that lil chapter, seems like our y/n's gotten into quite a pickle! It's okay, though, they needed some time to process anyways. Speaking of which, Sun and Moon have a LOT to think about... Not sure when I'll post chapter 9, sorry! I have a couple of short snippets planned out already, but typing and connecting them is a whole other matter, so I dunno when I'll get back to this. Until then, however, I hope this is enough, and unfortunately...

The theater is closed...

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #where the stars don't shine #wtsds #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #i dunno what other tags to use #also not sure if yall still want me to post the chapters on tumblr or just on ao3 #hmm #guess I'll have to put out a poll abt that

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mppmaraudergirl · 7 months

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"the worst thing the marauders fandom has done to me is make me a staunch supporter of canon" so true lmao!! What's even worse that it did to me was that I found myself siding with SNAPE FANS in some arguments, because, their taste and reading comprehension aside, at least they had read the books and knew what they were talking about lol and that's when I realized that wow, this fandom has truly hit rock bottom lol. And as much as they claim to love characters and proclaim to be Remus kinnies or Sirius kinnies, or whatever kids call it these days, they just hate these characters with how they turn them into someone completely opposite to who they are. Imagine being in Marauders fandom and hating Marauders and glorifying and stanning bigot and terrorist Death Eaters lol, you can't make this up. And the way they think they're standing up to jkr with this shit, pls jkr would be proud of y'all for finding more ways of victimizing bigots and making them 'uwu he didn't mean it, he did it for lurveee' while shitting on muggleborn characters, maybe if they'd read the books they'd know that lmfao. The old, real Marauders fandom that was correcting her wrongs was the one that actually stood up to her, not this one that is just making things even more problematic and bigoted and that is reeking with misogyny.

Yeah, "we hate the author so we are ignoring canon" is not the flex they think it is. A lot of us are still here because we grew up with these characters and we've grappled with how to move forward engaging (or not) and consuming (or not) fandom related things; we've long since discussed/acknowledged the problematic parts of the books and the author and are mindful of that as creators. Besides that, I've always felt that the Marauders fandom pulled away from the author years and years ago because we clearly love these characters more than she ever did and you would see that in the discussions, metas, fan works, etc.

But you're not saying fuck you to an author by riding the coattails of a still massively popular fandom, making the characters something brand new, and using the clout to get your shit read. It's like plugging your ears and repeatedly saying, "la la la la la! Nothing problematic here" instead of learning to be critical of media. Then add in the fact that their fav lil blorbos ARE actually problematic characters and it becomes clear that there's a disconnect and a widespread lack of critical thinking here.

#mpp rambles about the marauders #and listen this answer could be longer and probably deserves more nuance than my morning brain can do atm #but generally i hope my point comes across #tw jkr #cw jk rowling #the marauders #tbc im not saying dont like problematic characters as everyone's tastes and interests are different #but i dont believe its a good practice to ignore the problematic bits bc ~romance~ or whatever shit

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animeshrink · 8 months

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Kakashi - Coping Skills

So, Kakashi, the Copy Ninja, had multiple coping skills throughout his lifetime. Some positive. Some negative.

Negative coping skills and positive coping skills serve the same purpose - to help you cope. However, negative skills help us avoid - the problem is still there when we're done. Positive help us move on and process and prepare for future challeges.

So, first let's look at some of Kakashi's negative coping skills.

Escapism and Avoidance - Marry the job, Detach from the people

One can argue that Kakashi's entire 10-year-stint in the Anbu Black Ops consisted of "avoidant escapism to the point of dissociation." In other words, he buried himself in the dirty work of his village to escape his real-world problems and became detached from his friends in the process. There's a reason his nickname was "Cold-blooded Kakashi." He was a system-made killing machine who was so detached and dissociated that he didn't care about life, anymore to the point where he was hoping to die and didn't care. The ultimate negative coping mechanism.

2. Reading.

Reading can be a positive or a negative coping skill, but it really does depend on what you read.

Negative coping - one of Kakashi's favorite books as a teen. Don't really need to say much.

Negative coping - Icha Icha Series. Let's just say it's "adult material," and the book/series was ever-present for Kakashi. For Kakashi, it provided a form of escapism and avoidance and in many ways was a physical boundary between him and those around him.

However, for Kakashi, this was also a positive coping skill - for people with anxiety, it's not uncommon to repeatedly read or watch something they enjoy due to it's predictability providing comfort in an otherwise chaotic world. So, for Kakashi, repeatedly reading his books is a security blanket. Just the subject matter...

3. Drinking

Negative coping skill - Okay, this was probably the only time Kakashi was shown inebriated/ getting drunk, although he does drink socially in Boruto. However, many fans see him as someone who did not engage in vices to cope, aside from his book, but that was not the case. In this scene where he is drinking with Jiraiya, (white-haired guy in red) he does actually get drunk to the point of passing out. So, he was theoretically a social drinker and it did seem like, at least here, it was his mentor/friend, Jiraiya, who also wrote the Icha Icha series, trying to get him to lighten up and engage in vices to cope. He meant well, and many of us do have friends like that or are that friend. See someone who is depressed, "hey you need to get out, go to a club, lighten up, get smashed." White-haired guy had his own struggles, but that's another post...

*Note, I am not discouraging alcohol consumption, just everything in moderation and for it not to be used as a coping skill.

Positive Coping

Taking breaks to hang out with his best friend and rival

2. Relaxing.

Kakashi loved himself some hot springs as a means of decompressing.

3. Vacationing/Go on Holiday

4. Teaching

Finding a more positive, meaningful profession.

5. Creating his own family out of friends

Kakashi had lost his entire biological family at an early age and it took a while, but he created a family bond with his students as they grew from students to teammates. Their kids even call him "uncle Kakashi," implying he's family to them, as well. Sometimes, when biological family isn't available, whether literally or figuratively, it is okay to create your own, and that's what he did.

6. Acknowledged that he needed help

Okay, so no pictures for this, but in the Sakura Hiden book, Sakura (pink haired girl in the pics - becomes a doctor) wants to build a mental health hospital for the children of war. Kakashi, being leader of the village at the time, the Hokage ( ho-kah-gay), agrees to take money from the Anbu to fund the hospital. However, in the book, he acknowledges that the system did a job on him mentally as a kid, so he's more than happy to let her build the hospital. Of note, just some more cool points for Kakashi-sensei, in the book there's also the discussion of psychotropic meds (e.g, antidepressants, anti-anxiety meds, etc...) and he agrees that it's a personal choice.

If anyone can think of any others, do share.

*As always, post is for entertainment-educational purposes only. Please do not ask me for any mental health advice. If you do need help, please contact a local mental health professional or call 988, in the US if you need immediate assistance for a mental health emergency.

#kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #naruto therapy #naruto #anime therapy #kakashi coping skills #kakashi needs therapy #destigmatize mental illness #normalize getting help

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brunchable · 2 years

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Book of the Damned (Halloween Special Oneshot) || Sinister Strange x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K Warning: Dark Themes, Heavy Violence and Gore, Mentions of blood, Symptoms of Possession. A/N: I dunno who wants to be tagged or not so I just tagged the people who I see in my notifs often hehe.

Demonic Oppression: Activity steps up with physical attacks, sleep disturbances including regular nightmares, frequent and severe illnesses, major depression or anxiety, severe financial or employment problems, and relationship troubles. tags: @goldencherriess @gaitwae @classicrebound @gwephen @thealleydog @lucimorningst4r @allie131313 @dragonqueen89 @xunquish-blog @d0ct0rstrangewife @pinkplayer14 @ironstrange1991 @mirikusashes @strangeobsessed @jyessaminereads @boop-le-snoot @pinkthick

You squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush and began brushing. Every move you made these days was tentative, measured and usually uninterrupted. But it would only take one tug on your t-shirt, one jab in your ribs and you'd be packing and running again, looking for the next cheap hotel where you might go unmolested for a few days. But the thing wouldn’t leave you alone for long. It wasn’t as though you lived in a haunted house and could run out the door and be safe. This thing followed you wherever you went.

It had begun when you and some friends had gone to the infamous abandoned Sanctum at the end of the street on Halloween. As kids you've been told to stay away from that house because it used to be the house of a very suspicious man that disappeared without a trace a long time ago. Some say it was because he was a sorcerer and did magic works involving curses and other forms of very dark magic.

Prior to exploring the abandoned sanctum. You had visions of bubbly potions, spell books but what actually awaits your group was something far more powerful.

You and your friends were feeling your way along a corridor where the gloom overwhelmed all of you like a rising tide of black water. You heard what sounded like someone slurping or sucking very close to your ear. It was both disgusting and frightening at the same time.

“Who’s there?” you yelled, “If that's one of you guys it's not funny!” You had thought it was one of your friends messing with you.

"(Y/N)! Over here." You saw your friend peer through down the hallway, waving to you to come over. You jogged to where they were and you found them huddled over a table.

"What did you guys find?" You asked Mavi, halting directly opposite from her on the dusty, circular table.

"Troy thinks it's a spell book. . . I think, It's a souvenir from some random crystal shop." Mavi snorts while she flips the pages and Troy glares at her.

"Who studies ancient languages here? It clearly says Darkhold." Troy traced the words with his finger.

"Alright then, since you're the expert, why don't you read. . ." Mavi flicked through the book and randomly chose a page, "This."

"It says it's an awakening spell." Troy held his flashlight towards the book.

"Sigils vicissim, sigils apertas. Et aperi oculos tuos. Carne teneantur tenere tenebras que. Palatium, carcere."

After Troy read those words, silence loomed all around you, not even white noise could be heard. All of your flashlights began malfunctioning and all of you began swearing out of panic as it flickered.

You stood in the darkness for a few moments, just breathing, smacking the light repeatedly in your hand. It was pitch black, your eyes still adjusting after staring at the sickly yellow light for so long. The darkness felt heavy. Really heavy.

You felt Troy's muffled voice and a gush of wind as if he had been snatched in the dark.

"Troy!?" You and Mavi screamed, but no response.

"Very funny, Troy!" Your voice echoed through the silence. Still, no response.

The pressure on your chest became heavier and you felt like something was watching you and Mavi. The hairs on the back of your neck rise, like a bug buzzing away by your ears, trying to crawl in and get a taste of eardrum. Your head snapping side to side to try and catch a pair of eyes in the shadows.

You smacked your flashlight again and this time it flickered on. And what you saw made you freeze in fear, causing Mavi to become curious as to what you saw behind her. When she turned around, the entity seized her by her neck and drained her of her soul. You stared at her crumpled body for a moment. The bearded man smiled brightly from across the room with his arm wrapped around her as blood trickled down both his hands and your friend's eyes.

You screamed, of course, and stumbled out, falling back onto the wooden floor and hitting your head. You look back as you heard the loud thud as Mavi's body dripped onto the floor and the man in black had gone like a puff of smoke.

But the thing hadn’t gone away since that day.

You were on the move so much, jobs were hard to hang onto. You had enjoyed the diner job, but after a string of dropped trays and spilled coffees, you had been fired on the spot, even though the owner and his wife liked you. It was the worst thing it had done up to that point.

A party of six sat at a round table in the back of the dining area. You were carrying a tray of plates above your shoulder on one hand when you heard the frightening and familiar intake of breath through moist teeth. It had been right next to your face, like some sick, sex crazed idiot, leaning in, ready to stick his tongue in your ear.

But there was no one there to see. You already knew that. Then you had been struck in the middle of your back with such force that it drove you between two women at the table who only wanted their salisbury steak and mashed potatoes but got you on the slide instead. You landed in the middle of the table. Plates, entrees and sides came raining down on everyone.

Of course no one was going to buy your story about a sinister spectre following you around, terrifying and physically assaulting you at random moments, so you didn’t offer to tell them. You just collected your tips and walked out the door with gravy dripping from the end of your nose.

You finished brushing and wiped your face. It was hot during mid summer that meant it was humid as well. You pulled your thigh length t-shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You tugged on the chain hanging from the ceiling fan and lay down on the bed. The breeze cooled your skin and felt like a stream of cool water running along your body.

You had been sleeping for a couple of hours. What woke you was a tingling on your thigh, like fingertips lightly brushing across your skin. The sensation travelled slowly toward your navel, circled and traversed the valley between your breasts. You kicked the air and threw yourself off the bed.

“No, stop it, stop it!” you shouted.

But the thing wanted more this time and drove into your abdomen like a lineman on a football team. You landed on your back, the carpet grinding and burning your skin. The thing was on top of you. The sucking sound was next to your ear, and you felt teeth biting your neck. You clawed the air where there should have been a face, but your fingernails found no skin to shred.

You kicked and fought until you were able to scramble to your feet. You grabbed your purse and a robe and bolted out the door. You put the robe on, jumped into your car and left a rooster tail of gravel behind when you exited the parking lot. Hopefully you had left that horrible thing behind as well.

You were on a four lane thoroughfare headed east, trying to obey the speed limit. Your heart had stopped racing and you tried to think about what to do next. Getting another room would be useless. You wouldn’t sleep and that thing would probably show up anyway. You decided you would go home to your apartment. Running wasn’t any safer than home, so you watched for the next off ramp. The traffic was normal, which meant there were a lot of cars on the road.

You felt pressure on her right elbow. The pressure increased, and it grew harder to keep the steering wheel straight. You were drifting toward the centre line dividing your lane from traffic going the opposite direction. The pressure exploded into a solid shove, and you were in the wrong lane with an eighteen wheeler bearing down on you. You screamed and threw all your weight downward onto the right side of the steering wheel. The car veered back to your side of the road, and you recovered control.

You drove for a couple more miles. The lights of a police car were not a total surprise after what just happened. You could imagine the 911 operator trying to handle dozens of incoming calls about a lunatic driver on the expressway.

You pulled to the side of the road, as far away from the speeding traffic as you could. Two officers approached your vehicle. One came to your side, and the other walked around shining a light through your windows.

“Ma’am,” said the first officer in a voice raised so he could be heard above the noise of the traffic. “Could you show me your driver’s licence, registration and proof of insurance, please.”

Your heart was still racing, your hands shook with adrenalin. Sweat rolled down your face and dripped off her chin and nose.

“Yes, officer. Just…a minute while I try to find it.” you were digging, looking for the envelope that held the documents. You felt the pressure point return again, this time on your upper back. You took the steering wheel in the chest. Cartilage cracked with loud pops, and ribs dislocated. You couldn’t take a full breath to scream.

The officer was stunned. “Ma’am?” He reached for the door handle but instead of stepping toward the car, he was thrust backward into the oncoming traffic. The sound of impact was almost imperceptible due to the speed of the automobile that took him out. His body skidded a few metres with a trail of brains and blood.

The other officer was standing clear of the door, firearm drawn, shouting at you to step out of the car. He kept glancing toward the traffic, hoping against hope for his partner. “Get out of the car, ma’am, get out now!”

“Officer, it wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything,” you screamed back.

The officer’s arm raised slowly and you took a shallow breath of relief. But the arm was bending at the elbow until the barrel was pointed at the officer’s face. Then it was discharged.

You screamed but couldn’t look away.

For one long, horrible second, the police officer stayed standing, trapped in time, his face twisted into something you could nearly call a smile. You could almost look at him and think everything was okay, like there wasn’t a black, finger-thick hole poked in the middle of his forehead. The officer made a horrible gurgling noise and tilted backward and toppled to the ground like a felled tree.

You were frozen in place, sobbing quietly, unable to move, finding it impossible to process the horrible things you'd just witnessed.

Traffic had come to a stop on both sides of the expressway and an eerie silence fell over the scene. You sat in your car, barely able to breathe. You heard the crunching sound of boots on gravel and waited for another officer to step up or maybe an ambulance driver. Have you heard of an ambulance yet? Surely they would come. The crunching stopped. You looked out the window, but there was no one looking back. No one you could see, at least.

“Leave me alone,” you said. The demand came out as a whimper, scared that you were going to be next. Then, for the first time, it spoke.

“Hmmm, broken. I need a new toy.” His deep voice sounded very disappointed and the crunching sound resumed and faded into the night.

#sinister strange x you #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange imagine #doctor strange imagine #dr stephen strange #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfic #mcu doctor strange

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tuzesdays · 1 year

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Sorry I haven't really scanned your blog, so I'm guessing you've probably gotten asks like this a lot. But be patient with me while I ramble, 'Kay?

I found your artwork for the comic where YN turns off the lights so Moon could go after a rule breaker. It's hilarious, I love all of it and it's such a mood! I don't have kids or deal with kids, but just that comic makes so much sense! I love it, I think about it a couple times. I had to find out just the this evening just to get my fix of laughter from it... But I never realized the link till today!

Your writing for "Daycare Go Figure" is.. mine is drawing a blank on intellectual words I could give you, but to the term of the emoji chef's kiss 👌❤️ It is an absolute delight I have laughed so much in the first three chapters. It's, jokingly, almost sickeningly sweet but I adore all of it! It syncs so well with me:

• To be appalled at the lack of care that the daycare attendance have dealt with on their own.

• Wanting to bring them books or craft supplies, Just to make things easier or better for the daycare and the children. (I have a plethora of old kids books and crafting is a delight, So seeing YN bring those things in, was an absolute treat.)

• Clean the boys, yes! Because stars above with just about any daycare attendant story I've crossed, I always wonder how clean they are. I mean, Those bois are always surrounded by children who could get their hands sticky by just ✨existing ✨ Heck, babies are born with a grip, so it's not a surprise! But the care is still warranted and appreciated.

I can relate fearing getting too attached, and then inevitably in a short amount of time getting attached! It's just- you made YN so.. human. The amount of empathy I feel in relating to this human is astounding. Most of the creators who I've read daycare, attendance stories for do such a good job with all their YNs. Their wyoms could be cocky, nervous, doubting their own abilities. I may have only just finished chapter 3, but I relate to yours so strongly... Doesn't give a feeling of reassurance, but it's just some sort of... (Error: Failing to find the right words) It's a genuine connection, I could at least say that. And it feels so good! I love their openness, I love the communication, their doubts for their personality out shining to where they may be rejected by the people they are closest to can be related to so many people and I feel it in this story too.

Also relatable, as a nocturnal security guard, I do my damn this to stay on night shift. Seriously, I found the dread for the daylights from YN simply delightful. Satan laughing in the background while wanting to mutter curses to higher ups who just don't give a flip and say "Do it." Oooh, I taste the ire on my tongue. I'll applaud YN if they ever get used to that schedule, because that would make them stronger than me lol!

But the attachment you could get from genuinely connecting with someone, especially when you are kind of a recluse. It makes sense. Tabitha, It may hold a minor significance for the name, but it was still a name I connected with for reasons, that just sing this child. Cling to YN made me smile in delight. To call her a little shit in one breath but internally count them as yours/your kid. Wanting to help them, but also needing your own personal space just to breathe. Again, genuinely, relatable!

And Moon teaching more ASL to YN? Be still my hecking heart. It was precious, yet another scene I was kicking my legs and rolling around in my seat with just the lead up and how precious each scene is.. That has also happened to me repeatedly. You might as well just change the name of your story to daycare serotonin (/jk) There may be angst later, but I'm barely on chapter 4, But I just needed to shake you with how much I love your writing. Again, I'm not kernel so I should be in bed by now. At least an hour ago, but I don't want to stop reading 😭❤️ Even knowing I got stuff to do in 7 hours, I'm still contemplating it with the idea of "Who need sleep? Tehee 😋"

I got giddy seeing I had chapters ahead I could read. I'm sorry I didn't find your writing any sooner, but it's a delight to know that I don't have to stop for a while. I am devouring these like I've just got out of the great depression, or more specifically reading "Grapes of Wrath". If you don't know what grapes of wrath is, good, don't. I was in AP and I still couldn't get myself past chapter two... If I remember right, they spent four pages talking about a turtle crossing the street. Fuming Again, I don't recommend. But YOUR story, haha, I need a hard cover copy to add to my book collection.

You know BamSara or Naff? Easily up there ✨ Again, I haven't ran into the angst yet to find out how good you are at plunging something into my heart. Cause BOY so those creators know how to treat me apart! But this story is just as great to me, Thank you Thank you Thank you so much for creating it! I have no clue if you're still working on more chapters or if it ends at chapter 17. I'll definitely be finding out and shaking you again because your writing makes me get why people put on tennis or tags "devouring". I get it, stars above I get it.

Sorry for taking your ear off. Your comic page that brought me to this point is a delight. Your writing has brought me so much joy. I am positively dreading any angst to come! 😂 Thank you for what you've created, Please make sure to take care of yourself, know the effort you put into your work is greatly appreciated, and may creativity and inspiration stay by your side ❤️

okay for the record i'm only publishing this so i can keep it on my blog forever? forever maybe? i love? you wrote me an ESSAY!!! and no, i DONT actually get asks that often - seeing this much text in my ask box before reading anything was a little scary ngl - but you!!! grabs you!!! THANK YOU! okay okay i'm normal i'm gonna go paragraph by paragraph like a normal person.

I'm pretty sure that one silly comic is MOST of the reason Dayshift has managed to get as many readers as it has, and honestly, for that you can thank theohnocorral (who took a long break from tumblr but recently came back!) who was nice enough to talk to me while i built up confidence to actually start posting DCA art (i don't think it's been touched in a while, but Bug Love is my personal favorite of their fics for the AU concept alone). Seriously, I actually made a secondary comic just after paper-lilypie found it (who im NOT tagging bc i dont think i can take a Second Time) and set off a whole new rb chain that's STILL GOING, TO THIS DAY. Wild.

thank you thank you thank you i love writing it's one of the few things i'm absolutely 100% confident in and i'm so glad you like it!!! besides basic plotting, the majority of the joy i get out of writing Dayshift is seeing how close i can get to how real people work and think and live and breathe and i really, really like characterization. my one true love, i'm so glad it shines through.

speaking of: yeah, sunbite has a fair amount of issues, but i always liked stories where theoretically unlikable characters (the loners, chronic liars and manipulators, outcasts) get to have Real and Genuine Connections with other people. it's good for their growth! its good for readers sense of self and self-love! you don't have to be an amazing person all the time, you can just BE!

and Tabitha <3 kids are a delight. bright personalities in tiny little humans with NO mental filters to speak of. the kids were always going to be important here.

bro you CANNOT come in here and say things like i'm as good as Bamsara and Naff you CANNOT do that i'll cry rn

I'll look forward to your feedback on the rest of the chapters <3 have fun reading and thank you for coming to visit me

#tuz asks #dayshift go figure #i grab you i spin you around #fnaf

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