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sanjarka · 2 years

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listen, i get where people are coming from when they say that the hunger games movies focused way too much on the romance but at the same time what romance? do you mean the ,,love triangle"? or adding that kiss between katniss and gale in catching fire? are you team peeta or team gale? who is hotter - josh or liam? because the actual romance doesn't exist.

what about he gives me a smile with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me? for a moment i feel foolishly happy? there's a whole world locked away inside of him? how don't his eyelashes get tangled up when he blinks? he plays with my hair while i make a flower crown? his voice is like the morphine they give me? in a minute i can see his smile and hear his laugh? i wonder if those kisses would feel like the ones from the beach, the ones i hadn't let myself think about until this moment? did you really hear him screaming? don't let him take you away from me? let me go - i can't? none of this is shown or implied.

no, this isn't a romance book and there are a lot of other extremely important scenes that the movies don't focus enough on (for example: the death of her father and how important that relationship was and still is so important to her? how much she misses him? how she never had the time to grieve him?) but the romance that does happen between the main characters is a big part of the plot - it moves the story, it creates conflict. the main story depends on it. this isn't just a story of war, it's also a story about the life of its protagonist and it's only natural to want her to find joy and peace. and no, not everyone has to like it, love it, be obsessed with it (i don't care about that, nor is it a realistic thing to expect or the focus of this post), but can we just stop pretending like it doesn't exist? like it's a bad thing to enjoy it. that you are exactly like the capitol because of that. that even katniss herself doesn't care about it and is somehow above that - she's a confused, traumatized child who doesn't have time to prioritize her own feelings and emotions. at 17, she should be able to think about that beach kiss for every second of every day and not feel the need to hide it because she's afraid of expecting too much, or wanting too much, or needing too much.

the movies left a lot of damage, not because they focused on the romance, but because instead of filming what was already on paper they went ahead and glamorized it, deleted it or changed it. they deleted the fact that seam people are poc. they aged up the cast. dehumanized kato, clove... didn't show how ugly the capitol really is. how haymich lost everything because he didn't want to be their piece in the games. how finnick was sold from the age of 14. how johanna isn't just angry and mad but damaged and broken. how gale isn't a war criminal but a teenager who got lost in trying to see what is right to do in a war. how war changes people and how, in the end, it usually loses its right side if it ever had it. how you can still be damaged and worth something. that the real revolution isn't in the fight but in helping those around you, by giving them bread on a rainy day or singing them a song when they are dying in your arms. that peeta lost his leg, his sense of self and his entire family. that both him and katniss had traumas prior to the games. that they truly loved each other and were each other's hope. that it would've happened anyway. that it's only him. that their love is a lot of things but never practical or just for comfort.

the romance that the movies presented was shallow and superficial. the tragedy in their love story isn't gale, or that it only happened because it was forced, or because of their shared trauma. instead it was snow and the capitol. they weren't allowed privacy and to move at their own pace. they were used and manipulated with, hijacked. the tragedy of their love story was that it was tainted. that they weren't allowed to think about it as just theirs.

and then after everything they were still the only ones who could have healed one another. after all of that, they still somehow grew back together. the movies forgot to say that it was absolutely everything to both of them. that they are fully equal in that love.

so no, the problem with the movies isn't too much romance.

#i get where this is coming from and maybe i'm just to sensitive or literal or whatever but i just had to say #literally just saw a tiktok comment and thus happened #but it is something that i see quite often in general #not saying you are a bad fan if you enjoy the movies #but i think we can all agree that without the books they do not have the same effect #anyway glad that's out #thg #thg: movie criticism #the hunger games #the hunger games: meta #everlark #everlark: meta #mine #mine: thg

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pet-genius · 3 years

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A complex and many-layered thing

But Harry’s anger at Snape continued to pound through his veins like venom. Let go of his anger? He could as easily detach his legs. . . .

This is the first Occlumency lesson. Harry is right, of course. Feelings don’t go away because you want them to. To let go of them when they’ve not been addressed or validated can be as hard as detaching a leg. And yet, it’s what Dumbledore asked Snape to do, and it’s what Snape had to do to survive the first war as Dumbledore’s spy. You have to ask yourself… how?

Trapped animals chew off their own legs to escape. It’s a sacrifice they make to survive.

If there’s one thing in a fic that turns me off it, it’s the idea that Occlumency shields are a thing, that Severus was so gifted at it because he’s got some power like Second Sight or being a metamorphagus. I always preferred to think of Occlumency and Legilimency as skills that can be learned, even if some have more aptitude for it than others.

Severus entered Hogwarts with the kind of life experience that primed him for developing these skills, and left it with even more. Occlumency is magical dissociation, a post-traumatic coping mechanism, and Severus has C/PTSD. More under the cut; tw: just general angst.

To survive, he would have had to develop a knack for telling how explosive and unpredictable people feel. Over his life, he faced at least two egregious examples of what Pete Walker, author of “Complex PTSD” calls “the Charming Bully”.

Especially devolved fight types can become sociopathic. Sociopathy can range along a continuum that stretches from corrupt politician to vicious criminal. A particularly nasty sociopath, who I call the charming bully, probably falls somewhere around the middle of this continuum. The charming bully behaves in a friendly manner some of the time. He can even occasionally listen and be helpful in small amounts, but he still uses his contempt to overpower and control others. This type typically relies on scapegoats for the dumping of his vitriol. These unfortunate scapegoats are typically weaker than him. […] He generally spares his favorites from this behavior, unless they get out of line. If the charming bully is charismatic enough, those close to him will often fail to register the unconscionable meanness of his scapegoating. The bully’s favorites often slip into denial, relieved that they are not the target. Especially charismatic bullies may even be admired and seen as great.

These would be James Potter and Tom Riddle, who are distantly related, I might add. Harry inherited the tendency to default to the fight response, but since he grew up the scapegoat and not the golden child, he never becomes quite as appalling, and after all, a fight response is normal when they are after you. Even so, Harry, who has both James and Voldemort inside him, triggers Severus to no end. It’s not a coincidence that the memories Harry sees when he is with him are largely horrible, and vice versa. There had to be happy or at least neutral or even boring moments, but these two detest each other, and they know they detest each other. Negative emotions and associated memories are so close to the surface they can’t be contained. This is the purpose of the Pensieve in this context - to contain the emotions. Since Severus knew what was in there when he pulled Harry out, my theory is that you don’t suddenly forget the memories you placed there, but rather you make them less fraught with emotions.

“Get up!” said Snape sharply. “Get up! You are not trying, you are making no effort, you are allowing me access to memories you fear, handing me weapons!”

Harry stood up again, his heart thumping wildly as though he had really just seen Cedric dead in the graveyard. Snape looked paler than usual, and angrier, though not nearly as angry as Harry was. “I — am — making — an — effort,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I told you to empty yourself of emotion!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m finding that hard at the moment,” Harry snarled.

“Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!” said Snape savagely. “Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words — they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”

A lot to unpack here.

“Memories you fear,” “weapons”, “easy prey”.

Fearing your own memories, viewing your own lived experiences as weapons to be used against you, being easy prey… Severus could not be speaking louder of himself here. He is the one whose mind had been penetrated with absurd ease, he is the one who handed weapons to Voldemort, and he is the one who had to do the psychological equivalent of detaching his own leg – again and again – to survive.

I’ll argue that Severus developed a fawn response and a flight response, as fighting had never really worked out for him if it was possible at all. He had at least two more people I’d describe as bullies in his life, Tobias and Lucius.

Again from Pete Walker:

These [fawn] response patterns are so deeply set in the psyche, that as adults, many codependents automatically respond to threat like dogs, symbolically rolling over on their backs, wagging their tails, hoping for a little mercy and an occasional scrap. Webster’s second entry for fawn is: “to show friendliness by licking hands, wagging its tail, etc.: said of a dog.” I find it tragic that some codependents are as loyal as dogs to even the worst “masters”.

Remember what Sirius called him? Lucius’s lapdog. Bellatrix called him Dumbledore’s pet, Dumbledore said he dangles on Voldemort’s arm, the narrative compares Snape to a rabbit in SWM and Harry compares the Half Blood Prince to a beloved pet who had gone feral (yes, this does mean a lot to me on a personal level, yes my username is not a coincidence).

His unconscious fawn response might have been his undoing, drawn as he was to figures like Lucius and Voldemort. As an adult, I think he utilized the skills he had developed to survive in order to stitch these people up, and involuntary dissociation and fawning became Occlumency, which to me, is his signature magic. Harry needed only to banish Voldemort from his mind; Severus could not settle for this. He had to give Voldemort something, and knowing how to fawn meant knowing what to give him and how to draw himself in such a light that Voldemort would believe it. We see how he wanted to be seen by the Death Eaters: a self-serving coward who sought to hide behind Dumbledore’s apron, playing his pet. But that’s Pettigrew, not Snape. Imagine the self-immolation, the self-violation, it must have taken to convince everyone that you’re an ersatz Wormtail! Snape is a man and a prince, and the text recognizes this as Harry calls him, in the end, Dumbledore’s man, the bravest man, and as that chapter is called “The Prince’s Tale”. Voldemort thought Snape was nothing more than a “good and faithful servant,” and that his last words were “My Lord”.

But Severus had an unequaled gift for Occlumency, specifically against Voldemort, because Voldemort could not legilimens what he couldn’t feel; and he couldn’t feel love, grief, guilt, and remorse. This was Severus’s secret weapon, which would not have worked against Harry - who can feel these things, and who is also Lily’s son. I can prove it. The first time Harry gets the hang of Occlumency is after Dobby dies:

His scar burned, but he was master of the pain; he felt it, yet was apart from it. He had learned control at last, learned to shut his mind to Voldemort, the very thing Dumbledore had wanted him to learn from Snape. Just as Voldemort had not been able to possess Harry while Harry was consumed with grief for Sirius, so his thoughts could not penetrate Harry now, while he mourned Dobby. Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out . . . though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love. . . .

Harry learned to dissociate, though fortunately in a healthier way than many of us ever get to.

Of course, Snape was a good and faithful servant… to Dumbledore, which brings us to the flight response. The chapter wherein he escapes after killing Dumbledore is called “Flight of the Prince”. He should be fighting, he had just proven that he can cast a killing curse, and yet he flees. He can literally fly, in fact: He, Lily, and Voldemort are the only ones we see pulling this off.

As a child, we see this too: He copes with his home situation by reminding himself “it won’t be long and I’ll be gone.” He is thrilled when he imagines Hogwarts, his escape; he follows Lily out of the carriage instead of confronting James and Sirius head-on (which might have saved them all a lot of pain eventually). But this doesn’t work out, we see that in terrifying detail. The next attempt at an escape is joining the Death Eaters, but this too doesn’t work out.

He can’t flee anymore.

“Severus, you cannot pretend this isn’t happening!” Karkaroff’s voice sounded anxious and hushed, as though keen not to be overheard. “It’s been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can’t deny it —”

“Then flee,” said Snape’s voice curtly. “Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts.”

Shortly thereafter:

“Severus,” said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, “you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared . . .”

“I am,” said Snape.

He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.

He was ready, and he was prepared. He didn’t fly; he walked toward what might well have been his end with open eyes, armed only with the strength of his mind. Before Voldemort killed him, he looked pale, again, and terrified.

“I sought a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick. I took it from its previous master. I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore.”

And now Snape looked at Voldemort, and Snape’s face was like a death mask. It was marble white and so still that when he spoke, it was a shock to see that anyone lived behind the blank eyes.

I ask myself if this was the moment he realized he had been betrayed, that by giving Dumbledore a painless death he had secured his own. Maybe he wasn’t pale because he was scared; maybe he was pale because he was shocked. He was at his absolute limit, Occluding with all his might when he could have easily saved himself. The dam is about to break. All the memories he feared, all the weapons, the entire content of his heart is about to spill through - literally.

He fawned for Voldemort, the worst of all possible masters, but in the end, he was Voldemort’s undoing. All the ways in which he was weak and powerless against Tobias, James, Lucius, et al., proved to be part of goodness and source of his power. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that Snape is so loved. I’ve never actually seen such love for any other fictional character. He represents a kind of courage that many of us need to get by, lest we simply become evil or give the fuck up (“I wish I was dead”). A kind of courage rarely celebrated. The more time I’ve spent in the fandom in general and in the Snapedom in particular, the more I am convinced of this.

#pro severus snape #snapedom #snape meta #snape love #severus snape #psychology #complex ptsd #I'm not qualified to diagnose anyone #But like #come on #sometimes JKR writes brilliance she doesn't seem to comprehend #snape #occlumency #harry potter

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vicioux · 3 years

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MODERN AU DARKLINA FIC RECS

yeah...another one lol this time inspired by bin bon’s new music video. tried something new for this one by putting fics in categories but i will say they're pretty loose categories since there's quite a bit of overlap (i'd say 90% of modern darklina fics have plenty of smut 👀 and mal bashing) and i got lazy by the end. here are some of my recs for darklina modern AUs & as always thank you to all the lovely writers in the fandom for feeding us during the off season 💛💛 p.s you can find all my fic rec lists here.

come for the smut stay for the plot

ABSOLUTE by twilighttomidnight “Good.” Genya hummed, unrepentant. “I hope I’m ruining all your virginal fantasies. They never live up to your expectations so why not have a skilled older man induct you into the world of sin and be paid handsomely for your time while you’re at it?”

GAMES by persephoneselene Alina gets more than she bargained for with Wall Street tsar Aleksander Morozova. (or: Astrology GF Alina, Stockmarket BF Sasha)

GUDENE SKRATTET by madismen You don’t need love to get married. Alina marries Mal as part of the peace deal between their families. After a year of misery and a stubbornly flat stomach, Uncle Sasha steps in to rectify the situation.

ROYALS OF NEW YORK by starwarringavengers Alina Starkova is leverage in Aleksander Morozov's war against the Starkov Family. She is leverage, and nothing more. They both get emotionally attached.

workplace romance

SUITS!AU series by secretsarenotforfree An authoritative voice, lightly accented and full of power even when kept low for secrets sake, his back to her. A briefcase so neatly made it had to be bespoke. The tall bob of the top of just criminally beautiful hair. Puzzle pieces. Alina’s favorite. Especially when she was given the chance to assemble them into a whole.

MOROZOV PUBLISHERS!AU series by lrcee Alina Starkov is rising in the publishing world. Singlehandedly responsible for rewritingediting the hottest book of the year, she lands a coveted spot at Morovoz Publishers. It's the position she's always wanted, at the biggest publishing house in the country. That crush on her boss though, that's gotta go.

INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS by lrcee “So then what are you accomplishing?” Alina snaps. “What, tangibly, is the UN? An umbrella that comes down when it rains?” Alina has cut her teeth on war zones and crises. She can decipher multiple languages; she can get people to divulge precious information with ease. So why, then, can she not handle Ambassador Morozov?

these crack me up

A VAMPIRE'S GUIDE TO THE 21ST CENTURY by bedpostsongs + clowsan In which Aleksander is a literal millennial and Alina might have bitten off more than she can chew taking him home for the night.

THE FIGHT WE NEVER HAD by poethrotsvitha For the first time in her life, Mal has gone somewhere that Alina can't follow. She has no one left in the world- or so she thinks, until Aleksander Morozova shows up on her doorstep with an offer she would be a fool to refuse. (In which Aleksander oh-so-helpfully steps in to assist newly widowed Alina with anything that she might need, even if she doesn't know she needs it yet)

srynotsry mal

GOOD WIFE by sugarshakes Alina tries to be a good wife, she really does.

DON'T KEEP LOVE AROUND by larry_hystereks She wishes it was his fault, but really she only has herself to blame. (or: Alina cheats on her boyfriend with the hot bartender she can't seem to stay away from)

NEEDY by macdav It starts out small, simply wanting to save what’s left of her marriage, and with Dr. Morozova, she feels as though she’s making progress. Until he suggests she leaves her husband. Suddenly the hand he so graciously extends to her starts finding its way into places it doesn’t belong.

NO REST AT THE KINGDOM by kneeinjury This is Mal's fault. This is his fucking fault, and she’s just trying to be a decent wife, but ever since she got laid off he only seems to think of her as his personal errand girl and if he insists on treating her that way then he should at least be where he says he’s going to be and why won’t he answer his phone goddammit?

MILLION DOLLAR MAN by amplifierverse "Yes, but not from my best friend. He's my—” Alina stops, bites her tongue. Genya snorts, and says oh so innocently, batting her unfairly long eyelashes at Alina, “Your new daddy?” (Alina's foster mother brings home her new boyfriend. Things get a little complicated for Alina, after that)

romance movie vibes

THAT'S WISHES ONE, TWO, AND THREE by starlessmistake Aleksander is a famous musician. He's also hopelessly in love with his personal assistant, Alina.

A CONSTELLATION TO STIR MY HEART by littleloststar “Alina, listen,” he sighs, “the fact is, I’ve got way too much money and I’d like to spend some of it on you. If you want." (or: A super indulgent good-times-only Darklina sugar daddy AU)

SUGARFULL by silberias He’d heard her curse, the little gasp she gave as the wind nearly took her off her feet, and hesitated for only a moment before dashing back into the rain with his umbrella already halfway open again. “Keep it,” he’d said with a warm smile, taking her old ratty umbrella from nerveless fingers and wrapping her hand around the handle of his.

CEREBRAL by lord_janley "Mama fell down," says his son's voice, small on the phone. Had put it on speaker initially, thinking it would be his usual babbling about dinosaurs. Or planes. Or space. Anything but this.

AS WE KNOW IT by larry_hystereks A horrible accident leaves Alina and Aleksander to raise their friend's baby as their own. The only problem? They’re not even together.

THE PRAYER OF GOING NOWHERE by kneeinjury "Just friends. I promise. There'll be an open bar." It’s been almost six months since they started sleeping together and she hasn’t fallen hopelessly in love yet; she supposes one outing together won’t undo her completely (or: The FWB au)

1-800-MISS-UR-GUTS by kneeinjury It’s been over two years since Aleksander moved to Seattle, which means it’s been over two years since he dumped her in her apartment and broke her heart (or: The breakup makeup fic)

PLAY by inky_pens When Alina's preschool is forced to shut down at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, Aleksander propositions Alina, in more ways than one, to stay with him and his son during lockdown.

IT'S A DANGEROUS GAME by ohwastelandbaby Left as the only witness to a heist, Alina Starkov is in need of protection from a band of criminals out to get her. What Agent Kirigan offers her, is far more complicated. bodyguard!AU

PAST LIVES (SHADOWS & PROMISES) by stargurl28 She hasn’t seen him for years. This number probably isn’t even in service anymore. She’s not even certain why she calls. She sobs when he says her name, that way, the way only he can. Between her sobs, she manages to whisper, "I should have waited for you, Sasha."

THE BREADTH OF HIS DOMAIN by sexypicard Alina tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in line. As her own boss, she set her own hours, but it was the principle of the thing. She demanded no less of herself because she happened to be self-employed — and that was perhaps why she was so annoyed with the man in front of her.

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nejibaby · 2 years

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A Cruel Man

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader

"Every single day of his existence after having been with you, every single breath he takes, every single beat of his heart, he dedicates to you. Just not today.”

Word count: 0.7k

Portgas D. Ace is a good man. Or at least that’s what he believes. And sure, he’s gotten into fights more than what his fingers and toes can count, and it may be a fact that he still doesn’t pay for the food he eats, and yeah, there was a point in his life where he believes sometimes he needs to knock some sense into people, and, well, he’s literally a pirate — a criminal with a huge bounty for his head — but he knows there’s more to him than all those.

He knows he has a good heart. He has fought for and along with people who were powerless. He has saved and freed slaves and prisoners before. He has stood up for those who he happened to witness being unjustly treated.

He has made friends with his enemies who had changes of hearts. And he has made a family out of strangers.

And even though there are still lingering thoughts in his mind about if he’s worthy to have been born, he still pushes through with life. Day by day, one step at a time, one good deed after another, that’s how he lives. That’s what you told him to do, and thank god he has you, because otherwise, he wouldn’t have ever felt his heart lighten.

Lighten, in a sense that you’ve casted away the darkness, and lighten, as in reducing the burden his heart bears.

So that’s why every single day of his existence after having been with you, every single breath he takes, every single beat of his heart, he dedicates to you.

Just not today. Especially not today.

Not even in the past few days.

At least not since Impel Down anyway.

Because now, standing in front of the Marine headquarters, tied with seastone chains, he feels he’s stripped off of all the good deeds he has done.

He feels bare, but… not quite, because apparently at this moment, his crimes are the only things left that should define him.

The World Government has painted him a bad person. And he’s so close to believing them.

But his mind wanders back to you. He visualizes the frown that would be etched on your face if you knew that he’s doubting himself again. He imagines the way you would scold him for being too hard on himself. The pictures of you that his mind comes up with calms the raging storm within him. Just like how it’s always been.

Oh god, he aches to see you once again. He aches to be with you. One more time, maybe? Just one last time.

So when he realizes that the Whitebeard Pirates came to save him, he wonders if you came along too. Pops wouldn’t have let you, that’s for sure. Pops knows just how much you love each other, and if he had driven you to war and became a casualty, he knows Ace would never forgive him.

Although knowing you, you’d probably find a way to come here. And while he longs to see you again, he doesn’t want that to happen under these circumstances.

He wants you safe. He wants you alive.

Even when he probably wouldn’t be.

And in a series of blurred events, he finds himself on the verge of death in the arms of his brother.

And he realizes that maybe he really was a cruel man all along. Because the last thought that had come up to him was the words he said during his last moments with you.

“Ace, you don’t have to do this. Thatch wouldn’t have wanted you to do this,” you told him.

“That’s too bad the dead can’t speak, huh?” He sharply replied.

But when he saw you flinch from his words, he apologized instantly, not being able to stand the sight of you hurt.

“I just want you safe, Ace. I, no, we have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“What if you get hurt?” There were tears in your eyes. “Worse, what if you die?”

Ace had never done well with comforting someone, so he tried to make the situation lighter by saying, “Don’t worry. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll crawl home back to you if I must.”

Unbeknownst to him, these were the last words he’d ever say to you.

a/n: i’m sorry

song reference/inspiration: work song by hozier

#portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas d. ace x you #portgas d. ace x y/n #fire fist ace x you #fire fist ace x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece fanfic #one piece angst #one piece #portgas d. ace #hiken no ace #fire fist ace

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octaviasdread · 3 years

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any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

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The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

#CO posts #answered asks #asks #dark academia girls #dark academia recommendations #dark academia recs #dark academia women #dark academia movies #dark academia tv

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Forks [A. C.]

Adrian Chase x fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: it's kind of short and it just came out of the idea that Adrian would look fucking hot fighting bad guys. When you get to that part you'll understand, anyway if you want a second part you can tell me, I'm the number one lover of enemies to lovers (or that's what I tried to do lol) And also the title has no relevance because it is only one of the words that appear because I suck tremendously at putting titles

One small step (part 2)

You looked around you, smiling slightly. You were on your way to catch a gang of criminals (or something) and you were feeling pretty excited. You've been looking after the quaint little town of Evergreen for a few years now, and you've always been lucky. I mean, there were rarely things that exciting, but every once in a while, you could put into practice all the training your father had forced you to do for as long as you could remember. Your father, an ex-military man, hoped to have a firstborn son and when he didn't get it, he raised you as he would have raised a man, teaching you everything he had learned in the war and even a little more. You weren't complaining, but while the other girls were dating boys you were learning how to shoot guns in the woods.

So when you grew up, it was inevitable that you would not look for danger even in the farthest corners, always waiting to be able to put your knowledge to daily use. At first everything had been excellent, until he showed up.

Vigilante.

He started patrolling a few months after you and, to be honest you were upset having to deal with a classless guy who killed every citizen he got in front of. He had very particular criteria of who was 'good' and who was 'bad', so it didn't take more than a couple of meetings for you to start a particularly tense relationship. As well as being a sloppy jerk (he left blood stains and you hated him) he was also completely annoying, making you roll your eyes every time you heard his shrill voice. Another difference between you and him was the wardrobe, as the boy started out wearing extravagant black and teal armor and you had simply been limited to wearing black outfits of resistant fabric and boots that your father had given you when you were younger. Sure, your pants contained all sorts of tactical pockets and gun and knife pouches, but it was easier to recognize you than it would be to recognize him. It didn't bother you that he knew your identity, but you hated to admit that from the beginning you were intrigued by him knowing the face behind that red visor and that mocking voice you saw and heard more times than you liked.

He didn't like you either, initially, because although it wasn't a sexist thing at all, he considered working with you, but quickly concluded that this would only get him into trouble. He worked with Peacemaker, sure, but he was a huge man and he had seen him in action. You, on the other hand, were just an inexperienced girl in his eyes.

You took different paths, for different reasons. But as time passed, your apparent enmity only increased and escalated to the point where you had tried to kill each other on more than one occasion. Even when you were chasing the same target (almost every time) you were distracted by yelling at each other and making threats, which had caused the criminal to run off on more than one occasion to leave you two fighting. And yet, you could never think of the idea of killing him as anything more than that. An idea.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) you had ended up getting used to his constant presence and although you could safely say that you hated him, in reality you didn't want something as drastic as death for him. And despite this, you thought that he could kill you without thinking twice.

However, things were not always so bad. Sometimes he would crack a good joke or make a flirtatious comment that would make you smile. Sometimes you could even swear that you had seen him watch your back, although you convinced yourself that it was all your speculation.

"Can't you stay the fuck out of my business?" you heard behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know who he was.

“In fact, you are meddling in my business. I got here first” you argued. He didn't say anything, probably because he knew you were right, and he flopped down next to you as he snorted.

Every once in a while, you had these kinds of moments. You just sat next to each other, without fighting and without talking, while you saw some point or played with your weapons. That was the case, as Vigilante began to play one of his knives between his fingers.

It was implicit that you were after the same person, now it only remained to see who would take the credit for capturing him (or in his case, killing them). Just as you had expected, it didn’t take long for the criminal to arrive to exchange a considerable amount of drugs for a more considerable amount of bills. You didn’t ask the man anything, nor did you tell him what you were going to do, you simply walked away from him to execute your own plan.

Fights usually weren't something that lasted for hours, it was enough to hit them while they were off guard and then call the police, so you were planning to end up there to get home to eat the leftover food you still had in the fridge and maybe watch a movie.

You took a vantage point, ready to pounce on the robust body of one of the companions, but your plans were interrupted by your fellow's impatience. Vigilante was climbing on the back of one of them while trying to stab him with a knife, but they were faster and threw him to the ground, ready to shoot him with their weapons. You snorted and drew your own pistol to try to attack, but in the dark, it was even more difficult to have a clear target. Suddenly you were already involved in a fight that oscillated between the use of knives, guns, and your clenched fists. You weren't the biggest fan of killing criminals, but right now you were being left no choice.

Between the two of you, you managed to take down most of them, and although you didn't want to admit it, it was invigorating to fight alongside him. He was good and precise, always hitting the target. You didn't have his accuracy, but you were efficient. You made a good team when you weren't too busy cursing each other.

At a certain moment, when you thought that there was no one else there, you turned to look for it and noticed that something was missing.

Oh, for the fucking Jesus Christ.

Somehow they had managed to remove his mask and revealed a gorgeous boy with black hair, curving into slight curls at the end, with clean white skin, except for the drops of blood that stained his cheek.

Why had you never contemplated the fact that your almost enemy could look like this?

He was grappling with a man much bigger than him and he looked completely sexy. His movements were so graceful as if they were calculated, and his heavy breathing was making you nervous. He ended up hitting him with his bulletless pistol, knocking him out, and when he turned to you, he was grinning. His lip was smeared with blood and you watched him wipe it with his thumb, a move that would ordinarily be unattractive but for him made your legs shake.

You were about to say something when he widened his eyes in surprise, looking behind you. You assumed it was an attacker, probably someone who had returned to consciousness, and although you turned around you weren't quick enough, managing to get a nice, more or less deep scratch on the side of your abdomen before Vigilante took care of it throw a knife at him that hit you right in the forehead.

You fell backward abruptly because the cut had taken you by surprise and the blood had already begun to come out.

"Shit," you yelled, putting your hand over the wound. You were surprised to see the man carelessly drop his weapon and then drop to his knees beside you.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked. A dim light illuminated the place and without his mask, you could notice his frown. He saw him reach into a compartment on his belt and he pulled out a pair of glasses. You thought he couldn't look prettier, but you instantly regretted it when he had them on. "Let me see," he ordered, removing your hand and putting his gloved hand up to feel how bad it was. "You're bleeding."

"Really? I hadn't noticed!" you made fun. He rolled his eyes and you were surprised to see that the damn thing still looked cute.

How could he go from wiping blood off his face in the hottest way you've ever seen in your fucking life to looking like a little kid throwing a tantrum? You didn't know it, but it was already driving you crazy.

“Up,” he said, ignoring you and offering you a hand. You frowned.

"For?"

"I'll take you to my car"

“Wow, wow, stop. First: what the fuck? And second: what the fuck? Why would you take me to your car?”

“You need to go to a hospital,” he clarified as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Will you help me?" you asked, incredulous at his sudden kindness, "Are you the same person who tried to electrocute me last week?"

“I didn't try, I did it,” he clarified, obviously offended “And your options are to get your fat ass into my car or stay here and freeze to death or bleed to death. It's up to you"

As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You thought it was probably some trap or that he wasn't really going to take you anywhere and would just watch you die, but right now his help was much more promising than anything you could do on your own.

You ended up accepting his hand from him and felt how he gently held your shoulders, helping you walk. That kindness definitely unsettled you

His car wasn't that far away and when he started driving you panicked, realizing where he was taking you.

"We can't go to the hospital" you blurted out, nothing to you. The wound, added to the exhaustion, hurt horribly, but still, you were not willing to go.

"Why not?"

“I don't have health insurance” you lied.

"Oh, that doesn't matter. The sutures are not expensive, I have gone a couple of times and the nurses are very kind, they have never called the police if that worries you. Because I'm more wanted than you, you know, so I don't think they think of you as much of a feat, if you know what I mean…”

“Do you want to shut up for five seconds? Or I will open the door and jump” you exclaimed. Your head hurt a lot “We can't go to the hospital. Period” you sentenced. He frowned and stopped at a red light, watching you.

“So what do you want us to do? That I only left you hoping it was a minor injury?”

"Just take me home," you asked. There was no mockery in your voice this time, just weariness. "Please," you added, so softly and pleadingly that he felt his chest ache just a little.

He asked you where you lived and after you answered he didn't say anything else. He just drove through the empty streets, humming a little.

"Turn around here," you told him when you were about to reach the street of your apartment. But as he got closer, he didn't look like he meant to “I said turn around here."

"I heard you the first time," he clarified. When you reached the street he didn't turn but went straight ahead, and you dreaded for a second, wondering where the hell he was taking you. You didn't stop until a couple of blocks later, in a pretty run-down spot. At least it wasn't a hospital.

"What is this?" you asked worriedly. He got out of the car and then opened your door, waiting for you to do the same. "Where the hell did you bring me?"

“At home I have what I need so that at least your wound doesn't get infected. Come on,” he explained. It sounded more like an order than a request and you were just so exhausted that you listened to it. You accepted the hand he offered you and let him carry you to the rustic place. The entire room was a mess that seemed to have perfect order. Some objects were grouped, he had vinyl, the dirty dishes were organized by color or shape, and the clothes were separated by color, but they were still piling on the floor. He was fucking weird and enigmatic at the same time.

You walked a bit and then you came to his room, where he had a goldfish. You figured that with all of Vigilante's chores, there was hardly any time in the schedule to devote attention to another pet.

"I'll go get things, I'll be right back," he said. You dropped your head against the pillow and felt like you were going to fall asleep at any moment, but the noise he made as he entered the room snapped you out of your reverie.

He had a couple of boxes in his hands and you could see gauze and something that he said 'Butterfly Closures'.

"This is no substitute for a suture at all," he warned you. "But at least it will help you," he continued. You didn't say anything and he carefully lifted your blouse. Fortunately, it was just a scratch, but that didn't stop him from looking worrisome.

First, he took cotton wet with hydrogen peroxide and cleaned all the blood that was there, taking care not to hurt you even more. He used gauze, antiseptic solution, and those clips to close wounds, then carefully covered everything with another gauze.

"What are you doing this for?" you asked him. He was placing the last piece of tape on your skin, careful not to be disrespectful as he looked up past your abdomen.

“Oh, it's that if you don't suture the wound, it can get infected. Those things are for minor cuts, but I hope that with that and the pressure of the gauze the bleeding stops, because otherwise then I will have to take you to the fucking hospital, even if you don't want to. Why do you have to be so stubborn? I really don't understand…”

“Vigilante” you interrupted him. You were still amazed at his ability to talk so fast “I know what you do it for. But I mean why do you do it?" you explained, but noticing his silence you decided to be more specific "Why are you helping me?"

"Oh, that…" he muttered. Somehow he was embarrassed and you appreciated the fact that he didn't have his mask on so you could see him "I don't know, I guess… if someone is going to kill you, I want to be me and not one of those fools" he added with a smile, To try to smooth over the fact that he really cared about you. Deep down, but he cared about you.

For the first time, you smiled sincerely at him and craned your neck a little to look at your side. He didn't look too bad and it would be enough to get him through the night.

“Good job, you didn't know you were so good with your hands” you laughed.

"And you haven't seen anything yet," he said innocently. Why did he suddenly seem so attractive? Oh right, he was attractive.

"Thanks for the hospitality, but I have to go," you informed him. You tried to get up but felt a tug on your side and felt one of the clips weaken a bit.

"You can't leave like this, the only thing you're going to do is hurt yourself more, silly," he said, rolling his eyes and laying back with one of his hands, without making any effort "Stay here"

"Are you going to try to kill me?"

“If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done so long ago and I wouldn't have wasted my healing material, don't you think so?” he argued, looking at you with slightly pursed lips in mistrust. But I couldn't blame you, if he was that vulnerable in your house, he would have also tried to discover the trap "We just have to pretend that we like each other today, I'm not in the mood to fight and I'm exhausted as shit"

Neither of you said anything else, you just saw him get into something you assumed was the bathroom until he came out of there dressed in much more comfortable clothes and a clean face. He looked so huggable… huggable is even a word?

“Your house is interesting” you added, seeing him leaning in next to you. You were sharing a bed with him and it was strange "You have many strange things"

"Yes, it's almost a mania," he told you. Silence again and then you heard him slide down a bit on the mattress to rest against his side and look at you, "Hey, about my identity… you won't tell anyone, will you?"

“I don't know who you are” you exclaimed, shrugging your shoulders.

“But you know where I live”

“Relax, we're on the same side” you murmured, in an attempt to reassure him “I would never tell the bad guys anything about you. Or to the police, although sometimes they are almost the same shit” you added. He smiled and nodded at that, knowing that in the worst case he could also give you away since you had accidentally told him your address.

"I'll have to trust you," he finished, a bit of resignation in his voice, as he returned to his original position. In the silence, you could hear his calm breathing and felt the urge to turn your head a little to look at him. You noticed a mole on his cheek, under the frame of his glasses, and you also admired the figure of his profile. You were still shocked by his appearance "What are you looking at?" he asked, almost as if he read your mind.

“You are less ugly than he expected” you confessed. He turned in your direction with amusement painted on his face.

"Did you just say I'm hot?"

“I never said that”

"But that's what you tried to say"

"No. What I said is that you exceeded my completely low expectation about your appearance. It's like I said you're more handsome than an ogre."

"So you think I'm handsome," he insisted, with that charming smile you'd have a hard time getting out of your head.

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to stab you with a fork" you snorted.

"Where are you going to get a fork?"

“Don’t doubt my abilities” you answered. You were having fun with that little conversation and it felt good to share this kind of moment with him. You had been together for so many years, but this was the first time you had seen each other this way. There was no armor, no cruelty, it was just you, injured, and him with his loose clothes and messy hair.

"As much as I'd love to get stabbed by you, we need to sleep, birdie," he informed you. He disposed of his glasses until he left them on the small table next to the bed, and then he rearranged himself on the mattress.

"Rest, dickhead"

"Adrian"

"Huh?" you asked, looking at him with a frown. He, on the other hand, didn’t look at you.

"My name is Adrian. Just in case you wanted to know."

"Adrian" you repeated, after a short silence, tasting his name in your mouth. It was nice, it went well with him "In that case: rest, Adrian"

"Goodnight" he whispered and both of you fell into a deep sleep.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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Tony stans are do annoying my friend is one but she isn't that bad but I asked her why she hates steve so much her only reason was because he lied to Tony. Like omfg get over it he didn't even lie to him and you know what's worse iron dad fans like sure not everything has to be comic acuret but you have to admit it was stupid what the mcu did to spider man and nwh tried to fix it spider man is smart and his own character but iron man ruined that character for me

- "He lied to Stark". How was Steve supposed to know the Starks had been killed by Bucky? The scene goes like this:

Zola: “For 70 years Hydra has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war, and when history did not cooperate, history was changed” [then these two images are showed on screen]

Natasha: “That’s impossible, Shield would have stopped you”

Zola: “Accidents will happen”, and this:

So at that point they know an assassin murdered them, that's all. Who or why or where or how, nothing. And when they find out that Bucky is the WS they can make the assumption that the man who murdered the Starks could have been him but they don't know for sure. What if there were more (hello CW, they had 5 more Winter Soldiers)?

So what exactly do those fans want from Steve? To approach Stark and tell him "Look, your parents didn't die in a crash, they were killed off by Hydra but we're not sure who did it or how or why. Oh and by the way, there's a chance the murderer is my friend Bucky but I'm sure you'll act all level-headed over it and I can trust you with his safety, right Tony?" 🙄

It's quite telling that the stans are more preoccupied with whether or not Steve should have told him instead of asking why the hell were the Starks in possession of super soldier serum in their trunk. Or why the hell Howard (and Peggy) were so damn happy to hire nazis and work alongside them - Howard even had a nickname for Zola, how sweet.

- "Iron Dad". Oh I'd need a whole morning to describe just how absolutely terrible of a mentor Stark was for Peter.

He kidnapped him when he was 14yo, lied to his legal guardian, took him out of the country to get him involved in a fight with adults (some of them enhanced, most with tech or gadgets or powers) who didn't know him, kept him in the dark as to why they were fighting, once they were done he sent him home with a new suit and ghosted him for months, when the kid found out about illegal weapons trade Stark did nothing then called the FBI but never told Peter, chastised him when he tried to stop the criminals as Stark showed up in the ferry as a saviour as if he had no responsibility over what happened, took said super suit from the kid and left him to fight a bunch of guys in possession of alien weapons while dressed in a onesie, tried to lure him into joining the Avengers completely bypassing Aunt May's knowledge or permission on the matter, left him a highly dangerous device with no instructions on how to use it... And people claim this idiot was a good parental figure?

The only good parental figure Peter had was May. Stark was the worst thing to happen to Spidey and it took Marvel 3 movies to undo the damage.

#anti tony stark

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etheriaaly · 3 years

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Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC) WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions.

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad."

"That's a horrible idea."

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun."

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't.

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them.

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go."

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer."

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them.

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy.

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them.

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath.

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy.

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you."

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain.

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part.

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by.

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy.

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned.

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below.

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is.

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while."

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server.

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before.

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area.

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy.

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands.

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not.

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now.

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do.

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened.

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while.

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts.

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months.

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream."

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all."

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike."

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?"

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing.

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them.

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs."

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long.

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands.

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?"

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again.

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them.

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it.

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground.

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff.

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened.

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next.

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening.

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more.

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back.

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go."

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life.

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked.

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other.

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go.

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working.

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them.

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be.

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late.

But he was, indeed, late.

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped.

[Y/N] drowned.

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ukiyokki · 3 years

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 3 years

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This is gonna be the hottest take I’ve written in a long while, so here we go:

“Falcon and the Winter Soldier” was the more conservative-leaning show when compared to “The Punisher”

It feels weird writing that out since, at the surface level, it feels like it should be the other way around. Remember back in 2017 when there was a lot of pushback on the Punisher TV series because it was seen as right-wing propaganda? A lot of people just saw “ex-military guy with machine gun” and immediately made the connection to the alt-right movement. It didn’t help that the alt-right loved the Punisher symbolism, especially the military and police.

Meanwhile, there’s “Falcon and the Winter Soldier”, which technically should’ve been the more anti-conservative series. MCU Steve Rogers was set up as being anti-authoritarian and we were getting a black Captain America, something that closed-minded people would classify as “woke-pandering”.

But if you go past that and actually look at both series’ content, it feels like there’s a clear divide between what people are seeing at the surface level versus what actually happens in the shows.

Yes, the Punisher features an ex-military guy who uses guns because he wants to take the law into his own hands. But the show also features:

1) The military industrial complex as the main villain of season 1 and Christian extremism as the main villain of season 2

2) The whole show was centered on criticism of the Iraq War/War on Terror and how the military treats its veterans. In fact, the criticism wasn’t even subtle since the main plot of season 1 was about how the corrupt CIA officer used the Iraq War for his own corrupt goals. Just switch out “drugs” with “oil” in the plot and you’ll get a good chunk of the anti-Bush criticisms during his presidency. (EDIT: I know he served in Afghanistan as well, I just wanted to focus on Iraq)

3) The secondary villain of season 1 was a far-right domestic terrorist (they even called him out as a terrorist). The secondary villain of season 2 was an Aryan Brotherhood white supremacist.

4) When you think about it, the Punisher only exists because he’s anti-U.S. government. He feels that the systems of America have failed the people by letting criminals and corruption run rampant, so he’s taking matters into his own hands. I’m just saying, it’s weird to characterize the Punisher as a conservative-friendly character when the character is basically saying, “Fuck America and all of its corruption”.

Now, let’s take a look at “Falcon and the Winter Soldier”:

1) Very pro-U.S. military. I mean, that’s a given since Sam and Bucky served in the military, but there’s a clear sense of jingoism throughout the series. Especially the opening fight scene.

2) Tried to redeem John Walker at the end (or at least, tried to show that he’s not that bad of a guy). Remember, Walker is supposed to be the dark, far-right version of Captain America. They deliberately changed that for the show for...reasons. It’s like Marvel was skittish to actually portray John like how he is in the comics. Or at least, they were skittish to portray a version of Captain America as a villain.

3) Despite all the bad things America did, the series’ ending message was that we could do better as a nation. That even though our history is unclean, we can do better because that’s what America does. Just saying, the show’s message that America is still awesome even with its flaws and wrongdoing feels like a conservative talking point.

4) The villains are anti-government anarchists that want a world without borders. Unlike Walker, they don’t get a chance at redemption. Out of all the Captain America villains that the series could’ve gone with, they went with the explicitly left-wing one.

5) Probably the most anti-American moment in the series would be Isaiah Bradley’s story since that was a direct criticism of the U.S. military. But everything turns out okay because Sam put Isaiah’s statue in the museum. No one is held accountable because that would mean the U.S. government would have to face accountability and we can’t have that in our patriotic TV series.

Okay, I’ll stop there. Just as a disclaimer, I’m not trying to change anyone’s minds about these shows, nor am I trying to say you should like or hate them. I just wanted to discuss how these shows and characters are perceived by the fandom.

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Why Technoblade is an unreliable narrator

I’ve seen a lot of viewers idolizing c!Technoblade and saying it didn’t make sense that Tommy left him in the end. I watch Technoblade’s streams, but also everyone else’s. I think there’s a lot of overlap in viewers who idolize him and those who don’t have any context other than what comes from his character’s POV. As someone who has watched all POV’s here is why I disagree that “Technoblade has done no wrong” “Techno helps everyone and just gets betrayed” and “Tommy backstabbed Techno!”

I disagree with all of these statements and I don’t think c!Technoblade is a victim despite his personal monologue insinuating that. Let’s start at the beginning.

Technoblade joined to help Wilbur and Tommy with the intention of taking down Shlatt. He preached for anarchy and chaos. Although he was clear about the from the beginning, the people he was allied with didn’t agree with that. Wilbur was driven to that point AFTER Technoblade had already been allied with them. Tommy NEVER wanted to “destroy all government” his goal was always just to take down Shlatt and return to his home. Technoblade ignored the wishes of his only two allies and continued to entertain the idea in his own head of completely destroying L’Manberg. That was never an agreement, he made that decision on his own AGAINST the will of his only friends, Tommy and Wilbur.

Technoblade, on the other hand, was keeping secrets from them. He had withers prepared before they even put Tubbo in charge. Behind all of their backs he conspired with Wilbur and DREAM to destroy L’Manberg just as soon as they’d won it back. That is betrayal. No one betrayed Technoblade because they never promised him anarchy in the first place.

This is where his narration becomes unreliable. In his speech he brings up making all the gear for his new allies and then them betraying him when they used that gear to take back L’Manberg. He called that a betrayal even though it was CLEAR FROM THE BEGINNING WHAT THEIR INTENTIONS WERE ( the beginning being when Quackity and the others joined Pogtopia to help Tommy and the intentions being stopping L’Manberg’s destruction by Wilbur and ending Schlatt’s administration ). Technoblade calling this a betrayal is delusional.

The second thing his character is unreliable about is his “retirement.” When Technoblade set withers upon L’Manberg he caused pain and destruction, but also ultimately committed crimes against L’Manberg. He also vowed to them before disappearing into the wilderness that he would continue to destroy the government. When the Butcher Army arrived at his doorstep asking to answer for his crimes he claimed to be in retirement. Fleeing from a crime scene and then not committing crimes for awhile doesn’t excuse you from the original crime. Butcher Army coming for Technoblade was not entirely unreasonable the way c!Technoblade paints it to be. Technoblade was a war criminal and a threat and it made perfect sense for them to pursue him. Putting Phil under house arrest crossed a line, but going after Technoblade was not unreasonable for L’Manberg to do.

As for Technoblade’s relationship with Tommy in particular this is something that c!Technoblade is completely deluded about. Pogtopia days, Tommy did consider Technoblade a friend. The one thing that changed that was when Technoblade worked with Wilbur and Dream to BLOW UP LMANBERG. The ONE THING Tommy fought for, at least at the time. Technoblade dropped Tommy as soon as he realized that working with Wilbur and Dream (behind the backs of Tommy and everyone else) would get him his personal goal of anarchy. He betrayed Tommy first when he made that decision.

When Tommy holed up in Technoblade’s basement, Tommy stayed because Techno told him that he’d help him get the discs back. But Tommy was clear with Techno the whole time that he didn’t want to do anything to hurt Tubbo. Tommy always said no to plans that would hurt Tubbo, Technoblade would brush him off constantly and say things along the lines of “we’ll work out the details later.” Tommy never budged on not wanting to hurt Tubbo, despite Technoblade’s constantly insisting that Tubbo is bad and didn’t care about Tommy.

Technoblade was breeding anger and feelings of betrayal in Tommy in trying to convince him his best friend didn’t care about him, the same thing Dream was doing the weeks before while Tommy was in Logstedshire. Convincing Tommy that he didn’t really belong in L’Manberg was the only way to make him pliable and useful to both Technoblade and Dream. By pushing on Tommy that he should leave his friends (L’Manberg) behind, they were turning him into a bad guy. A person only motivated my personal gain (the discs) and that cares for no one.

After threatening Fundy, Technoblade told Tommy that he finally had respect for him. Finally believing that Tommy didn’t care about his old friends in L’Manberg anymore and was solely motivated by the discs, he revealed his plans to destroy L’Manberg. Tommy never agreed to this and was frankly horrified that what happened between him and Wilbur was happening again. He had no where to go and stayed with Technoblade but expressed clear discomfort in Techno’s plans to destroy L’Manberg.

Now for what Techno calls “Tommy’s final betrayal.” When Tommy stands by Tubbo at the community house and leaves Technoblade. To show why this was completely justified on Tommy’s part I’m going to draw comparisons to one of my favorite works of fiction: Avatar The Last Airbender. At the end of Book 2: Earth Zuko betrays Iroh and returns with Azula to the Fire Nation. Zuko’s time there makes him realize that he cares more about doing the right thing and being the PERSON HE WANTS TO BE than staying with his family and hurting people. Tommy leaves Technoblade for the same reason Zuko leaves Azula. Tommy does not want to be the type of person that would stay with Techno.

Tommy and Tubbo were in a screaming match. After Tommy regurgitated line after line that Dream and Techno had been feeding him. “You left me to die!” and all that jazz about choosing L’Manberg over him. The thing that stopped it was Tommy saying “ Those discs were worth more than you ever were!” Everyone went silent. Tommy stopped everything and realized that he had become a deplorable person and he was saying things he didn’t really mean. Caring more about discs than his friendship w Tubbo was Dreams plan all along and exactly what Technoblade had been feeding him. Tommy dropped everything to stand by Tubbo because he was mature enough to realize that he was the farthest he had ever been from the person the wanted to be, and the closest to being the villains he had been fighting his whole life. Whether it was intentional or not, Technoblade was the person who drove him to become that person. Dream started it, but Technoblade finished the job.

Technoblade felt betrayed, Tommy left him. But it was the only thing Tommy could do and still hold on to the person he wanted to be. Tommy cares about his friends, Tommy has been with L’Manberg since the beginning and has always done what he could to save those he cared about even if it meant personal sacrifice. That’s who Tommy is. The Tommy that Technoblade wanted to be allies with was a person who would help hurt and destroy L’Manberg. Someone who cared more about discs than his lifelong friends. That Tommy never really existed, he was always uncomfortable with Technoblade’s revenge plans. If Technoblade really listened to Tommy, and cared about what he thought, he would know that Tommy could never be the cold heartless person that Technoblade could use to achieve his personal revenge on L’Manberg.

Ultimately, the Tommy that Technoblade needed to help him and/ or stand by and watch him destroy L’Manberg doesn’t exist. It goes against everything that has been established about who Tommy is and what motivates him. To stay true to himself, Tommy could not possible stay with Technoblade and become a stubborn, cold hearted, vengeful person.

That “betrayal” was the most mature decision Tommy has ever made in canon and I WONT STAND BY AND LET YALL SAY IT WAS UNJUSTIFIED JUST BECAUSE IT WASNT WAHT TECHNOBLADE WANTED.

Technoblade is a villain, just because he has a reason for wanting to blow up and destroy everything doesn’t make him a better person for it. He is not moral and never has been. His goal from the beginning has been taking something so many people cared about, L’Manberg, and destroying it because he, personally, is an anarchist. That is an ideology, but it is not the only one. Technoblade wanting to destroy L’Manberg is pushing his values onto others through force and makes him more of a tyrant than every leader of L’Manberg combined. He is flawed just like every other character. The difference that I see is that his character never reflects and admits any wrongdoing on his own part, only blaming others for not agreeing with him and ultimately leaving him.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #Technoblade #dsmp spoilers #dsmp tommy #dsmp #mcyt #techno apologist

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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What they love about you (part 2)[Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha. Part 1 here

Genre: fluff

"Poetry for my hopeless romantic heart 🥺 and Kazuha, he was the perfect candidate for this. I decided to put Zhongli first of course, he deserves it after saving my ass in Baal's fight."

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Spirit flows through the Immovable rock (Zhongli)

Nations fall, truths be told, iron rusts and earth erode

Through six centuries these were stories he watched unfold.

He sees you and the archon knew that you shall too grow old

But despite it all, he loves you for your existence, as nothing can compare to your intransient soul.

The purpose of contracts were made to ensure there had been a fair trade between two parties. Like merchants striking business deals for a favourable outcome, like mother nature maintaing the balance between life and death, like how you and your beloved said your vows and whispered promises to one another as evening bids farewell by the warm welcome of the moon's gentle glow. Those days were the most treasured that you couldn't help remisicing them-- when Zhongli appeared in your life. Your mortal life. How time can fly so fast.

Perhaps this had been a common notion among human standards. That to be connected, both sides must share the same factors in order to proceed the contract. Clearly your placement proved to be mismatched. Unlike Zhongli there could be a day when your legs gave up and you can no longer walk. He will go on without you, continuing to drift in places where you cannot reach, where time was out of the question, further and further away until the mist begins to seize your field of vision and soon your eyes were too old to see.

The difference in age can truly make someone feel alone and Zhongli knew it well. Thus he smiled softly like he always does and held you close, speaking with so much kindness:

My dearest.

Your soul existed like an evergreen tree blooming through all four seasons, unwithered and everlasting, even against the cold storm of white. And it could be as soft as the sunbeam cascading through the mountain peaks while they dust the land with their ethereal hues and emitting the warmth that breaths absolute serenity. If artifacts were a piece of what someone left behind then maybe everything you made was considered an artifact-- a treasure. A piece of you in those handwritten letters, the beauty in your fingertips after knitting him a scarf which caused scars to mar them, and because of how heavy your spirit weighs through everything you did, it became evident that the one he had fallen for was not your skin nor your body but the person who resides in it.

And sometimes he wonders if he had met you once upon a dream. What else could explain the mysterious feeling that made you seem so familiar, even when he only saw you for the first time? Or perhaps you were an old friend from the long long past, someone he stargazed with upon the infinite mounds of grass and glaze lilies, someone whom he shared the taste of osmanthus wine, someone he came to cherished just like how he cherished his own nation. Regardless, whether you were that someone or not, he wouldn't hesitate to relive those times all over again.

If there was a day when the world around you decided to cave in, where time inevitably caught up and you succumbed to change, he would still be yours. After all, the immovable stone was meant to be the symbol of constancy. He already sworn to you that his devotion and affection will never waver, they were solely held towards your essence for you had touched him through the things he could not touch, and left a mark that would last longer than his ancient self can last. Zhongli may have lived through many lifetimes but meeting you was the beginning of everything. You were a mortal immortalized in the world his heart, etched so deep that it stirs him apart, there was no room for anyone else.

~xx~

Drowning in the ocean flames (Tartaglia)

There was a man who fell deeply in love with war

They raged inside of him like the spontaneous battlefields he came to adore.

Consumed by desire, pain became an addiciton

And he eventually surrenders to the heat of your passion.

While many fear death, Childe learned to dance with it.

He revels in the way his heart pounds endlessly, as if new life had been born from the inside and then bursted like thunder, sending trembling sensations through his veins, bringing him to the peak of euphoria. The feeling was a drug in which Childe hesitates no more when he confronts it, rather he deliberately seeks it. He seeks thrill in the most dangerous situations since they were the moments that made him feel so alive.

Henceforth the Harbinger sought you out. He inches closer and ever so close, those deep cerulean eyes trapped in your hypnotizing ones. Childe loves how you look at him like you were about to devour him, consume him as the flames in hell would, perhaps destroy him completely to the point there was no turning back and yet...he would not mind.

Childe had been so drawn to you like a moth to a light. No. Rather, Adam and the devil, tempting him to sin because the things he would do for you were undeniably impetuous. It was too late. It was too late when you told him you wanted to stay. Too late when you pulled him down, with arms around his neck, stealing away his breath in one swift manner as well as a kiss. Curse you for having so much power over him, from then and there he was no longer the mighty harbinger everyone knew but a man foolish in love. Take him higher. Higher. Take him far. To say you were alluring would be an understatement. The scent of you brings all his senses to disarray and the taste of you-- by the archons-- had never made him feel so starved. All he thought of was mindlessly running his hands over your small back, reveling in the shape of you, exploring every inch and curve in attempt to make you completely his.

This was the reason why he grew accustomed to dancing with death. Because it was you. You were going to be the cause of his downfall and you were the cause of this insanity. Even though you constantly reminded him how risky the situation was due to being a wanted criminal in his homeland's eyes, Childe pays no mind. Didn't he already tell you to trust him? Anyone who threatens you would be an enemy of his, much to their misfortune. Whether it'd be conquering the world and laying it beneath your feet or walking through the depths of the abyss all over again, he'll make sure to have it all and no one can say otherwise.

~xx~

Shelter (Albedo)

Your warmth was his hearth

Like stars falling onto the earth

Gracing the plains in an empereal bliss

As they trembled under the touch of heaven's kiss

Closing his eyes, you are the first person he sees.

The sound of snow chasing the wind fills the silent night once again while it's whispered blows continued to echo just by the cave's entrance. Albedo had planned to take you back to Monstadt that day but Dragonspine was not the place to be merciful with the weather. No one else except the two of you occupied the abandoned space and a singular camp fire to serve as a source of warmth. You place your hand on your lover's forehead, brushing away his ash coloured strands while he seeps into slumber. Albedo sighs contentedly. Despite the world being engulfed in sheer cold, here he felt safe and sound.

Before meeting you Albedo never really had that. People regularly held him on a high regard and had a hard time matching his pace. He was a born genius to the point that he practically stood out like a swan out of the ducklings' crowd as they admired his brilliance. Truly Albedo was a perfect human being. But when turns around to see the rest he noticed how distant everything seemed. He was so focused on his pursuit towards the universal truth that he hadn't given the time to consider; where is he going with this? And what for? Everyone else looked so happy living in their mundane routines and Albedo soon grew curious about such thoughts. Out of all the places in Monstadt, exactly where does he belong?

Opening his eyes, you are the first person he looks for.

"Welcome home, Albedo!"

The answer was obvious. Home was the sound of his name on your lips. When you were side by side with him while he sketched the landscape from the far distance. In places where the lights were on as he entered the room, knowing you were inside. This feeling couldn't be describe with just a word. Home was not a nation nor was it a destination. Home was in your touch where he felt the most protected.

I'm home.

A sky filled with stars and he only saw one; his Starlight. Your warmth held the emotion similar to the kind where there had only been one cande lit amidst an infinite stretch of darkness. But it also brought the joy of flowers blossoming into the vivid future of new spring. There was no place he'd rather be than the shelter of your arms because with you, Albedo believed he truly found where he belonged.

~xx~

Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves (Kazuha)

Silencing the world

My heart begins to find peace

Soothed by your presence

- For my beloved, (Y/n)

I remember how the first petal of spring drifted by as it had flown into the crossroads of our path. Subconciously my entire being began to still. This particular flower... it must have come far and wide for the wind to carry such a pleasant scent. Although I had intended to continue my venture onwards but the air ceased to sound and I knew that this way was true. And so nature beckons me to the shore where the waves lulled back and forth under the moonlight's entrance, only then I began to sharpen my vision to see what was before me. You stood there on a rock with your face looking into the sparkling sky, singing a tune that drew me near. Just the mere sight was enough to stir my heart alone.

My beloved, do you know why I named this poem 'Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves?'

Watching you was like witnessing the ephmereal birth of a flower sprouting amongst the slums of an abandoned nation. A fleeting miracle where snow falls from the summer sky. I am compelled to capture these feelings in this poem yet there are moments where my thoughts scatter as if the autumn wind had whisked them away and out of my grasp until a singular leaf is only what was left. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep a notebook of ways I can describe your presence, instead a few simple sentences would suffice. Nevertheless, I only wish to express my feelings for you.

When you're with me it seems I have nothing to think about. The aura around you can silence the world alone, speaking louder than thunder cries, weighing heavily to those around you in ways it would feel empty if you're not here. Yet I could breath as if alleviated from the burdens of my past. This had me realize that this must have been the will of the wind. You were the greatest gift to have ever bestowed upon me and I confess, sometimes my chest aches because of how much I cherish you, it pierces me like a sharp blade but even if my heart bleeds it will continue to bleed only for your sake.

So wherever you are, wherever you may be, I can feel you in the breeze. Return soon my beloved, I'll be here, waiting.

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cherry-writes-yanderes · 2 years

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Mora~ (Childe, Genshin Impact)

Warnings: some spoilers for genshin storyline, general yandere creepiness, you know the drill, (Y/N) has long hair (sorry to my short-haired babies), choking, mentions of starvation, fainting

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(Y/N) sighed in defeat, almost giving up on the idea entirely. They were not going to roll over that easily, but they had no choice at this point. They were starving, and no one had any commissions to do. Not even delivering a pizza for that old couple in Inazuma. They needed mora, fast.

Their stomach growled as they wandered Liyue Harbor, looking for the ginger war criminal. The music from a street band played in the distance, but it did nothing to calm them when they walked by the lavish restaurants and Wanmin, waving to Chef Mao when they passed.

Where was Childe? After their adventure with Zhongli, they had figured that Childe would be assigned to keep an eye on him and Liyue in general.

Just as the traveler was about to give up and ask Ningguang for money, they spotted the tall man in the distance. He was conversing with a much shorter guard at the front of the flower shop. He was smiling and laughing like a normal person. Ever since their fight with him, (Y/N) could never see him as a full human being. He was evil, but beautiful. He hid behind that beauty and used it as a weapon to get what he wanted. If only the poor traveler knew how much he wanted.

(Y/N) approached the giggling ginger and he turned to them, eyes almost glowing in the sunset.

“Hello, Traveler!! How are you, dear?” He asked playfully. They almost winced at his use of “dear”, but didn’t visibly so they didn’t make him mad.

“Well-“ They started, but their stomach finished for them, growling loudly. Their face flushed in embarrassment as the tall man’s eyes widened at the sound.

“Ohh!!” He giggled, smiling happily. “You need some money, don’t you? Commissions not giving you enough?”

(Y/N)’s face burned red as they looked down, fearing for his response.

“No worries! I’ll take care of you!” He exclaimed, grabbing a small leather pouch from his pocket. It jingled full of mora as it moved in his palm, holding it out to the starving traveler. They reached for it, only to be met with air as he swiftly pulled it back from them. “Ah, ah, ah!” He smiled devilishly. “You’ll need to give me something in return if you want this! No more Mr. Zhongli to give you a free pass!~” He spoke in almost a baby voice, like a mother telling her young child to say please when asking for a treat or a toy from Liyue’s street vendors.

The traveler pulled a confused face and tilted their head. “W-Well, what do you want?…” They trailed off, almost regretting saying that as soon as it left their mouth. Now they were at his mercy. He could ask for anything and he would probably get it, knowing how starving they were.

His smile grew bigger as he bent down to their level. They looked behind the tall man to see the flower shop owner and the guard he was conversing with before were both gone. Did he tell them to leave? They weren’t sure.

“If you want this mora…”

He mockingly held up the pouch of mora and shook it gently, making all the coins inside rattle.

(Y/N)’s mouth watered at the thought of having a full meal with that.

“…You have to give me a kiss.”

All of the thoughts of food stopped. The traveler’s face bloomed once again into a tomato red, making Childe chuckle.

“What? Am I not good enough for you?” He asked mockingly, putting his empty hand on his hip. His beautiful blue eyes met theirs, showing that he was fully serious with his request.

(Y/N) was speechless. This monster of a human being, this threat to the finding of their twin, this…gorgeous man wanted…to kiss them? They rationalized that this was only a trap, and that there were no feelings in this and he just wanted to yank them around. What a jerk.

If only they knew.

They sighed. What did they have to lose? No one was around, and it was just a kiss. It wasn’t like he was asking to sleep with them. That would’ve been an absolute no!! They closed their eyes and leaned in a bit to let him know that they were ready.

They heard the shuffling of his clothes and a small giggle, the mora jingling once again. They felt his soft and warm lips press against theirs, his gloved hand gently holding their cheek; to keep them still or in a loving manner? They weren’t sure.

The poor traveler was running out of breath as he finally pulled away, placing the pouch of mora in their palm. As he stood up, (Y/N) could see a light blush across his cheeks. It was... sorta cute?

They looked down at the leather pouch of mora in their hand. It felt heavy, but also light because of the relief it gave them. When they looked back up again, he was gone.

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After a week of using the mora for food and general supplies (there was more than they first expected), they traveled into Liyue once more to use the last of it for some food before doing their commissions. They appealed to Acting Grand Master Jean and requested that they give out more mora for commissions, which she agreed to. Probably only because (Y/N) was the famed “Traveler” but what can you do? They weren’t complaining about the boost. Liyue was a bit busier today, there was a line forming for the craft table, and it smelled like Chef Mao was making something with Jueyun Chilis, the bite of the spiciness stinging in the air. It smelled amazing.

‘I should grab whatever is cooking while I wait for the craft table.’ The traveler thought, making a beeline for the restaurant ahead. Chef Mao waved to them as soon as he saw them, immediately grabbing a bowl and spooning the good smelling food into it. As they sat down, he placed the bowl in front of them and they could finally see what that amazing smell was. Curry and rice. The best smelling curry they’d ever smelled.

The grateful traveler bowed in thanks to Chef Mao and grabbed some chopsticks, pushing on Paimon’s face to keep her away while they ate. (Y/N) closed their eyes, happily eating their food when they heard someone sit down on the stool beside them at the counter. They froze, slowly setting down their chopsticks and looking over, wiping their mouth.

A certain ginger stared back at them, smiling happily.

“You look cute when you eat.” He giggled, resting his head in his hand. He had an almost dreamy look in his eyes, like they were the greatest thing he ever laid eyes on.

They rolled their eyes at him and picked their chopsticks back up and began eating again, ignoring him entirely.

(Y/N) had gone to see Zhongli and confided in him what had happened earlier in the week. He had advised them to stay away from him as much as possible, and if he bothers them, ignore him completely. The god of contracts had gotten weirdly angry when they had brought up what Childe had done. (Y/N) was weirded out by it but ignored it, chalking it up to him just not liking Childe because he was Fatui. Nevertheless, they left, deciding to take Zhongli’s advice.

(Y/N) was brought back to reality by someone messing with their hair. They looked over and saw Childe touching and playing with their hair, still smiling like a lovesick idiot. They rolled their eyes again, almost making their head hurt from it. Childe saw this and chuckled, kissing the end of their hair affectionately. (Y/N) looked over and saw Chef Mao looking at Childe, a little weirded out and seeming a little protective like he wanted to defend them from whatever was happening. Chef Mao wouldn’t have had any power over the situation, anyway. Childe continued to mess with their hair, smiling smugly and looking over at Mao. His eyes said: “You can’t do a thing, buddy. Just do your little job and don’t worry about what I’m doing.”

(Y/N) became concerned by what Childe was doing and how he was looking at Chef Mao. They quickly finished their food and stood up, making the Harbinger pull on their hair to make them sit back down. (Y/N) yelped in surprise at the pulling of their hair and tried to fight back until they saw his gaze.

It was predatory and sadistic, his usually beautiful and practically glowing blue eyes darkening into a sinister shade of ocean blue. A kind of ocean that people would warn you not to go into because it’s easy to drown. Or worse, what was swimming in that ocean would be a fate worse than death itself. In that moment, (Y/N) saw the same eyes they saw when they fought him in The Golden House. Those evil, inhuman eyes.

The eyes of a cold-blooded killer.

(Y/N) slowly sat back down, taking his eyes as a warning to do what he said. They didn't want to go through what happened again. As they sat back down, his almost angry expression turned to happiness again, reaching out to grab more of their hair. (Y/N) felt so uncomfortable that they physically leaned away from him, but he didn’t care.

He leaned in and whispered into their ear: “If you let me play with your hair, I’ll give you more mora…” He shook another small pouch of mora and kissed their ear playfully.

(Y/N) blushed at this. What was this man’s motivation? Did he like them, or did he want leverage against them? Would all this mora need to be paid back somehow? They shivered at the thought.

Childe hummed in their ear as a calming sensation, but that didn’t help at all. In fact, it made it worse.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, (Y/N) heard boots stomping up behind them. They looked over to see the soft orange uniform of a Milelith soldier and Chef Mao standing behind him with a worried look on his face.

Childe looked up at the man standing there and glared at him, pulling (Y/N) in closer by their hair until they were close enough that he could grip onto their shoulder. His crushing hold he had on them was devastating, but the poor traveler tried to bear it.

“Leave.” The Milelith said firmly, making Chef Mao jump from the sudden breaking of the tense silence.

“Why?” Childe asked, his eyes narrowing in anger.

(Y/N) finally gathered up the courage to break free from the ginger’s angry grip to run to Chef Mao, hiding behind him out of fear.

Mao led them away from the situation, and the last thing they heard was yelling, but they weren’t sure why or from whom.

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Over the next few weeks, when the traveler would walk the streets of Liyue they would be met with firm looks or just plain avoidance from others. Especially merchants. Even Chef Mao ignored them. He would usually wave happily when he saw them but now he just looked away shakily, like he wanted to say hello and tell them something important but could not.

Soon enough, the mora ran out. Commissions were still not giving them enough and prices of marketplaces all over Teyvat were mysteriously rising to extremely high quantities. They refused to go back to Childe after that incident, instead relying on the fruit and vegetables that grew in Mondstadt. This still was not enough though, and (Y/N) was getting noticeably skinnier and slower. Not only were they losing weight, but the fact that they were getting no nutrients caused them to be constantly tired and out of energy.

With this new development, it was an absolute nightmare attempting to fight a small group of hydro slimes. They almost fainted twice, falling over right into the dirt of the path. Their stomach growled and ached painfully, tired of greens and sunsettias.

“You know you’ll have to come back to me eventually. With all this talk about the market’s raising their prices even higher, who knows what could happen if you didn’t come to me for help?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at the realization: he had done all of this. With his power as a Fatui Harbinger, he could do something like this and get away with it. No one would question him about anything that he did, no matter how sinister the intentions seemed.

Their eyes burned with tears. He sabotaged them, made their life a living hell so that they could rely on him. Rage bubbles inside of them, pain in their stomach and hurt in their head as they try to process all of this confusion.

They heard him walk over to them, sifting the dirt under his boots and near kicking it into their face.

“Come now, love. Time to fully-“ He grunts as he picks them up, holding them like a newlywed husband would for his lover. “Rely on me.~”

He carried them away, and the last thing they heard before passing out was his demented giggling.

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Darkness covered them. The pain in their stomach was dying down, swirling into nothing but a dull pang. (Y/N) shook their head to wake themself up fully and tried to open their eyes, only to be met with cloth touching their bare eyeballs. They quickly shut them again, wiggling from the odd feeling and the slight pain. A slight jingling occurred when they did so.

(Y/N) froze and shook their arm.

It was heavy, and it made a louder jangling sound.

They did the same with their other arm, and then their legs.

They all jingled in the same way.

(Y/N)’s blood froze in their veins.

They couldn’t sit up.

A door opens, creaking slightly as the thumping of boots becomes louder and louder, the door slamming shut again.

“You’re awake, yeah?” A certain voice giggles.

That giggle was becoming terrifying and annoying at the same time.

The bed dipped as new weight was added as they felt a hand run along the chain on their right arm, tugging on it slightly to make it jingle.

“You know…These chains are made out of pure mora.” His voice was barely above a shaky whisper, almost as if he was afraid of talking too loud.

“Mora can get you anything in life…And now I have you.~”

“Mora can’t get you everything.” (Y/N) snapped back.

A sudden pressure was around their throat and they coughed viciously.

“…How dare you talk to me like that, love? You know I’m only trying to be nice.” He whispered, lovingly nuzzling his cheek with theirs. As much as he could anyway, with all of their thrashing and coughing. The harbinger gently shushed them as he let go of her throat, planting kisses all over their face.

“I love you baby~” He purrs.

(Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears. This was the end. They was stuck in a loop of unwanted affection and pain.

Then, they heard the door open again.

The End?

#genshin childe #yandere #yandere childe #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #x reader #yandere ajax #genshin tartagalia #genshin fanfic #childe fanfic #genshin impact #fanfic

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lasnevadaslaborunion · 2 years

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Ayyo it's Potentially Controversial Opinion Hour

I love the spectacle and drama of the Butcher Army arc as much as anyone, but I genuinely believe that c!Techno having a trial was an incredible missed opportunity

Would it have been rushed, possibly rigged, and a foregone conclusion that led to an execution anyway? Well... probably. But hear me out.

In this version of events, the Butcher Army is a little harder to misconstrue as a one-dimensional evil. At this point, they're trying to maintain a sense of order and fairness, even though those foundations are clearly falling apart at the seams due to fear of outside interference. New L'Manberg's escalation of violence occurs far more gradually, and we see elements of both the nation's fading diplomatic roots and increasing desperation for security in its methods for confronting war criminals.

On the other hand, c!Techno is acutely aware that this is a mere formality that is unlikely to change the cabinet's decision, that the odds are stacked against him. He is frustrated by what he sees as proof of government corruption, even more so when c!Phil's testimony in his favor is completely dismissed. It's almost more insulting than if they had just killed him. He spends a good portion of the trial joking and not taking anything seriously, before the state establishes its case in earnest and obliterates arguments he barely bothered to make; it's at this point that he goes all-in and we get one of his famous speeches. This sudden eloquence unfortunately does not endear him to his captors. His ideals do not waver, and neither do theirs.

c!Quackity acts as the prosecutor, of course. He gets a chance to go full lawyer mode and just lay out every detail of c!Techno's crimes. Communication is his greatest strength, after all, and the one area where he is on equal footing with the server's greatest fighters. If c!Techno is eventually sentenced to death but escapes his execution and kills c!Q in that duel anyway, this infuriates c!Q even more than it already did; once again he attempted to resolve a crisis the civilized way, and once again he was not only unsuccessful, but left humiliated and overpowered by an uncaring threat. He will never make the same mistake twice, never trust anyone's good intentions, never invoke the peaceful rule of law against those who will not respect it. His only option left is to fight dirty.

As for who the defense attorney would be, my first thought was c!Ranboo... but then I wondered, what if they offered the job to c!Niki? She was there during Pogtopia, and knows c!Techno's history (does this make her a stronger candidate, or is it believed that she will argue only halfheatedly?). This gives her a chance to do something else significant leading up to L'Manberg's final destruction, and offers more buildup to her joining c!Techno. It also furthers her arc about feeling like no one listened to her, that she was all alone after c!Wilbur's suicide. Like c!Techno, she believes that her position is not an honor or a serious attempt at fair representation for the accused, but merely an illusion of justice. c!Niki resents this. Regardless of her feelings about c!Techno's actions, she pours all her energy into his defense and holds her own.

c!Tubbo oversees as judge. He is frightened of c!Techno, equally reluctant to incur his cabinet's disapproval, and insists on handling the situation calmly and logically. He will be better than c!Schlatt. He needs to be kinder, wiser, fairer than his predecessor. He needs to prove that he can deliver the justice his people want, the way the nation's founder would be proud of. But as the arguments from both sides become more heated, as the details of L'Manberg's destruction are hashed out, as his own gruesome death is narrated to him and presented as evidence of c!Techno's bloodthirst and hypocrisy, detached impartiality becomes more and more difficult to maintain. c!Tubbo cannot bear this joke of a trial any longer. He silences the court and makes his decision.

Now, I doubt this would change anything substantial about the overall trajectory of Season 2. The cabinet still tries to hunt down everyone on their hit list. c!Techno is still mad about being executed, opposes the government on principle, and destroys L'Manberg. c!Niki still has her breakdown and burns down L'Mantree. c!Fundy still turns against his father's creation before isolating himself in the wilderness. c!Ranboo is still disillusioned with the server's conflicts and rejects the idea of choosing sides. c!Quackity still loses faith in the ideals of diplomacy he once held dear and turns to violence to survive. c!Tubbo still cracks under the weight of his responsibility and sacrifices his reputation, integrity, and nearly his life to live up to those expectations.

But holding a trial turns the Butcher Army into an explicit ideological and character-driven conflict, instead of a mostly physical one. It smooths out a lot of character arcs, gives more screentime to those who were ignored before, and gives everyone an obvious opportunity to clarify and defend their beliefs.

So yeah. I just think it would have been really cool

#dsmp #analysis #c!tubbo #c!techno #c!quackity #c!niki #c!fundy #c!ranboo #long post #the butcher army is probably the arc i have the most mixed feelings about #it's so exciting and cinematic and influential... but it always felt a little rushed?#then again. that's an issue with season 2 in general #tw suicide #tw execution #critical #but only very gently

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