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» red string of fate au. fate has its way of making people wait, you’re looking at someone else while they can’t seem to see anyone but you «

(al haitham x reader, kaeya x reader (separate)

» al haitham

He doesn’t understand why you do this to yourself, why you pine after someone who has no care for your intentions or interest towards you.

He finds himself entering the tavern late at night and immediately spots you sitting right next to a tired looking Cyno.

He can hear you mumbling about something but it’s muffled as you have your head in your arms as you lean over the table.

“How long have they been like this?” Al Haitham asks, he can’t even find it in him to be annoyed. The sight of you doing this to yourself pains him and he hates to admit it.

“Thirty minutes.” Cyno closes his pocket watch and sighs, his hand moving to brush hair from your face.

“I just wanted to see him,” you murmur into your arm, feeling your eyes burn again.

“Y/n, let's go, it's late.” Al Haitham kneels down a bit and your head shoots up, your eyes droopy as you look up at the grumpy man who always seems annoyed with you.

“Did I wake you up again? You’re always dealing with me, you don’t have to.” You feel your eyes burn. Even in your state you can tell how sleepy Al Haithum looked.

“Stop your nonsense, let’s get you home.” He brushes off your comment, reaching for your arm.

Cyno stands, holding your other arm and propping you up until you stand, wobbly on your feet.

“I got y/n from here.” Al haitham speaks up, effortlessly shifting you on his side holding you upright.

“Don’t push yourself.” Cyno sighs, frown etched in his features as he ruffles your hair.

“Take care of them, please.” Cyno turns, glancing back at Al Haitham before turning and leaving.

“He’s so busy, I just wanted to know how he’s been.” You slur, the alcohol was wearing off but your speech was still affected.

“You’re busy too, you know?” Al Haitham holds you closer when he feels you shiver as he pushes the door open.

“Don’t be like that, we all know if anyone is busy is you.” You hum, closing your eyes at the warmth radiating off him.

“I-It’s just been a while since I’ve seen him, I wanted to catch up with Kaveh.” You hiccup, stumbling over your foot making Al Haitham stop.

Kaveh left for a project a while back and he’s been making visits here and there, you thought you’d be able to catch him today but you're more than sure you just missed him.

“Why do you bother?” Al Haitham lowers his voice, pain flooding his chest when he sees your eyes glossy struggling to stay open

Al Haitham shuffles to a near bench and sits you down before kneeling in front of you, tapping your cheek for you to open your eyes.

“Cause I miss him. It feels strange with him gone.” You say even if it hurts, feeling your eyes burn again.

You blink a few times to take in your surroundings and realize how close Al Haitham is, a small laugh making its way out your mouth when you see his face.

“Haitham, you d-don’t have to worry about me. You keep frowning all the time, the frown on your face will stay forever,” you whisper, your hands lifting up to both sides of his face, making his breath hitch. “You should smile more, you know?” Your own smile widens when you move your thumbs to the corners of his lips and gently tug it up, seeing him smile though it was forced by you makes you happy. A rare sight.

Al haitham can’t bring himself to sigh or roll his eyes, your warmth and your laugh was enough to render him speechless.

“You’re telling me.” he whispers, catching himself analyzing your face, the small crinkle your eyes make when you smile, your pretty lips turned up not downwards anymore and the proximity of how close you were, it made him want to stay like this for just a little longer.

You feel a chill run down your spine again, Al Haitham feels the slight tremble of your hands and closes his eyes. He can’t relish in this feeling for too long.

He gently grabs your wrists, pulling them away before turning around, kneeling facing away from you.

“Get on my back, let’s get you home.” Al Haitham peeks behind and sees your eyes widen.

“No need to do all tha-“

“Archons please get on, it’ll be easier for both of us.” He signals, opening his arms as he hears you sigh and shuffle, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his back.

He hooks his arms around the bottoms of your thighs before turning, “are you comfortable?” He asks, feeling you nod your head yes, a small sound of approval coming from you.

He wastes no time, standing up effortlessly and making his way to your house.

“Sorry you have to deal with me like this, I don’t know how you do it.” You speak up, head leaning on his back, feeling your eyes start to close again.

“Stop already, it’s nothing.” He says almost instantly, his arms tighten around your legs a tad bit when he feels your arms around his shoulder hold him closer.

He hears your breathing steady and knows you fell asleep by the way your hand hung around him more loosely.

“I just can’t understand why you still bother with him. You don’t deserve this.” He whispers, eyes trailing from your wrist to your fingers, seeing a thin red string snug around your ring finger following it down to where his hand is just underneath your leg, seeing his ring finger connected by the same string.

» kaeya

You tuck your hair behind your ear as you take one last glance at the mirror. The butterflies in your stomach makes you feel like a teenager.

Kayea walks slowly towards your room, standing still when he takes it to your open door. Only leaning his shoulder onto the door frame next to him when you come into view. A small smile crawls its way onto his lips at the sight of you.

“Why what’s this?” Kaeya hums though he knows why you’re ready, why you look so beautiful right now just like you do every time he looks at you.

“Oh stop it, it’s just something old I put on.” You feel your face burn slightly as you turn to him.

He swears time slows down, your giggle reaching his ears making him smile wider than he liked to.

“Don’t be like that, you look beautiful.” He whispers the end, catching himself staring at you for too long.

“You flatter me. You know I look dumb he’s going to laugh when he sees me.” you laugh but Kaeya can hear the dissatisfaction in your voice, see the unpleased look in your eyes when you look back at the mirror.

Dumb? flatter you? you’re joking. He thinks what your saying is all one big joke because he can’t begin to fathom where you got these things from.

“He would never,'' Kaeya says seriously, eyeing you from the mirror making you turn to him. “I'm sure Diluc will be more than pleased, who wouldn't?” Kaeya clears his throat when he catches himself staring at you for too long again.

“Sorry, I’m being dramatic. I know it’s just Diluc, I get so nervous around him.” You admit sheepishly, smiling to yourself.

Kaeya feels a nasty sting in his chest at what you said. Hearing you get nervous, seeing you get dressed up for someone that isn’t him, for Diluc makes Kaeya feel sick. But shows no signs, only sending you a closed eyed smile in return.

“He knows he has to keep you close y/n, everyone in Mond was bummed when they found out you and the renowned bachelor we're seeing each other.” He tells you, making you scoff playfully, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah ‘everyone’ huh? I doubt that.” You laugh, Kaeya feels the pain in his chest worsen.

“Can you help me put this on? My hands are too shaky to do it.” You turn to him, holding up a small gold necklace, a small crimson red jewel catching his eye.

“Of course,” he smiles, pushing himself off the door frame and walking to where you stand. He takes hold of the delicate piece of jewelry, the crimson red jewel leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. In Kaeya’s opinion blue always fit you better. “Hold your hair up for me darling.” He teases, making you scramble.

You grab a hold of your hard and lift it up. Kaeya’s hands make work, looping the small chain around your neck and clasping the hook together.

He stills, takes in everything. Your sweet perfume, your soft hair, the warmth coming from standing close to you. His eyes travel forward to the mirror in front of you to which of course you weren’t looking at.

He can’t begin to describe what he feels when near you. It’s like everything around him stops, it’s peaceful. Kaeya’s hands move from your neck his hand slowly reach for your hands.

A knock at your door makes both of you turn to the main hallway. Kaeya’s hands immediately pull down.

“Oh he’s here! I’m not ready, I still have to- there’s no time!” You rush around grabbing your bag and a coat.

“This will have to do, archons, why do I take so long? Kaeya,” you stop in front of him making his breath hitch, your scent hitting him making him feel intoxicated.

“Yes?” He asks, voice barely above whisper.

“How do I look?” You ask, eyes staring up at him in anticipation awaiting his answer. He feels his lips turn up though the pain he feels in his heart only worsens tenfold.

“You look beautiful.” His whispers, making your eyes light up, a wide smile appearing at his words that he meant with every fiber of his being.

“Go out there, I’m sure he’s waiting for you.” He looks at the door down the hallways separating you from Diluc.

He wishes he can tell you to stay, to take you out himself instead but he can’t, not when you look at Diluc that way. He can’t be greedy.

You nod his answer making you feel giddy. You turn around and make your way down the hall before turning back to Kaeya. “Thank you, for always having my back.” You smile at him, seeing his famous smirk make its way onto his face.

Kaeya’s face feels heavy, he doesn’t want to smile. He doesn’t want you to smile like that for someone else. He feels himself move but he stops himself from letting his legs move to where you stand.

You wave goodbye to him and reach for the doorknob.

Kaeya feels the string around his finger tug, looking down seeing the red string pull his ring finger a tad bit following its trail to where it’s connected. To your hand, the same hand that’s opening the door to leave.

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author’s note: hello my loves! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა happy very late new years! I hope your holidays were well and wish you all nothing but the best for this year! ok uhh I know I just wrote for kaeya but it’s it it uh IT HAD TO BE DONE this man LIVES in my head 24/7 rent free ijustlovehimsomuchplease- so I had to include him in here! as for al haitham he’s just so- I have sm inspiration when I write for him like what?!?! the potential this man brings AHHHH he’s an angst magnet hehehehehehe (evil laughter) this au popped in my head while I was playing genshin and listening to laufey - lovesick (her music has been on repeat for the past few months she makes me into such a sad hopeless romantic!!) and I immediately knew I had to write it! so here it is! behold bagels first angst of the new year :3 i hope you all enjoy! remember you matter, your important and to take care! ^~^<33 (also this is not proofread! apologies for any errors!!)

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Would you consider doing a fic about a unicorn? One of the few remaining. Who is obsessed with you. Follows you and scares persuers away. Haughty and possessive ethereal and charming. I you're his and if he has to keep you captive to help you see that he's your mate, he will.

I love unicorns!!! I was never a horse girl, but unicorns I can get down with. <3

Word Count: 4k

Ainsel (Unicorn) x F Reader

W: minor character murder, light kidnapping, yandere behavior, sfw yandere fluff

“Ainsel, pay attention,” the unicorn’s father growled as his eyes drifted over the display, “do you want navy or white?”

Ainsel sighed, blinking his bright blue eyes slowly.

“I don’t care, father,” he said, “just pick something.”

His father turned on him impatiently.

“This is important Ainsel,” he snapped, “you are one of the last marriageable unicorns on the planet. You need to be serious about choosing a wife. The Embry’s have one of the only female unicorn daughters in existence. You have to make a good impression.”

He rolled his eyes.

“If she is one of the last, why should it matter?” he huffed, “we don’t really have a choice do we? I marry her and have as many babies as possible, or else. It shouldn’t matter what I look like.”

His father pinched his lips into a fine line.

“There are other males interested in her,” he went on, “if you don’t make a good impression she’ll choose another and there won't be any other options.”

Ainsel shrugged carelessly.

“I could marry a human,” he said, “they will birth a unicorn baby.”

His father took in a sharp breath.

“You will not marry a human,” he snarled, “I won’t have our bloodline sullied with human genes. We’ve been full blooded unicorns for generations! A half human baby will have weak magic…then what if the next generation copulates with a human? And the next? We’ll be diluted to nothing.”

Ainsel had heard this speech a hundred times before, from both his father and mother, but the truth was he couldn’t care less the purity of his bloodline. Especially if he had to marry a mare he hardly knew. He’d seen pictures of Elaine, but she didn’t stir his blood. He hated his parents for forcing this on him. He wanted to live his own life…make his own choices. He wanted to be happy, not a miserable baby maker, shoving his half limp cock into someone he had no interest in to produce heirs.

“I’m sorry it’s taking so long,” you apologized, entering the large dressing room where the two wealthy unicorns were looking at suits, “Mr. Scott had to take a call, but I can help you. Here are the other options he wanted you to try.”

You hung up a powder blue suit and a cool gray one on the rack for them to look at.

Ainsel was not looking at the suits, however, he was looking at you.

His father grumbled a bit under his breath about having been waiting forever, but turned his attention to the powder blue suit.

“I think this one is best,” he said, pulling it off the rack and holding it up to examine the stitching.

“What do you think, miss…?” Ainsel asked, hoping you would give him your name.

You cleared your throat a bit nervously. Your job was usually tailoring the suits, not selling them.

“(Y/N) and personally I think the white one will have the most impact, but it should reflect your taste, not mine. Any suit will look its best when the wearer is confident and comfortable in it.”

He couldn’t help but smile at your sweet, full cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes.

“You're the expert,” he said, taking in the flattering little paper bag pants and white blouse you were wearing. You looked so neat and tidy with your hair swept away from your face. He couldn’t help but think you were adorable.

You bit your bottom lip, considering the suits you’d brought in very carefully, wrinkling your brow just a little. The gesture made his cock stiffen in his pants as he imagined that little wrinkle between your eyes as he made you cum over and over again.

“I just think you can’t go wrong with a white suit. Especially if you want to stand out. It looks clean and eye-catching without being tacky.”

He only half heard what you were saying, his attention on the way your lips moved. He envisioned them stretched around his cock and had to step forward and angle his body away from you to pretend he was examining the white suite, so he could adjust his pants.

“Well what do you think?” his father huffed impatiently, “I don’t have all day.”

“I’ll go with the white one,” he said.

His father looked relieved.

“Alright,” the elder unicorn turned his attention to you, “Mr. Scott knows my account. Just charge whatever else he needs to that. I have other things to do.”

He glanced back at his son as he made his way out of the dressing room.

“Don’t be late for dinner!” he snapped and marched out, leaving the two of you alone.

“I can help you get dressed,” you said after a moment of silence, “once I’ve taken the measurements for the tailoring, we can look at a tie and shoes.”

Ainsel was happy to undress for you, eager to show off his assets. He knew he was beautiful, all unicorns were. He had a tall, lithe body packed with firm, corded muscles. Women fell over themselves for him whenever he went out. You couldn’t help but blush when he yanked the t-shirt he was wearing over his head, revealing his sculpted chest.

“You look like a model,” you sputtered to your own embarrassment.

“I mean- the suit is going to look great on you,” you said quickly.

Ainsel gave you a bright white smile and flexed his muscles just slightly hoping to draw even more stuttering words from your mouth.

With warm cheeks you quickly turned your attention to getting the suit ready instead of watching him undress. When you turned back around, he was only wearing gray boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination, you could see the very clear imprint of his rather large cock, pressed against them and you blushed again.

“Um…” you muttered, almost dropping the black button up shirt in your hand.

There was a long silence while you took his body in, which he ate up, grinning at you from ear to ear.

“The shirt?” he asked playfully, stepping forward and brushing it with his fingertips, making sure to graze your smaller hands.

“Right!” you said, “um, let me help you.”

He liked the feeling of your warm fingers just barely touching his skin as you hurried to pull it over his shoulders and let you button it up for him. Not because he couldn’t, but because he liked your scent drifting up to him. You smelled sweet, like peaches.

“Um…it looks like we’ll have to take it in a little,” you mumbled, as you helped him into the pants, then the jacket, “but it looks good on you.”

His clean scent, something like spicy ginger and citrus, made you feel a little dizzy. You tried to brush the feeling away and focus on taking his measurements and securing the areas with pins that you would need to work on. Your cheeks heated when you bent in front of him to work on his inseam.

“My family is new to the area. What do you do for fun, when you’re not working?” he asked suddenly and you glanced up at him to find his bright, almost glowing, blue eyes focused on you. He was so beautiful, it was hard to believe he was real. His deep olive skin had a bit of a sheen to it, as if he was dusted in fine glitter and his raven hair reflected rainbow colors in the light.

You shrugged.

“I’m probably not the right person to ask,” you said, returning your attention to your work, “I’m a bit of a homebody except tonight, I guess.”

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“Oh…um, my friend invited me out to a new bar. It’s the grand opening. I wouldn’t normally go, but he’s the owner…so…a few of us are going to support him.”

Ainsel didn’t like “he”, but he schooled his expression.

“Can I come?” he asked with the confidence of a man who never got turned down.

You blinked for a second unsure what to say.

“I’ve been incredibly bored,” he went on, “I don’t know anyone here my age…”

You nodded as you stood, not able to come up with a reason he couldn’t come.

“Sure…I guess. I don’t know how good it will be…” you mumbled and he reached a hand out to you.

“Give me your phone, I’ll put in my number,” he said, so you fished it out of your pocket and handed it to him.

“I’ll pick you up,” he said as he tapped his number into your phone and sent himself a text message from it, “just send me your address.”

You were too flustered by the ethereal unicorn wanting to go somewhere with you, your common sense had gone out the window. No one who looked like him had ever paid you any attention before, so when he handed it back, you put in your address and hit send. The name on the contact just said Ainsel with a unicorn emoji.

“(Y/N), I need you in the back!” Mr. Scott, barked in his gruff voice as he marched back into the room, “I’ll take over from here.”

“Of course!” you squeaked and scurried off before even saying goodbye.

—

You groaned at yourself in the mirror as you tried to put eyeliner on, finally giving up and just going with mascara and some dewy looking blush. You weren’t sure if this was supposed to be a date or if Ainsel really just wanted someone to show him around, so you struggled over what to wear.

You didn’t want to look like you tried too hard, but you also wanted him to think you looked nice. You tried to shake the thought from your head that it was a date. No one like him would want to date you, you thought. Still, you ended up picking a cute little vintage dress that matched your eyes and some comfortable low heels. You jumped when the doorbell rang, hurrying to smooth down the flyaways in your hair before answering the door.

Ainsel’s eyes drifted down your body and back up again when he stood before you and in his hands was a thick bouquet of assorted flowers in a glass vase.

“I didn’t know what was your favorite,” he said, handing it to you, “so I told the florist to use them all.”

He smiled at you, looking you up and down again.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and a bit husky.

“Oh.” was all you managed to get out, as you accepted the vase with shaking hands.

You turned to find a place for them and he followed you inside.

“This is cute,” he said, sauntering around your living room while you pushed some things off of your coffee table to make room for the flowers.

“It’s nothing special…I got a deal,” you mumbled, eager to shoo him out of your messy apartment, “we should go before it gets late.”

“Of course,” he said, placing a hand gently on your lower back as he guided you out of the door.

You swallowed thickly at the contact.

You made polite conversation in the car, asking how long he’d been in the area and where he moved from. The conversation came easily. Ainsel was charming and casual. He put you at ease, even though you were still stunned he wanted to come out with you. By the time you reached the restaurant he had you giggling over his silly stories about growing up a unicorn.

“Who is this?!” your friend Leslie asked with a knowing smile when you walked in the door with Ainsel on your arm.

Before you could introduce him, he stuck out his hand and told her his name. Your girlfriends were smitten, all asking him questions about his life and being a unicorn. You tried to stuff the little bit of jealousy down that they were giving him so much attention, but who wouldn’t want to talk to him? He was handsome and good at conversation, if not a bit aloof. He spoke with his head held high, always with his hand resting on your lower back, as if you were already a couple.

Ainsel couldn’t help but keep his hands on you. Truly, speaking with your friends was tiresome. He’d rather be alone, talking to you more, but he knew women paid careful attention to how their potential mate interacted with their friends. He wanted to make a good impression to get their approval, nothing more.

He only let you go when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Ainsel slipped out of the busy dining room to the small hallway where the bathrooms were to take the call.

“Where are you?!” his father snarled into the phone, “Elaine has been here waiting for you for an hour!”

Ainsel let out an impatient breath.

“I’m out, father,” he said, sounding bored, “I won't make it tonight.”

“You are seriously standing up one of the last female unicorns on the planet?” his father hissed back.

“Yes.” he said plainly, which prompted his father to devolve into a tantrum cursing him, that he’d ever had him, and how he planned on cutting him off if he didn’t drop what he was doing and make his way home immediately. Ainsel finally just hung up the phone. It buzzed immediately as his father tried to call him back, but he just turned the vibration off and sauntered back into the dining room.

A growl bubbled in his throat at what he saw.

Your friend, Josh, who owned the restaurant had you wrapped in a big hug, lifting you off of your feet.

“Um…yes, it’s very nice, Josh, I like the decor,” you said, taking a step away from him when he put you down.

“I’m just so happy you could make it,” he beamed.��

Ainsel shouldered past him, grabbing you by your elbow and pulling you against him possesively. Josh’s face fell just slightly at the contact, but he forced his practiced smile back on his lips.

“Who’s this?” he asked tightly.

“Oh, this is Ainsel. We met at-” you started to say, but Ainsel cut you off.

“I’m (Y/N)’s date,” he said, a smug aura hovering around him as he pulled you even closer and tucked you under his arm.

Your body tingled under his touch and your heart skipped in your chest.

“Oh…” Josh said, “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“Well we just me-” you again started to say and again Ainsel cut you off with a kiss on your temple.

“I’m already starting to think of her as mine,” he said, squeezing your shoulder and making all of your girlfriends giggle and shoot you mischievous smiles.

You blanched at such a direct declaration, completely unsure what to say. Your mouth just hung open as Josh glared at Ainsel. He grabbed your chin lightly with his long fingers so that you were looking at him.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked, “I’ve been wanting to show you my other form.”

You blinked up at him, both incredibly flattered and confused.

“Um…but we only just-,” you mumbled as he winked at your girlfriends and told them goodnight, talking right over you while he guided you out of the bar, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

“Bars are no fun,” he told you as he stuffed you back into his sports car, “let’s go someplace quiet.”

You were a bit miffed at leaving so early, but you were curious about his unicorn form, so you didn’t say a word as he started up the engine and drove the two of you to a pretty spot overlooking the city.

“This is much better,” he beamed, opening your door for you and helping you out of the car.

He pulled you into a clear spot and winked at you.

“I don’t show just anyone my unicorn form,” he said with a smile, “this is just for you to see.”

Your cheeks burned as he took a few steps away from you. You blinked and there he was, a lovely black unicorn with a pretty horn, reminding you of the inside of an abalone shell sticking out of his forehead.

He dipped his head and stepped towards you, encouraging you to touch him. You smoothed your slightly shaking hand over his cheek and ran your fingers through his silky jet mane. His eyes were the same illuminated blue. He bent down at the knee in front of you and it took a moment to realize he wanted you to climb on his back.

You carefully climbed on, making sure you didn’t tug at his mane too much as you straddled him. When you were comfortably seated he walked with a slow saunter, so similar to the way he walked as a human, into the sparse forest nearby.

The night was a bit chilly, but Ainsel was very, very warm, so you found yourself leaning down to press more of your body against him. This closeness pleased Ainsel immensely.

You had no way of knowing, but unicorns long ago would steal pretty maidens like you with just the tactic he was using then. As his magic surrounded you, invisible to you, you felt yourself getting a bit sleepy, relaxing even further against him. Soon your eyelids slipped shut and you fell asleep with a soft sigh.

–

“Mmmm,” you murmured as you slowly woke.

Firm fingers were carding your hair, which felt nice. You sighed and a deep chuckle hit your ears. Forcing your eyes open you met Ainsel’s blue irises looking at you.

“Have a nice nap?” he asked, with a smirk.

Blinking you looked around, trying to get your bearings. You were laying in a large soft bed in a pretty room that had definitely seen the touch of a professional designer.

“What- where am i?” you asked, groggily, sitting up.

Ainsel cupped your cheek gently before he answered.

“My bedroom,” he said, “exactly where you should be.”

“Where I- what?” you stuttered, trying to make your sleepy mind catch up with Ainsel’s words.

He scooted closer to you on the fluffy comforter that he’d tucked you under.

“You’re mine (Y/N),” he purred.

You blinked at him, confused.

“What do you mean by that?” you ventured and he pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles, before turning it over and dropping light kisses over your palm.

“I want to be with you always,” he explained as his blue eyes flickered up to meet yours, “I don’t want anyone else to touch you. I don’t want you to smile for anyone but me.”

“Ainsel,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh, “that’s impossible…of course I’m going to smile at my friends.”

His brow furrowed.

“Why?” he snapped, clutching your hand tighter, “I’ve worked so hard to keep you. Done things…”

He trailed off, kissing the inside of your wrist.

“Done what?” you asked.

At that he brightened, eager to show off. Scooping you up in his arms he walked with a clip out of his bedroom. The mansion he lived in was beautiful and modern with lots of glass and chrome. He carried you down a flight of stairs and to what appeared to be an indoor swimming pool. Only the water was pink and something…some things…were floating on its surface. Your heart turned to ice when you realized what you were looking at.

You recognized one of the bodies floating in the pool… Ainsel’s father, the man who you’d met just hours before was clearly dead, his face marked with deep cuts. You glanced up to see the jagged hole in the glass ceiling where the two of his parents had fallen through. They must have broken their necks hitting the ceiling before they even made it to the pool.

“What have you done?” you whimpered, your voice wan.

Ainsel kissed your forehead.

“They wouldn’t let us be together,” he said, with clear disgust in his voice, “but it’s all better now. I think I’ll bury them beneath the rose bushes. My mother always liked roses.”

Your instinct was to escape and you thrashed in Ainsel’s arms, beating at his chest with your fists.

“Shhh…shhh,” he hummed at you, “I didn’t mean to upset you, love. I should have guessed you’re sensitive…that’s sweet…Just calm down. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never have another worry as long as you live.”

Your breath kicked up and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Ainsel,” you gasped, staring at him, your face cold with fear, “you’re- you’re a murderer!”

He clucked at you, pressing you into his warm chest.

“That’s such an ugly word. I don’t want to hear you say it again,” he corrected you while he stroked your hair, quite pleased with himself, “I did what I had to do to make sure we could be together. My parents were horrible people…the world won’t miss them.”

“B-but…” you stuttered.

“None of that,” he chided, silencing you with a heavy kiss.

You froze against him, letting his mouth move over yours. His lips were warm, supple and you wanted so badly to give in. He was doing something to you, your body relaxing and your eyes fluttering as you tasted the mint of his mouth on your tongue.

“You’re going to be a good little mate, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling away, “I won't have to lock you in the basement, will I?”

You quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to be locked anywhere.

He twisted his mouth at you.

“Say, ‘No, my love.’” he ordered, his voice firm and with a bit more gravel than his usual tone.

“Um…no…my love,” you repeated quietly.

He rewarded you with a big smile.

“You are a good little mate!” he beamed.

You couldn’t stop your body from trembling in his arms. Would he kill you too if you didn’t behave?

“Poor thing, you’re cold,” he pouted, “don’t worry I’ll keep you warm!”

He carried you back to his bedroom, deciding to deal with the corpses in his pool later and set you down. Manipulating your stunned body like a doll, he unzipped your dress, letting the silky fabric pool at your feet. Pulling you back into his arms he tucked you under the large, warm comforter sliding in after you. His strong fingers made their way all over your body, greedily groping the bare flesh. He lay behind you, spooning you next to his larger form, while he sprinkled dappled kisses over your shoulders and neck.

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” he asked, lightly nibbling your shoulder.

Terrified, you could only hum in agreement.

“We’re going to have a long, perfect life together, aren’t we little mate?” he asked, his breath stirring the bits of loose hair tucked behind your ear and making tingles shoot up your spine.

You gasped on your words, scared and unsure what to say.

“Just say ‘yes, my love’,” he whispered.

“Yes, my love,” you finally agreed after a moment.

“Good, little mate,” he purred, “you’re so obedient…we’re going to get along just fine.”

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Tourniquet - Chapter Four

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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The Things She Carried

She hadn’t seen him in years.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. God, she wanted to so badly. She wanted to run into his arms, bury her face in his chest and fall asleep. She wanted to wake up next to him, count each freckle in the golden light of dawn. She wanted it all, she wanted him.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to track him down, drive across the miles and land at his doorstep. She couldn’t imagine facing him after so long away, couldn’t bear the thought that he’d cast her away like some old trinket destined for the bin.

She couldn’t risk it. She was road-weary and drained to the point of constant pain. Every muscle ached; every bone felt hollow and brittle. She was exhausted in her soul. She was done.

Late at night she would lie awake and stare at whatever ceiling was overhead replaying her life, her choices good and bad.

Maybe things would be different if she had run away with him when they were kids. Maybe she should have crossed the little stream sooner, hidden with him in the tall grass until they could escape and disappear forever. Would life be so different? Would they be together? Alive? Would the world still be turning if not for the sacrifices he’d made?

What about the sacrifices she’d made? What about all the days she spent alone, holding herself as blood seeped through her fingers? All the times she dropped everything to be there for him, all the days she spent worrying, all the nights she spent giving him whatever he needed whenever he needed it. Would anyone even remember her when she was gone? Would he?

Fuck him. He ruined one of the most important moments in her life. He stole her chance to say goodbye. While she reeled from his kiss, tried to make sense of his affection, the only other man she had ever loved had died.

He died and she wasn’t there. He died knowing she wasn’t around.

Fuck him for that. Fuck him for sleepless nights on the phone calming him down, listening to every trial and tribulation of his life. Fuck him for miles spent rushing to his side to wrap her heart around his wounds, staunch the flow.

Fuck him for every kiss.

Fuck him for every touch.

For every fucking moment.

The boy with the green eyes.

Roswell, New Mexico, 2015.

A string of murders of suspicious nature led older residents to announce that the aliens had returned to take revenge on the naysayers and folks there only to make a buck on the sacred landing spot.

Y/N hadn’t been able to resist such a ridiculous scene and spent a week there investigating.

In the end, they were just regular old murders committed by a regular old crazy person. No demons, no ghosts, and certainly no aliens were to be found.

With nowhere else to be, she hung around the desert for a few more days, enjoying the sun and the dry air.

She almost didn’t answer the phone when it rang, but curiosity had brought her to New Mexico in the first place, so there was no reason to deny its hold.

Luckily, it wasn’t him.

It was Sam.

“Well, if it isn’t baby boy Winchester.” She laid back on the hood of her car and kicked up a knee.

“Hey, Y/N.”

He sounded terrible. Lack of sleep or too much stress, she couldn’t tell. She didn’t know Sam as well. Hadn’t studied him as closely, hadn’t learned every tick of speech, the meaning behind every subtle sigh.

Still, he didn’t sound great.

“What’s going on, Sam?”

He hesitated, swallowed hard, shifted the phone to his other ear. “I hate to ask you, I know you’re… Well, you’ve got your own thing going on, but-”

Her eyes closed, her stomach churned.

“Is he OK?” She couldn’t stop the tremble in her voice and she hated it.

Sam cleared his throat. “No. No, I don’t think so.”

“Shit.”

Last she’d heard through the grapevine, Dean had died, again, and come back as a demon. She didn’t get a call back then, so for Sam to ask for help now- it was bad.

“I think he’d, uh… really like to see you.”

The eleven-hour drive seemed endless, but it gave her time to think.

No matter what she did, he would always be a part of her. No matter how far she ran, tried to hide, he would always win out in the end. It was useless to fight it, stupid to even try.

Sam had given her directions to their place and Y/N stood outside of what looked to be an industrial hobbit hole.

She leaned on her car and stared at the hill. There was still time to turn tail and hit the highway. He’d never even know she had been there.

She fiddled with the chain around her neck, sucked on the metal pendant. It was warmed from her body heat though she always believed it got hotter when he was close.

“Damn it, Y/N/N, just go in…” She groaned and turned away, too scared to go inside. Scared or mad, she didn’t know which.

Just as she put one foot in the car, the big doors opened and Sam appeared.

He was tall and tired, with a shadow on his jaw and worry in his eyes. She wondered vaguely if she had ever seen Sam without that crease in his aura, if he’d ever been truly calm and happy.

“You gonna come in or-”

She sighed and shut the door. “How’d you know I was here?”

He shrugged and gave her a mischievous look. “I may have been tracking your phone.”

“What! Sam…”

He smiled and then pushed at the door, holding it open for her.

“You coming?”

“Well, it’d be stupid to run away now.”

She followed him into the hobbit hole and through another, heavier door. The first room was basically a dark hallway, four steps down from the outer doors and a few paces to the next. The walls were old concrete and the light was dim. She held no hope for nicer things to come.

She was very wrong.

Her little gasp echoed when she walked through the second door. The cave-like entry gave way to an expansive room that took her breath away. A wrought iron balcony met intricate stairs that wound down forever. The room below was set up with a large, map-covered table that glowed, antique computers and machines that looked as if they were sourced from a 1950’s horror movie.

Clasping the rail, Y/N leaned over a bit, trying to comprehend the size of everything but her head hurt. She looked back at Sam and shook her head, eyes wide with awe.

“You live here?”

Sam nodded and shrugged. He smiled at her wild wonder and stood beside her at the railing. “There’s more. It’s, uh- it’s a really big place.”

“Tell me you have a bowling alley or an arcade hiding somewhere in here.”

He laughed. “No, but we do have a tv. Well, I do. In my room.”

Y/N whistled, mockingly impressed. “Wow. Real rockin’ bachelor pad, Sam.”

He licked his lips and looked down at his hands. His knuckles were pale, fingers cold against the metal. “Yeah, well, we don’t get many visitors.”

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed gently. “Wanna show me the rest?”

The Men of Letters Bunker was just as impressive as he made it sound. They toured the halls while Sam explained how they came to be there, speaking candidly about his grandfather’s reappearance and how strange it was to finally have a real place to call home.

She listened to every word, now and then offering a kind word or an interested hum. Her mind was reeling at the enormity of the Bunker. She ran her fingers over the dips between the tiles on the walls, listened carefully to how Sam’s voice echoed off of the cathedral ceilings and back again. She counted their steps, tried to construct a map in her mind so that she could find her way back to the front door, but the path was full of turns and every corridor looked the same as the last. The numbers on the doors changed, however, but they weren’t in any order that she could define.

They stopped in front of door number eleven, and Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. His gaze narrowed on the gap between the door and the jam. The light inside was on, but he knew Dean wasn’t there.

“This is his room?” she asked, wanting to push her way inside but afraid to pry.

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

She placed her hand on the door and closed her eyes. She wanted to go in and wait for him, be laid out on the bed like some porn star when he walked in, but she knew better.

The kitchen was impressive in an old restaurant that had never been upgraded kinda way, but the pantry was pitiful. Thankfully, there were a few eggs in the fridge and a half of a loaf of white bread on the shelf. Sam left her to it and she got to work making an utter mess of the counter and stove.

She didn’t expect him back soon and he hadn’t expected to see her at all.

“Y/N?”

Her entire being tensed when she heard his voice and she took a breath, closed her eyes, and turned around. Spatula dripping in her hand, she screwed up a smile.

“Surprise.”

Every emotion imaginable flowed over his freckled face and Y/N waited for him to process before saying another word. Green eyes worked her over, lingering on the smudge on her cheek and the mess on her shirt.

Finally, he smiled.

“Nice surprise.”

Her body relaxed. “Is it?”

“Of course.”

Dean rushed forward, rounding the giant stainless steel island, and scooped her up into a hug.

Relief trickled down her spine and she wrapped her arms around him, pushed her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like whiskey and sleepless nights.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He whispered into her shoulder and held on a little tighter.

He was big and strong, solid and safe. She melted into him; listened for the comforting, steady beat of his heart.

The necklace burned into her chest and she smiled.

After a minute, she pushed at his shoulders but he refused to let her go.

“You’re gonna make me burn your toast!”

He stood up straight and held her arms. “Toast? You’re making a real big mess for toast.”

She squirmed out of his grip and turned back to the stove. “It’s French.”

They sat at the little table in the corner and drowned the snack in maple syrup and butter.

Y/N couldn’t stop staring at him. His face was thin; his beard slowly sneaking out of captivity. His eyes were dark, lined with red, and he held himself differently, as if every second was painful, as if he was having trouble sitting still.

He was staring just as hard, shocked that she was there after being gone for so long.

“Your hair’s different,” he said around a mouthful of French toast.

She cocked her head and ran a hand through her locks. “I guess,” she laughed. “It’s been a while since I cut it. Probably should.”

Dean shook his head gently. “Nah. I like it.”

It wasn’t even really a compliment but she took it as one. Her stomach flipped and she hated herself for enjoying such a tiny amount of attention. She was older now, wiser, stronger. She didn’t need his approval or his affection.

“Thanks.”

“This is…nice. Thank you for cooking.”

Y/N laughed and choked down a corner. “It’s terrible and you know it.”

Dean shrugged and took another forkful to his lips. “It ain’t that bad.” He shoveled it in and then cringed, plucked a crunchy bit from his tongue. “I… think there’s shell in this one.”

She grinned. “I’m surprised there’s not more, actually. You know I’m a shitty cook.”

He laughed. “Always have been.”

“It’s kinda my thing.”

A strange moment passed between them like an autumn breeze. The air was warm but the wind was too harsh, chilling their cheeks. Y/N looked away, crossing her arms and rubbing her hands up the sides. Dean swallowed and sat back; knife and fork in his fists beside the plate.

“So, how ya been?”

Y/N looked around, pretending to inspect the kitchen walls, but only trying to buy herself time to think up an answer.

“Oh, you know me, Dean. Another day, another highway, another monster to kill.”

He licked a drop of syrup from his lip. “Musta been busy.”

She nodded. “Yeah, pretty busy.”

“Too busy to answer a text? Pick up the phone now and then?”

Her guts churned. “Dean, it’s not like that…”

He slumped forward, set his forearms on the table. “Oh, it’s like that. You vanished, Y/N/N.”

His tone was biting and she shivered.

“Dean-”

“You just took off. No goodbye, nothing.”

Anger was brewing inside and her leg bounced uncontrollably under the table. “Dean.”

“We burned him. Without you.”

Something inside of her shattered. The words cut through her like a scythe; his tone burned like salt in the sliced flesh. She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes, and tried to push it all aside.

“You left,” he seethed, upper lip trembling and exposing his tiny canine teeth. She always thought they looked like fangs, always loved the way they scraped across her throat. “We burned him and you weren’t there. I- we needed you and you left. You ran away to God knows where and that was it. We needed you, Y/N. I… I needed you.”

With fists balled, she stood up, spun away from the table. She bit her tongue so hard she was sure her mouth would fill with blood.

Dean laughed sarcastically. “Yeah. Walk away again. That’s awesome.”

Her spine twitched. Nails dug into her palms.

She tasted blood.

“So fucking good at walking away when people need you.”

She snapped.

“Excuse me?”

Her spin around was so fast, her hands slammed onto the table so hard that Dean startled and dropped his utensils. Unconsciously, he sat back, putting as much distance between him and the lioness he’d just unleashed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her words curled but there was no question. She was giving him a speck of a chance to apologize before she truly exploded. “Well… are you?”

Dean sucked his teeth, crossed his arms, sat forward. He met her gaze head on. His nostrils flared.

“You left,” he said again, slowly, venomously.

Y/N pulled in a deep breath but instead of calming her, it only added to the fire. “You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean.”

He shook his head, confused. “Huh?”

“You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean,” she said again, injecting as much slashing accusation into her voice as she could. “You never do. You expect me to show up whenever you want me, drop whatever I’m doing to come meet you somewhere so you can fuck your frustrations out on me then kick me out of bed in the morning. Do you know how many bruises I have from tripping over the curb when you drive away? How many nights I’ve stayed awake worrying about you? Praying for you? Not to mention all the nights I had to stay on the phone with you while you blubbered on about this and that, and your brother, and your angel, and your destiny. Do you know how much of my life I’ve spent waiting on a fucking phone call from you? How many days I’ve wasted just hoping you’d ask to see me? You can’t imagine it. You wouldn’t. Because you don’t care.”

Anger and guilt flooded his face. He swung his legs around from under the table and stood up, towering over her with a puffed chest and searing eyes.

“You think I don’t care about you?” He hunched his shoulders, leaning down to let it all sink in. “Is that really what you think?”

She took a step closer. She wouldn’t back down no matter his size or the angry fire pulsing off of him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Yeah, Dean,” she said sharply. “It is. Because it’s fucking true. You don’t give a shit about me, you never have. I’m just a goddamned Band-Aid for you. Something you put on when you’ve got a booboo and then rip off and toss away. And the one time I needed you. The one fucking time…”

Dean was seeing red; his blood was boiling and brightening his pallid face.

“When? When the fuck did you need me so badly!”

She grit her teeth, showed her fangs for once. “He was my father, Dean.”

He scoffed. “No. He wasn’t.”

“Fuck you for saying that! He was my father the same as, if not more so than he was yours and he died while I was in the dark wondering how I could help you. You! You fucked me up in that hospital room and then you left me alone to deal with it. And he died while I was in there! He died and I wasn’t there because I was dealing with you!”

Dean straightened, but he didn’t move to speak. He only absorbed her ire and let it burn inside of him.

“Always dealing with you! My whole goddamned life revolves around Dean Winchester! And you know what I got for all the care and time and worry I poured into you? Nothing. I get fucking nothing. I have never been so lost as when he died and you… You didn’t ask me to stay. Didn’t… didn’t check on me. The only calls I got were from you begging me to help with Sam and to meet you in Oswego for a fucking booty call. That’s all I am to you. I’m your fucking whore.”

He huffed, chewed his lip. “That is not true!”

She wouldn’t stop, couldn’t. The simple act of raising her voice, of confronting him after everything had opened a tap that she couldn’t close.

“And you spent a whole goddamned fucking year with her. A year! I didn’t even know if you were alive, dead, nothing. You promised to call me. You swore. And nothing. You went to her. You- did you even think of me? Did you even think, ‘oh, maybe I’ll go be with Y/N for a while’? Well? Did you?”

His eyes closed. “No, Y/N. I didn’t.”

“I have given you years of my life and you’ve just… Fuck, I don’t even know if you take me for granted or if you don’t even notice if I’m around or not. I honestly don’t know.”

She turned away, exhausted and aching.

She couldn’t see the way he rubbed at the curse on his arm, didn’t notice the rage glowing in his eyes. She didn’t feel the danger because she never felt it around him. She could scream all she wanted, but she knew Dean wouldn’t hurt her.

“If you hate me so goddamn much, why are you even here? Huh? What, did Sammy call you? Tell you I wasn’t doin’ so well?”

Each word snapped at her like kitchen shears and Y/N spun back around.

“Fuck you, Dean.”

As tears fell, she raised her right hand, ready to slap him hard; show him she wasn’t fooling around.

The Mark swelled on his arm and shot demonic power into his veins.

Dean grabbed her wrist before she made contact with his cheek and took two steps forward, forcing her backwards into the wall. He slammed her hand onto the plaster and followed suit with her left hand. She gasped, scared but daring him, and he sneered down at her.

“Don’t. Fucking. Ever. Hit me.”

The Mark glowed beside her head and she looked from it to him, stuck and devastated.

“Do you hear me!”

Strength pulsed through him and Dean lifted her away from the wall only to crush her back into it.

Her eyes blurred, her head ached; her ears rang.

“Dean-”

“You think you know anything about me? You don’t know what I’ve been through! You haven’t been around!”

His grip tightened on her wrists and she felt the bone in the right twist.

“Dean! You’re hurting me!”

It seemed he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t let the anger dim. His breath came out in heavy pants through tight lips and clenched teeth; his eyes were like lasers targeting her arteries and setting him up for the kill.

“Dean!”

Another tear trekked down her cheek and it caught his attention.

Dean blinked quickly, clearing his head, and then backed away. He dropped her hands and covered his face, turned his back on her.

Y/N couldn’t move.

Silence filled the room and their heads. Guilt ravaged their bodies.

Her knees gave out and she slid down the wall, slumped to the floor.

When she could finally speak, her voice was small and pathetic and she hated herself even more.

“I… I’m sorry, Dean.”

Calmer now, Dean turned to find her in a heap on the floor and sank down as well. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N/N. I… fuck. Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and sat up straight, kicked her knees up to her chest.

He crawled to her, tried to lay a hand on her knee, but she flinched away.

“Shit,” he hissed. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/N let out a hard breath and let her shoulders fall. She trusted him. She didn’t trust that thing on his arm.

She nodded toward it. “Is it really bad?”

He rolled up his sleeve and showed off his brand. Curious and horrified, she unfurled herself and leaned in, running a careful finger across the Mark. The flesh was hot, the skin raised and rough. She covered it with her hand and looked up into his face.

“I can’t take it much more,” he whispered. “It’s gonna take over and I don’t wanna go back there.”

Her heart hurt. “You don’t have to let it take you. You’re strong. You’re so fucking strong, Dean. So brave. So good.”

He smiled softly and bent over; kissed her hand.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

She sniffed back the tears and reached for him.

“I coulda just kept my mouth shut,” she confessed.

Dean lay his head on her shoulder and tugged her close. “No. You shouldn’t have to. I’ll be better, I promise.”

“You don’t have to be better, Dean.” She turned inwards and pressed her lips to his ear. “You just have to be you.”

His arms closed a little tighter, he breathed a little slower.

“I really don’t deserve you, you know that?”

She sighed and rubbed at the nape of his neck.

“Shut up, Dean.”

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Folie à deux II: Addams

As the crowd roars as the final note plays, (Y/n) stands before them, exhausted but smiling. He raises the mic to his mouth and gives one last speech.

“Before I leave.. i Wanna say something, you can do anything you put your mind to, put your mind towards it and you’ll reach the top, legends never die. “ with those parting words he departed the stage to applause that could be heard around the world, (Y/n) walks off stage and to his manager, Karl, after a bit of reluctance he accepted one, and he’s never looked back on it. He slumps down wand Karl sits with him.

“Last city, and ended it with a bang, gotta say you did perfect, Celebes are all over your Twitter.” He said smiling and pats (Y/n) on the shoulder.

“Thanks..” (Y/n) Said, obviously weary.

“Look get on the bus, we’ll head home and you take a long break, I’m sure you got more music to work on.” He says and (Y/n) nods and stretched, and headed back to the tour bus, after sitting inside the exquisite bus, he hears the tv play.

“(Y/n)‘s “Welcome World” Tour had ended and with over 40 concerts done it ends and overall fantastic reception, after a debut single and his first Album “Beyond.” Eyes Are on the young star and we can only imagine what he has in store.” They say, he turns the tv off and falls into a deep sleep.

A Few months pass, and all seems well for you, while a big chunk of the internet is absolutely crazy for you, you never let it get to your heard, more importantly your music is slowing down unfortunately, working 20 hours straight trying to focus on producing a beat takes its toll physically and mentally. As you slump in your chair across your station, Karl enters and peers over.

“You Look Tired, Cmon take a Break, i Wanna talk to you about somethin.” He said, you reluctantly stop the beat and remove your headphones.

“What’s up?” You say and Karl sits down.

“I’ve been thinking and you’re burned out, you can’t keep this up forever and you’ll end up hating it, so, why don’t you focus on somethin different for a bit?” He says.

“Like?” You say asking for an example. Karl leans in.

“This is between you and us, but I chatted with some executives on Netflix and they’re producing a show, you know the Addams family right?” He says, and you smirk and snap your fingers twice.

“Who doesn’t?” You reply.

“Okay Okay Smart ass.” He replies jokingly, “Netflix wants to do a series on the Uh, what’s her name? Wednesday.. yeah and it’s going to be in a boarding school, and with that type of young actors, it’s perfect for you to get your feet wet.” He explains.

“Sounds cool Enough..” you say. And check your phone. “How longs the shoot?”

“Few months? They got the girl from scream or whatever.” Karl says, which immediately catches you off guard, your head jerks up and you lean in.

“Jenna?” You ask.

“Uh yeah that’s her name, she was in other movies but yeah— so—“

“Yes!” You say a bit too excited for Karl, who was caught off guard. He chuckles, “Okay kid don’t go kissing her feet when you see her.”

You scoff at this.

“Ha! As if I-I don’t.. do that.” You say, and Karl shrugs, “I’ll call the executives and let Em know.” He says and leaves you alone, a giddy feeling in your chest goes wild as you stand up, reinvigorated!

The next week was the first week of shooting, and was nerve wracking, sitting inside your trailer you read the script, the director, the Tim Burton stood across from you, a legend who made some of the most unique films, a Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, Beetlejuice! Even the 1989 Batman film! It was like meeting a figure from your childhood.

“Okay, so.. who am I going to play?”

“You’ll be playing a man named (Y/n) Healy. An Irish demon, you’ve heard of the old tale of Balor and the evil eye? Basically that, but a more, human aspect.”

“Okay… and his role is he the, Villian?”

“No, in fact he’s going to be with Wednesday.” He says and your face loses color, wether it was excitement or embarrassment, you weren’t sure but you don’t hate the idea. “Okay.” You say nodding.

“I’ll method act the blindness, I’ll need a cane..”

“The props we have will work wonders, but it’ll be up to you to make the watchers believe it.”

“Yeah.” You say with confidence, Tim nods and leaves and you read over the first episode, and start to come to some terms with what you’ll be doing. You stand up to go get dressed and out of the trailer, and you’re suddenly almost face to face with a blonde haired girl.

“Oh! Sorry.” She says, and you step back, but accidentally bump into the the trailer with a bang.

“Oh! Hey!!” You day as she obviously tries not to laugh. You awkwardly chuckle. “My bad if this was your trailer..”

“It’s not.. i just came to say hey, I’m Emma, I play Enid.”

“Myers?” You reply and she nods, you shake her hand.

“It’s great to meet you!”

“You too! Your musics pretty amazing, so when I heard you were a part of this I just had to say hello at least.” Emma says and you thank her immensely.

“Thanks, seriously I mean it, so.. are you heading to make up?”

“I am, ready?” She says and you nod, following, entering another trailer to get your face to look as unrealistically handsome as possible, you continue to talk.

“So, your character is a, Werewolf? That’s.. pretty cool.”

“really?” She replies, “I’m glad, Tim showed me how her character works and, I think I can make it, yours sounds charming, charismatic and kinda chaotic.”

“Huh, then I’ll do just fine.” You say, the words barely rolled in your mind before you said that, which made you just sound egotistical, but Emma smiles

“You’re confident! That’s good!” She says, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile. You get dressed with your glasses and work on your script with Emma, and prepare for the first scene for you to shoot. You sit on a stone bench and are awaiting, and you hear a “Action.” You pretend to drink Tea, before Emma, (Enid), walks over and places her hands over your “Blind” eyes

"Guess Who~" She says, and You play your role to perfection

"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" You say, and she lets go, and sits next to you. You turn to her, but act as if you can’t see her.

"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling.

"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." You ask. And she acts so; amazingly, her cheerful tone, the cute highlights in her hair.

"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and you smile in response to this

"That's great, is someone changing dorms?" You ask.

"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." She explains and you Sip from the tra

"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said, and you, which wasn’t part of the script almost cough up the tea. Instead of asking to stop you roll with it

"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."

"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" She says, you nod sadly and go with it

"Well, I hope you have fun then." You said, before Principal Weems spoke up from behind you.

"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.

"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards you, and give a bow.

"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" You say, and she checks her watch.

"Nearing Seven."

"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." You stand up with your cane and walk over to a cage of birds, granted the bird keeper said they don’t bite, but you don’t prefer to take risks, you “feed” them, you act oblivious of the two approaching and you recite the lines in your head.

"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Emma says, you turn around to act oblivious again, but you couldn’t this time, her clothing, her deadpanned face, even though she showed no emotion you were absolutely smitten by her, Wednesdays Addams, Tara carpenter, those names meant nothing to you, the only word that rang though your mind, was “Jenna”.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 2 years

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"y'know, i think this may actually be the funniest thing that i've ever experienced. either that or the saddest."

bruce, forever resigned to enduring the overdramatic woes of his eldest child, deigned to lift his head from where it had burrowed itself under several oversized pillows and give dick an absolutely scathing glare. dick smiled beatifically back.

bruce groaned and went back to wallowing.

"i mean," dick oh-so-lovingly continued, "this is karma at its finest. i remember when i went through the exact same thing."

"really," bruce said, trying his damndest to put as much incredulity in his voice as he could, given the way his face was mashed into a thousand-count pillowcase. it really was quite soft. for a brief moment, bruce contemplated sinking into the fabric, letting it envelop him and protect him from the cruel clutches of fate, never having to weather the outside world again. he was fairly certain cass was ready to be batman, and if worst came to worst, dick had proven more than capable of leading the justice league for him.

a thump on the bed next to him had him rolling his eyes while trying to stifle a smile. sometimes, bruce is dumbstruck by how much his son has grown, a paper-cut sort of ache. other times, like now, he could close his eyes and almost pretend he was twenty years younger, with an effervescent nine-year-old doing backflips on what dick deemed "the trampoline bed."

"yeah," dick said. "really. very first time i had a date lined up with a guy, i think i was sixteen. i was so nervous, you don't even know." a small quiver in dick's voice hits something very soft and very vulnerable in bruce's chest, and he shifts to look at dick, giving him his attention.

(he does know, is the thing. he remembers dick coming home from that date, eyes a little watery but a smile on his face as he told bruce it went well, then collapsed into the type of hug he hadn't asked for in years, bruce's collar all damp and his heart spilling up, overflowing, bursting.)

"i had my notecards and a speech lined up and everything," dick said, a teasing tone still threaded through his voice, but making himself softer. it was the tone dick took with younger kids he was mentoring, or particularly stubborn friends he was talking reason into. "and in the end, i just ended up word vomiting some version of a coming out speech. it was absolutely awful; i'm surprised you understood a word coming out of my mouth."

"'course i understood," bruce grumbled. "i'm your dad, it was pretty obvious what you'd been building up to for weeks." then, eyes widening—"fuck."

dick grinned down at him, nudging his shoulder in a manner most would deem cheerful and delighted, but what bruce really knows is smug and nefarious and indicative.

"exactly!" dick said, because bruce taught him how to set verbal traps once when he was thirteen and dick had been besting bruce at that particular skill for years.

"i hate you," bruce groans, rolling back over.

"just like you said—alfred knows you. it's pretty obvious to him what you've been building up to, but i know from personal experience that you're gonna want to actually tell him. it's....cathartic. and self-fulfilling."

"i wouldn't care if it was rhapsodic," bruce said. "i never—i never planned for this."

"because you never thought he would ask you? or because you never thought you'd allow yourself to say yes?"

god-fucking-damn dick to the depths of hell for knowing him so well, knowing the turns of his thoughts and the twists of his fears, for pulling his brain inside out and never running away from what he sees.

bruce sighed. "i've never been this lucky, dick. the best things in my life have always been you all, and you know how fraught our relationships are. this, whatever this is, has been going, uh, well? which means it'll go downhill somewhere, and if not with him and me then—"

"bull. shit." dick punched bruce in the arm. lightly, mostly. "this is alfred. he raised us all right alongside you. he's been nothing but supportive of more than half our harebrained ideas for years. hell, he wore a little pride pin on the lapel of his suit when i came out to him."

"yes but," bruce said, haltingly, "i've quite literally known him since birth. if he doesn't take it well..."

"if he doesn't take it well, which he won't, then you'll feel better for both having told him and for facing it yourself."

"it?"

"you're allowed to be happy, bruce, jesus," dick said. "and telling alfred will also, you know, make it a little more real for yourself. i feel like we've had this exact conversation before."

dick is—well, he's right, as he almost always is. and he's employed his particularly famous technique of cutting right to the heart of issues, ripping down the lies bruce told himself, leaving him hyperaware of his own pulse, thrumming in his wrist, and an inescapable flash of clarity.

"i suppose you have a point," bruce said, haltingly and low, and still resolute. with a push, he's sitting on the edge of a bed, feet braced on the plush rug. alfred should be just about starting to get dinner ready, and his—his date is for lunch tomorrow.

bruce, even with his back turned, can almost see the grin stretched across dick's face. "i normally do. now get going, bruce. thirty-something years of repression ain't gonna solve itself."

with a scoff that may have dripped into becoming more of a laugh, bruce ruffled his son's hair, then gave him a quick smile as he left his room, headed towards alfred.

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#scribbles from the swamp #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #dc #bruce wayne fic #batman fic #dick grayson fic #nightwing fic #dc fic

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SO PJO CAME OUT TODAY

and i have a lot of thoughts

this is just me screaming into the void about this show that i’ve been excited about since it’s been announced.

i haven’t personally really read the books in a bit, so if i am remembering things incorrectly or forgetting if something was in the books or not, forgive me (and correct me and my terrible memory)

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS AHEAD

EPISODE 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

first off - chapter titles. i knew about this a while ago but im so happy we are doing this

getting the whole speech from percy in the beginning oh we are so back

blackjack??? that was blackjack right??

MYTHOMAGIC CARDS

if this gets us actual mythomagic cards we can buy, so help me god. i’m gonna spend all my money on them

i will never be able to speak highly enough about sally jackson. best fictional mom ever and i love her with all of my heart.

the “hold fast perseus. brave the storm” parallel at the beginning and end of the episode oh i’m sick to my stomach

the fountain scene felt a little… goofy? from what i remember percy just remembers her ending up in the fountain,like it sounds like he kinda blacks out. maybe that’s actually how it was in the books, but i did imagine it differently.

grover and brunner being the KINGS of gaslighting

percy is stronger than i could ever be if grover exposed me like that i couldn’t talk to him for like a year.

the biggest issue i’ve seen everyone talk about: gabe. i understand WHY they made him how he is in the tv show. it’s a disney show, they can’t have him be completely book accurate putting his hands on sally and threatening percy for money so he can play poker, but i feel like this doesn’t fit with how he ends up at the end of book 1. maybe we will see a more ‘evil’ side to him through the news interviews and stuff, or he will have a different ending, but i feel like the way he acts now doesn’t justify his end in book 1 that i expect to see in the tv show.

sally in the rain listening to olivia rodrigo i love her so much 😭😭😭

d’angelos??? it’s spelled differently but reference perhaps? i cannot WAIT to see nico i hope we get to see him in the casino

i didn’t get this until i saw someone point it out but the cuts to black were ends of chapters!! and it makes so much more sense. i will say it feels a bit odd?? but i honestly prefer it more as someone who has read the books.

i find the whole sally explaining the gods to percy interesting. it fits for the tv show more, but i love book percy just getting forced into camp half blood without any real knowledge just like “what the fuck is going on”

“Like… like Jesus?” PERCY PLS

i love this grover reveal, but the BEST will forever be the musical

“She was a fury!” “YOU’RE a furry, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEGS?!?”

grover dropping the fact he is 24 in a super intense scene is very grover

that first shot of thalia’s tree lit up by the LIGHTNING gave me CHILLS

the entire minotaur scene was incredible. sally’s speech to grover and percy. percy killing the minotaur. insane

not to mention sally taking percy’s jacket to throw off the minotaurs scent? such a cool choice

EPISODE 2: I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

"you droll when you sleep" YUPPP MHMM YUP

ik that the whole 'Mr. D trying to use percy to get a drink' thing is supposed to be a little joke, but its also such a good way to explain the whole "gods can get their kids to steal shit for them because they can't do it themselves" without having a whole dramatic moment explaining it.

in my head I imagined the entire camp being very heavily wooded, maybe that's just the movies having some influence over me when it comes to visualization, but it was cool to see the camp in the actually valley in a very book accurate portrayal.

OH THE CABINS MY EYES WERE GLUED THE WHOLE TIME

THEY LOOK SO GOOD

this tv show has already captured the two personally traits of percy jackson: 1. he loves his mom 2. he hates the gods

the jelly beans

seeing Luke befriend percy and be his first friend at camp luke I am in your fucking walls

I personally feel like the way they have chosen to portray clarisse is quite different from the books, but I absolutely love it. i was not a fan of her for a while in the books, but I love her immediately in this version.

also did we get to 'see' the cloven council in tlt? I don't think we did, and I like seeing it in prep for sea of monsters.

the entire scene of percy praying to his mom breaks me. oh my god. favorite scene in the entire show so far. it breaks my heart he loves and misses her so much.

"I think I've made some friends here. like real friends" luke I have a gun

the whole bathroom scene. that's it.

ANNABETH

maybe its just different seeing all these characters portrayed well on the screen, but she feels super different than book annabeth but also exactly the same. im not 100% how to explain it but there is no one better to play annabeth than leah

I am so excited to see this slowburn all over again

"she my little sister" luke please

thalia name pronunciation how are we feeling team

i have 100% been pronouncing it the other way this whole time but oh well

"sunshine" hey! when we get the first "seaweed brain" I am going to go crazy

"percy's on it. when its time he's gonna be ready" are you sure about that luke

in the books the main 'introduction scene' we got with clarisse was the bathrooms, but this scene with her in the woods feel much more like an introduction scene and im not sure if this was done on purpose, but I love her and this scene.

annabeth. I cannot stress my love for her enough

annabeth pushing him into the water instead of him falling. love her

percy FINALLY finding a place he belongs only to be forced out on a quest for his dad that he fucking hates

"good kid" from tlt musical was so right

"I am Sally Jackson's son!" what if I just started eating glass rn

anyway I am absolutely obsessed with this show already. I am so sorry to anyone who doesn't want pjo on their feed you are getting it anyway.

if this show is your first introduction to the series. read the books! or at least the lightning thief. and for the love of god LISTEN TO THE MUSICAL. I cannot stress enough how good of a portrayal of the book it is and it is my all time favorite interpretation of the books (although this show may take that top spot soon).

#pjo fandom #pjo spoilers #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #annabeth chase #grover underwood #camp half blood #this is going to become my entire personality #percy and annabeth #percybeth #luke castellan #thalia grace #clarisse pjo #the lightning thief

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 2 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 28 omg omg

mid season finale let's go batchersss 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x08

sleepy Wrecker 🤫🤲

Gonky and Echo watching Omega meditate 🥺

Omega asking Echo if he wants to try she was so innocently asking too 🥲

"I don't enjoy solitude" 💔😭

"hey boys" Rex my whole ass heart 🥰💕

lmao gives no details just is like ok meet me on coruscant like it's nbd 💀

how long has it been since they've been there ??

I'm assuming they've been there ?? idk ??

Rex introducing tbb like Cody did 🥲🤲 and Omega's little wave 💕

Echo keeping Omega back from the body, mom

the identifying number being wiped and Tech being the one to comment on not knowing that was a thing.... foreshadowing ? 👀

Echo stepping up immediately to speak in the senate 🥺

Hunter: "the senate won't listen to us, we're deserters" ... who Rampart said died in *his* attack, so the perfect people imo

"a simple data collection" right in the middle of imperial coruscant lololol ily Rex 💕

Chuchi and Omega team up 🥳🙌

they clearly don't think Chuchi is in that much danger bc they let Omega go with her ...

Omega with all her questions 🥺 she's learning everything she can

Omega's face seeing Rampart lmao meeee

he didn't even look at her 🙄

"there's nothing else she can do" HA idiot watch her go actually

Omega's run to look over the edge 🤲

"which one belongs to the clones?" heartbreaking 😫😭

I relate to Chuchi on a personal level, she cares sm about the clones 💕

Bail in dad mode keeping an eye on Omega hehe

Omega's confidence in tbb is so precious 🤲

Senator Burtoni lol blast from the past

the way she looks at Omega makes me uncomfy 👀

she gives zero fks about kamino girlll

"because I'm a clone too... it was my home .... and im angry" YES OMEGA SPEAKING UP FOR HERSELF TO A KAMINOAN I'M SO PROUD 🥳

Wrecker nearly getting zapped 👀

*mission impossible theme plays*

Wreckers saw !! bro I love it !!

Rex helping as many brothers as he can 🥺🤲

mans says he's helped "not enough" brothers... yeah but how many pls

"help's hard to come by these days..." Rex just ask him you know he'll go with you 🥲

"taking a lesson from your squad, we improvise" !!! tcw flashbacks lol I love when they have no plan 💕

knife knife knife 👀

"this is him better" Wrecker you've got this bby !!

lmao Tech controlling the cart from his datapad

Hunter's growl at Tech (again) 👀🤭

sneaky bois shhh 🤫

@anonymous-galager said Tech sounds like Crosshair in this scene hehe

regs: 'ayo someone activated the bridge' tbb + Rex: 'hey boys' they're so unserious while I'm hyperventilating 💀

the clones coming to stop tbb boys !! they're doing it for you !! 😫

Hunter: "new plan. 14, 5, 86" Wrecker: "all of them!?" I will never get tired of their plans 💕 (don't look at me plan 99 I'm not talking about you)

Rex: "we need an exit strategy" Echo: "got one, we're going over them" Rex: 😳 ??

Rex dodging blaster bolts 👌

"this should be interesting" Rex 🤝 Cody saying the same thing about tbb

Tech piloting the escape pod lmao he can literally fly anything

Rampart 🔫😈

lol he really thought he did something 💀

Omega's disguise wearing one of Chuchi's ponchos 🥰💕 Cal Kestis is coming for that poncho 👀

Rex giving Omega the data !! how much they all trust her 🥺

Rampart's whole speech full of rubbish 🙄

Omega catching her breath after running that whole way 🥺 you did good bby 💕

YES CHUCHI PLAY THAT EVIDENCE 🥳

Omega having to relive kamino being destroyed 😭💔

I PANICKED ITS PALPS 🙃

I hate that they twisted the whole thing so bad 😡😡😡

"I was following orders" well well well how the turn tables

the clones taking him away !!! it's like poetry, it rhymes 👌

Chuchi looked so defeated 😭😭😭

Omega hearing the introduction of stormtroopers ... I'm stuck in the foetal position forever 💔😫

Rex hating on palpatine hehe

"the fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us" AND THEY THINK ITS THEIR FAULT I HATE IT HERE 😫😭💔

"I will keep fighting for the clones" me too babes

I thought it was weird tbb just seemed to know Echo would go with Rex but it has taken me this long to realise they probably all discussed it while Omega was taking the data in 🙃😭

each of their lil moments with Echo 🥲

poor Omega probably blames Rex for Echo leaving 💔

"we're a squad" "we need you too" ...when I cry forever 😭

Omega literally jumping into his arms 🥺 and then wiping her tears away *screams into pillow*

the sad clone music I am in spain without the s

"keep an eye on them" ~ mom worrying about the kids

THE CROSSHAIR PARALELLS HELP-

and she's hugging Lula again 💔💔💔💔

I knew it'd be a bad idea to leave it all this close together I am gonna be an absolute wreck watching the s2 finale and going straight into s3 🙃

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bisexualfemalemess · 9 months

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*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*

Final episode. Oh, this is gonna kill me. Let’s go.

Poor ricky worrying about gina. HE WAS NOT HAVING DANI TRYNA JUMP IN LMAO. Ooh, there’s my babygirl G. Ricky being a supportive boyfriend, awww. EJ AS BOLTON, yasss. Gina wanted ricky to ask her to stay and he didn’t want to make the same mistake he did with nini, miscommunication trope, i hate it here. RICKY BOWEN IS A FUCKING MENACE. “hey, by the way, who the fuck are you guys?” Been asking myself this question for four years, we still don’t know. Awww, Ricky, baby. Ah, Monique coleman giving kourtney advice, aww cute. WISH WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ACTUAL THE BOYS ARE BACK SCENE. TIM, I’M UNDER YOUR BED. Ooh, rina paralleling troyella, babies. Why is everyone going to ej for advice lmao, even miss jenn. That boy is a freshman in college. Maddox is so pissed that ash and red could be back together. Madison knew hahha. MADLYN CONFESSION AND KISS, LET’S GO LESBIANS/ SAPPHICS! Also, the fact that ej carved their names into a tree, he knew since the beginning and was a supporter, 😂 Terri back off, gina’s already hesitant. Jealous ricky, awww. GINA JUST WALK AWAY, SHE’S SO GOOD, My gabriella fr. “Be good to her. Just please take care of her in New Zealand.” My boy loves her so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭. JENNZZARA ARE SO CUTE. NOT THE RINA LOOK EXCHANGE BEFORE MY BOY RICKY SINGS SCREAM. THEY’RE SO TROYELLA RN. Antoine is me. Aww not Benjamin touching his heart while watching miss jenn perform. JETNEY SCENE. MADDOX IS GOING TO NEW ZEALAND TOO WTF??? Aww, big red worrying about Ricky, such a good friendship. Ricky worrying about his future now that gina’s leaving. Rina right here, right now reprise version?! It work so well for them at this point in their story. My poor children, tim istg if they don’t get their happy end i’m suing. THE LOOK EXCHANGE AND GINAS SMILE AFTER THE SONG, DON’T MIND ME DYING ON THE FLOOR. HAHA MRS POTTER DID NOT LIKE THAT. WAIT ANTOINE IS ANDY??? WAIT ANDY AND RED???? ANOTHER RINA LOOK EXCHANGE DURING CURTAIN CALL, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! andy screaming is me. DEWEY IS A SOFTIE OMG. AND A RINA CHEEK KISS! Seb 😭😭😭. Gina, my movie star baby. Ooof ricky’s speech hit me where it hurts. I hate it here. ITS OVER KOURTNEY SHUT UP 😭😭😭😭. G OH SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS AND THE WAY RICKY LOOKED AT HER AND MOUTHED ‘wow’. He’s in such awe of her, my otp. Oof, gina’s speech also hit me where it hurts. Not her calling jet out when it comes to kourtney haha. THE WAY SHE WENT THROUGH THE PEOPLE ONE BY ONE OH AND WHAT SHE SAID TO RICKY OMG 😭😭😭 “But with you I feel so seen, and so understood and so known.” THATS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY I LOVE YOU, OH THEY DESTROY ME. I MEAN SHE LITERALLY SAID “this one is gonna kill me.” The way the camera couldn’t find ej 😂😂😂. MISS JENN IS THEIR MOTHER, GINA CONFIRMED. THE RINA HUG AFTER HER SPEECH TO HIM PLS I’M ON THE FLOOR. NOT ASHLYN FINDING OUT MADDOX HAS TO LEAVE TOO. I HATE IT HERE. RINA AND MADLYN ENDGAME PLS. OH THE WAY RICKY’S VOICR BROKE WHEN HE SAID “I DIDN’T SAY I LOVR YOU.” OOH GO FIND THAT GUITAR RICKY. Ooh mack’s not doing Romeo and Juliette, ha. GO TELL YOUR GIRL YOU LOVR HER RICKY, GET THE GIRL. OMG RICKY! “Am i too late?” Some things never change. RICKY. CONFESSING. HIS. LOVE. TO. GINA. WITH. A. SONG. IN. FRONT. OF. REPORTERS. HER MOM. ALL THEIR FRIENDS. THEIR TEACHERS. HER BOSS. DON’T MIND ME ON THE FLOOR SOBBING HYSTERICALLY. THE LYRICS??? ‘Cause i love you fells a lot like high school and forever after that.”STFU. EVERYONE JOINING IN 😭😭😭 RINA ENDGAME OMG. RINI LOVE CONFESSION COULD NEVER. ITS HIS FAVORITE HAT SHUT UP. STFU STFU STFU THE EMBROIDERY ON THE TAG STFU. “Just like me.” RINA ENDGAME. OMG GINA MOVED THE MOVIE TO SALT LAKE BEFORE RICKY EVER EVEN SHOWED UP, RINA ENDGAME FR. AWW MISS JENNS STAYING TOO. RINA FOREHEAD KISS SHUT UP! Ricky is such a good boyfriend, helping her down. Terri finally approves! Ha. MISS JENN AND MR MAZZARA FINALLY. GINA WEARING RICKYS JACKET AHHH, cuties. BORN TO BE BRAVE NAWW. LAST RINA CHEEK KISS, IM FINE 😭😭😭😭 AWW THEY WENT TO DENNY’S. What a nice nod to nini. Omg the post credit scene STOP IT RN.

Seblos endgame ✅

Jetney endgame ✅ (kinda)

Madlyn endgame ✅

Jennzzara endgame ✅

MOST IMPORTANTLY RINA ENDGAME ✅✅✅ THEY CALLED US DELUSIONAL BUT WE MADE IT RINAS. THIS SEASON WAS FOR US. THIS IS THE BEST DISNEY SHIP THEY WERE SO INSANE FOR A DISNEY SHIP, OMG. OTP FOREVER, Golden retriever boyfriend and black cat girlfriend fr.

Question; Are we all in agreement that ricky definitely took over as Romeo after mack left the movie???

#gina porter #hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #madlyn #jetney #seblos #jennzzara

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charrfie · 1 month

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howdy laika! for that ask game, spamton with 17, 22, 23, 24?

LONG POST INCOMING PLEASE READY YOURSELF

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

See this is a tricky question bc I wouldn't say I truly LIKE any spamton ships really; they all don't work for me for one reason or another. But I'm fine with seeing some* of them regardless because I do view a majority of them as having been a part of his history? Like him and swatch for example. I do not enjoy that ship or actively take part in it but do I think there was something going on there during spamtons big shot years??? Yeah. Do I have a problem with anyone that does enjoy it? No. Kind of a non-answer but it's the best I've got

* = "Some" excluding any addison ships (bc I personally view them as siblings) and also ones that aren't morally gross, obviously

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

OH BOY AM I A FIC READER. For the past month or so as my hyperfixation on spam has ramped up in severity again I've been trying to read every spamton centric fic that's ever been written and wow has it been a journey. So as for what I like!! The easiest answer to this is probably just the general statement of "when people write him how he is in canon." It's surprisingly rare to see him written in such a manner but is always a nice surprise when he is. Not only do I say this in relation to his character as a whole, but his speech patterns too! Which- admittedly- are extremely difficult to get the hang of! So I understand if people aren't super well versed in it and can't write him accurately in that manner. But it's my favorite thing ever when people do.

As for the second part of this question, I think the most glaring thing I hate when it comes to fics about him is just how often he's infantilized. It's SHOCKING how often it happens. Sure sure, he can be silly no doubt about it, but he's a grown man in his 40s and has experienced so much awful shit. Can we knock it off with treating him like he's a newborn or is stupid?? In the same breadth is when people make him excessively kind or sweet right off the bat... like is he not kind of an asshole??? I think its perfectly fine to embrace that fact; him being morally gray adds SO much to his character! Dare I say a lot of people who enjoy his character wouldn't have been intrigued by him without it, so I don't know why that element of his character is so often neglected. Same with his small moments of kindness/humanity; they wouldn't hit as hard if he was like that the whole time. Idk. I'm kind of picky about writing and literature so I have a lot to say sorry lol

23. Favorite picture of this character?

If we're talking about canon art of him only then I will forever be thinking about this gif of him. It makes me crazy. Same with this drawing toby did of him, you people have no idea the damage it does to me

If fan works are included... then this piece by @fatspamton is my absolute favorite picture of spamton EVER and it has been for the longest time, no question about it. It's exactly how I see him in my head and he looks so charming in it T_T <3 All of this artists spamton art (and other art/music too!!) is absolutely worth looking at if you ask me; the way he draws spam is unbelievably perfect, I think about all of its works of him very often :"^]

24. What other character from another fandom of yours reminds you of them?

Going to be honest I've been stumped on this one. I don't think I have any answer?? There's no guy that takes up my brain space which is similar enough to him for me to say in full confidence "yeah x is like him," sorry!

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS LOVE U #also to the artist whose works i included:#please let me know if youd like me to take down the actual picture and just leave the link to it up! ^_^#laika answers #should i put this under a read more. is it too long. lmk #long post #you can ask me about spamton and I do not shut up

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Sixteen years ago, software developer Jeremy Vaught created the Twitter handle @music to curate news and share stories about, obviously, music. Tens of thousands of Tweets later, he’d built a following of more than 11 million. Then, last week, Twitter—now rebranded as X—took the handle off him. An email from X, which Vaught posted to the platform, offered him no explanation but told him he could choose one of three other handles: @music123, @musicmusic, or @musiclover. All three were held by other users and so would presumably have to have been taken off them.

“It feels like this would be this forever thing where somebody's got their account taken and they were allowed to go take another one,” Vaught says. "Where would we end up? That'd be crazy."

He has since been assigned @musicfan.

The confiscation is entirely within X’s terms of service. As the company tries to turn itself into an everything app, from music to video to finance, it’s likely it will need to stake a claim to handles related to its new business lines. But unilaterally taking a popular handle off a user could be bad business and another demonstration of how X under Musk is stripping away the things that made Twitter, Twitter.

“I definitely think that it gives pause to building any sort of a brand on there,” Vaught says. "When you can't have any confidence that what you're working on is not just going to be taken away, that's huge."

The platform’s success was built on people, like Vaught, doing the work to build followings and create organic communities around shared interests. Heavy-handed land grabs on top of surging hate speech, shifting policies on verification, and, of course, the dropping of a globally recognized brand in favor of a letter, reinforce the feeling that Twitter is more and more becoming a place catering to a usership of one: Musk himself.

“It seems to me that he wants it to turn into a fanboy platform where people just go agree with him no matter what he says,” says Tim Fullerton, CEO of Fullerton Strategies and former VP of content marketing at WeWork. “There has been just this ongoing attack on the Twitter users that have made Twitter what it is. He doesn't respect the user base.”

Before purchasing Twitter, Musk was a super user of the platform, having tweeted some 19,000 times to an audience that now stands at 152 million. This meant that his experience on the app was likely radically different than that of most users—the average Twitter user has 707 followers, and many have no followers at all. On pre-Musk Twitter, about 80 percent of tweets came from just 10 percent of Twitter’s users.

Verification helped average users figure out who was worth following. Twitter invented the blue check mark (which now exists on other platforms like Instagram and TikTok to indicate a verified user) after the manager for the St. Louis Cardinals baseball team threatened to sue the platform over a parody account. From then onward, it was used to indicate the authentic accounts of public figures such as celebrities, journalists, and politicians, as well as brands or particularly large accounts (like @music).

Verified accounts “were the people who were producing the majority of the content that was driving more people to stay engaged and increasing the number of people who were using Twitter,” says Fullerton.

But to an influencer like Musk, a blue check was a valuable commodity. Who wouldn’t want to pay for it? So in December he launched Twitter Blue as a pay-to-play “verification” program, replacing the previous merit-based system.

It was, Fullerton says, the first step in its erosion of the communities that made it so popular.

According to a report from Similarweb, only 116,000 people signed up for the $8-a-month service in March. Less than 5 percent of the platform’s 300,000 legacy verified accounts have signed on to keep their blue ticks. Of the 444,435 users who signed up for Twitter Blue in its first month, about half have less than 1,000 followers, according to reporting from Mashable.

And for most users, removing verification has done away with a key visual shorthand that allows users to easily discern if the account or information they’re looking at is real. Firing most of the company’s trust and safety staff, the people who made and enforced the company’s policies around hate speech and misinformation, exacerbated the problem and made the platform increasingly unusable as a real-time source of information and news.

This week, Australia’s national broadcaster, ABC, became the latest large news organization to say it was leaving the platform over its “toxicity.”

For advertisers—still the largest source of X’s revenue—the growth of hate speech and misinformation is a major problem. In the first six months of Musk’s ownership, Twitter lost half of its advertising revenue.

Before, verified accounts and organizations were vetted by Twitter staff for authenticity and legitimacy. These accounts could drive conversation about certain topics, even without getting paid. The communities and engagement that they drove was part of what made Twitter attractive to advertisers.

“It's clear [formerly verified users] are not getting the traffic that they once did, because it's just a jumble and that's not what people want to see. They want to see the news. They want to see political people or sports,” says Fullerton. “When the Grammys or the Golden Globes or something like that happens, you're littering the feed with the RFK Jr.’s and all these awful right-wingers who used to be—rightly—banned.”

Musk has tried to entice influencers with a revenue-sharing program, which requires that users be verified to access. But, as Benedict Evans, an analyst and former partner at Andreessen Horowitz, pointed out in a tweet, confiscating the @music handle illustrated “essentially why no creator in their right minds would invest in Twitter’s monetization products.”

Research from Media Matters for America, a nonprofit watchdog group, found that the revenue-sharing program was cutting checks to right-wing conspiracy theorists. One user identified by MMA, Dom Lucre, regularly pushes QAnon conspiracy theories.

In December, shortly after taking over the platform, Musk announced that he would offer amnesty to accounts that had been previously banned from the platform, including right-wing influencers and Andrew Tate, who has been indicted for human trafficking. While these users may not be the ideal community for legacy users of Twitter, Bill Bergman, a lecturer in marketing at the Robins School of Business at the University of Richmond, suggests that perhaps Twitter’s current users are not the ones Musk is seeking to retain or draw in. “I get the impression Musk, with the direction it's going, doesn’t care what Bill Bergman, who has 400 followers, thinks, because Twitter as Bill Bergman knows it doesn’t exist anymore.” But what is coming next (except perhaps an ill-fated super-app) seems unclear.

And while his antics may have hurt Twitter’s brand, Bergman notes that the company is getting consistent if somewhat outsize coverage, a “pretty good” promotional strategy.

“Has he intimidated and upset all of the advertisers? Absolutely. Has he intimidated and upset all of our users that have been with this platform for 20 years? Absolutely,” says Bergman. “But he doesn’t seem to care about that.”

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🍊 88 IS DOUBLE HAPPINESS 🪭 88 IS DOUBLE WEALTH 🪭 88 IS DOUBLE FORTUNE 🍊 HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! 🐉🐲🧧🥮

FUCK NAZIS AND WHITE SUPREMACISTS. THE ONLY PLATFORM A NAZI NEEDS IS A PLATFORM FROM WHICH TO HURL ONESELF OFF OF. MY WORK AND WORDS ARE NOT FOR YOU OR THE PEOPLE WHO ASSOCIATE WITH YOU.

I don't normally draw stuff like this because it doesn't occur to me to want to do so. This came about because I've always had a very deep fascination with the number 88 and its place in Chinese beliefs. But 88 being used as a hate symbol in neonazi circles has always bothered me immensely, and I often feared my association with the number might cause others to think i'm a nazi.

i'm not scared anymore. i'm fucking chinese. 88 means fortune and good luck. no hatred is going to take that meaning away from us. 88 forever, fuck your hate speech, fuck your hate symbols, double happiness forever.

[inspired by a piece by @/unmarkedgrave from 2020 that's always been on my mind]

#cny 2024 #chinese new year #my art #year of the dragon #2024 #fuck nazis

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mod2amaryllis · 2 years

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...ok. i really didn't wanna admit this but it's driving me nuts and i have to go public.

........i did watch the r*ngs of p*wer NOW,,.

HANG ON. gimme a chance. so,

jose and i love lord of the rings. it was the first thing that brought us together. watching it with our highschool friends was our meetcute of "omggg u also have appendices memorized??😳!" i was convinced trop was gonna suck also fuck amazon but jose's the most give it a chance man on earth like this dude loves everything but he especially loves lotr. he will take whatever he gets. so i was like sigh.... ok. you're gonna watch it anyway, I'll sit in, I'll give it a chance. to support my husband who i adore.

it's important to me that you understand this. that i was, definitively, NOT hate watching. i was going in with as open a mind as i could muster. and guys?

that shit sucked so so fucking hard.

ita bad! it was really really so bad. and i had to acknowledge that, ok, we will never get another good lotr trilogy. the formula that enabled the lotr to be such a gorgeous passion project will never come together that perfectly ever ever again, so i don't really wanna compare it to that standard. but this was like.... just bad television. just deeply unlikable stuff.

as i slowly started to pick up hints that even my loves-everything husband was, thankfully, not enjoying himself, i prodded with a, "i think the actors are doing their best with very very little to go off of" and he considered this, nodding and admitting, "yeah it's just okay." this, from jose, is about as scathing as it gets.

right away, the writing. it's bad. at times unbearably so, ranging from bursting out in laughter at the middle school level moments of triumph to looking away with literal nausea at the emotional beats. it's like a group of 19 year old male business majors minoring in anthropology got together and competed to see who could write the most moving speech, and there's your script. every word, delivery, expression is like they're saying the most dire thing that's ever been said. sometimes you get attempts at friendly banter trying too hard for charm, or commonfolk wisdoms, but mostly it's so so so serious guysss this is SERIOUS definitely the stakes are soooo high can't you tell by the way the actors' jaws are always clenched? nothing in middle earth has ever been so serious.

there's a boy and his mother (who's embroiled in a human/elf romance that lacks any of the tender, captivating distance between aragorn and arwen, but based on the music, we're definitely supposed to think it's on level). at one point when things are, again, Getting Serious, and she's like remember when you used to have nightmares as a kid? remember what I'd say? I'd say: In the end, this shadow is but a small and passing thing. There is light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. Find the light, and the shadow will not find you. ok, 1) did you? did you say that whole thing to your kid? yeah i bet you did sure bronwyn, and 2) this illustrates the most annoying pattern in every filmed lotr property beyond the original trilogy, which is the attempt to top the original trilogy. oh did you like that thing gandalf said? then you're gonna LOVE A THIS.

and galadriel. ohh galadriel. they girlbossified galadriel so hard I'd call it character assassination. it's egregious. personally insulting. galadriel is an interesting and powerful character who's simultaneously ethereal, feminine, calm and soft with moments of fury. well the trop writers saw that they were like hang on... she can't be powerful AND gently feminine that doesn't make sense. no. she has to be PISSED the HELL off!!! she's not like other elves. she's tough, she's gonna show these BOYS how to sword fight. also there's a hot MAN she's gonna have DYNAMICS with because, can't stress this enough, she is not like other elves.

they keep trying to make another "into the West" or "edge of night" like SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WILL NEVER BE BILLY BOYD. YOU WANNA BE BILLY BOYD SO FUCKING BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. ENOUGH. the credits song on the final episode is just someone singing the one ring poem. literally. like it's the one ring to rule them all poem word for word set to a painfully obvious into the west copy.

there's so much more. and i swear on GOD i was trying to give it a chance. my mistake. i shouldn't have done that i was wrong i messed up by watching the r*ngs of p*wer i wish i could take it back.

but nobody else waste your search analytics. nobody investigate. just look at this tumblr post and know: it was as bad as you thought it'd be like don't even sweat it.

#genuinely the most annoying writing I've ever watched that's where I'll hang my hat #what is it called when every line wants to be a quote inside a Hallmark card?#m2a #god....do i tag this?#fuck it #lotr

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It would be... remarkably depressing if RWBY was cancelled post-Volume 8 but pre-Volume 9. I wouldn't put it past Warner Bros. Discovery, per se, given the number of finished/near-finished projects that they've canned recently, but thinking about the situation the world and our heroes are in post-Volume 8... whew, lordy.

A Kingdom lost forever. Two others still recovering with no reliable way of reaching out to offer assistance to anyone. Two Relics in Salem's hands. Our protagonists - including both team leaders - trapped in an alternate world. There is hope, but it's so small as to be horrendously bleak.

I think I mentioned in another ask that there's a part of me that would like a post-Volume 8 conclusion better without the Volume 9 trailer. Because I agree that yeah, either version of that ending is depressing as hell and, crucially, not what RWBY was aiming for. Wild theories aside, I don't think anyone can persuasively argue that RWBY is supposed to end with the heroes loosing and Salem successfully dooming the world. For all its missteps, RWBY does not have that vibe, is not deliberately forwarding that message, and it has never implied that it wants a grimm-dark conclusion.

But if we HAVE to end post-Volume 8, I would have preferred a story that (inadvertently) committed to the horror it's introduced rather than hinting at a bunch of hopeful ideas--Ruby meets a helpful mouse! The girls presumably reunite! There are new enemies to recruit! They'll inevitably return and face Salem again!--that we simply never get to see because the show is cancelled. It's certainly not what the show intends, but there is (to me) something compelling about such a bleak ending. I'm a fan of horror and tragedy in a general sense, but more than that, RWBY has been toeing a line it's been too afraid to commit to. Yang looses a limb, but they're not interested in exploring the complexities of that. There's world-wide racism, slave labor, and branded enemies, but that's all solved by the occasional speech. The heroes just spent two volumes rejecting compromise at every turn, doomed a kingdom, and one protagonist mercy-killed a fan-favorite by slitting her throat... and if we get Volume 9, all of that will no doubt be hand-waved away too. There's something compelling in getting an ending that unintentionally highlights all the things RT doesn't want to admit that they wrote. Oh look, the story ends with the heroes failing spectacularly because of all the stupid decisions they've made lately, validating every fan who has gone, "They're making really stupid decisions lately." There's no longer any retcons, plot armor, or straight up, incomprehensible writing decisions to "fix" what's been in the story for 5+ years now. I won't pretend a part of me isn't satisfied with an ending that actually follows what wound up on the screen: Yang dies making the same mistake she made with Adam because she never actually learned how to control her impulsive temper. The other girls die too because they're not nearly as powerful as they arrogantly thought and their desire to get by on Just Being The Good Guys resulted in the enemy (once again) one-upping them. The citizens all die in the desert because, as seen, our protagonists never thought through how to keep them safe. And Salem wins because she's an immortal witch and the heroes have done nothing in those five Volumes to figure out how to stop her. Of course she wins.

This ending makes sense. Not based on what RT wanted RWBY to be, but based on what they actually wrote.

But, of course, it's also an ending 99% of the fandom would hate. I only like it because I desire consistency in my storytelling. I don't want a depressing RWBY ending, I want a RWBY that makes sense... and unfortunately, right now, the writing has introduced so many inconsistencies and insurmountable obstacles that a bleak ending is the most persuasive. If RT had done the work from the beginning--figuring out if they wanted a light-hearted show or one seeped in trauma, crafting a villain our heroes were capable of beating, writing the girls as consistently empathetic, intelligent fighters who balanced strategy with strength--I would never even entertain the idea of being satisfied with ending the show now. But RWBY has gone on so long with so many problems that I can't help going, "You know what? Yeah, it would suck for most of the fandom and I'd feel really sorry for them all if that happened, but I'd personally be satisfied in a 'I was expecting so much less' sort of way."

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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wait on me // lance stroll

summary: the minute he met her, he knew she was his forever. now, when all the vows are said and done, he gets to make her his all over again. or, wedding night sex with lance.

authors note: ive had so much wedding fever lately, its the hopeless romantic in me. enjoy yourselves and expect more to come in the wedding saga because im tempted to do one of these for everybody.

also shoutout to @whorekneecentral for her take on the lance wedding night !!

first lets go back a little bit to the wedding itself

just imagine lance in a powder blue suit with a white button up

idk why but i have been obsessed with this idea

i imagine that he went suit shopping with alex who suggested it as a joke

and then lance tried it on and they were both like ‘damn. that actually looks really good’

so lance in powder blue

now for y/n’s dress

its simple, lacy and beautiful

and lance thinks that it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

although he thinks his new wife would look even better out of the dress

his eyes are glued to her the entire ceremony, a look of love plastered on his face

and then the first dance is where he starts to get a little handsy

the music is on, not an inch of space between their bodies

all y/n wants is to hold lance close, to make sure that the love of her life isn’t going anywhere

it starts out as sweet, romantic dancing

her head in the crook of his neck, his hands on her waist

a few gentle kisses here and there

and then his hand slowly starts to drop down the back of her dress

he has a cheeky grin on his face as y/n scolds him, his hand still gently resting on her ass before he kisses her again

they’re sitting at the table before the speeches begin, lance’s hand resting on her thigh as he whispers sweet nothings in a combination of hebrew and canadian french ( which sounds lame as hell when compared to regular french but ‘mon amour’ sounds great in any dialect )

all through alex’s best man speech, his hand never leaves y/n, running his fingers up and down her thigh, her head resting on his shoulder as she places her hand on top of lance’s.

“i really hate being the center of attention” she would remark quielty, to which lance finds himself chuckling as well

“i never really got used to it either. i hate attention.”

“why did you decide to become a hot shot race car driver then?”

she smells like bath and body works and wine

he smells like expensive cologne and cognac as he undoes his smart little bow tie, a bright smile on his face

when the reception ends, and bride and groom make their dramatic exit, they run off with one of lawrence’s classic ferraris , ‘just married’ painted on the back window

in washable paint, of course. like those whiteboard markers that are just for glass

lance’s sister found this adorable boutique hotel with one of those heart shaped beds

lance is the kind of guy that would carry his wife through the doorway and then accidentally bump into the wall

“i love you so much”

slow, deep kisses as they stand in the middle of the room, his hands wandering freely now that there’s no audience.

tries to seductively unbutton the dress but fails miserably because there are too many buttons and he can’t see a damn thing

both parties are giggling and a little tipsy as it takes the two of them almost twenty minutes to get the dress off

and then y/n insists on hanging it up so that the expensive fabric doesn’t wrinkle.

“i paid $1,500 for this dress, lance. i’m not ruining it.”

while y/n hangs up the dress, lance casts aside the suit jacket and undoes his white button up, lighting a few candles near the bed before he takes y/n by the hand and guides her towards the plush mattress,

taking in every inch of her body in the white lace lingerie before he kisses her again

“i can’t believe i get to spend the rest of my life loving you, y/n strulovitch.”

kissing every single inch of her body as he slowly undresses her

fingers laced together with arms pinned over her head as lance begins to slowly thrust into her, capturing the moans in a kiss

y/n’s legs curled tightly around his waist and hips, lance’s soft caress all over her body

foreheads resting against each other

this man is so in love its not even funny

one round where they’re on their sides facing each other, eye contact the entire time

one kiss for every deep, toe curling thrust

he definitely gets off on feeling the cool metal of y/n’s wedding band against his skin, knowing that she’s his forever now

definitely makes a serious attempt to stay at it all night, taking little breaks in between for breathing time and making out

he still thinks he’s dreaming, that he’s going to wake up in the morning in his monaco apartment and y/n will be gone

holding her tightly as they drift off to sleep, softly whispering in hebrew as she traces the tattoo on his ribcage with the tip of her ring finger

both are sore in the morning

and they sleep in so late that they almost miss their flight to greece, where they plan to spend their honeymoon

sebastian calls and yells at lance over the phone until the poor guy fully wakes up and remembers his flight leaves at noon, and then panic when he realizes it’s already ten a.m.

#lance stroll x reader #f1 headcanon #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #wedding saga bc there will defo be more #lance stroll #husband!lance

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I noticed something. Remember how Claude is supposed to have similar ideals to Edelgard? Well, in his supports there's his B+. It's available after Where the Goddess Dwells, just after Byleth fused with Sothis, meaning it can be unlocked during the very end of the Academy phase.

Claude: I've always hated the idea of praying to a god. After all, you can only really rely on yourself. I still believe that. You can't win a war by leaving your fate in the hands of a god.

Granted, Claude also says at the beginning of that support that he's beginning to become a bit of a believer, but that's not the part I'm talking about. “You can only really rely on yourself.” Compare this to Claude's S support, after the war.

Claude: You're the successor Rhea appointed, aren't you? And now you're also the hero who saved Fódlan. All those weak people who have nothing to cling to but their goddess... They'll rely on you just like they used to rely on Rhea. You'll be a leader all who are struggling to survive in war-torn lands can look up to. And I...I want a ruler who can lay down a new set of values for the people. Values that don't exclude anyone for being different. I know it's a lot to ask. But you're the only one who can do it.

“They'll rely on you just like they used to rely on Rhea.” Quite a change from “You can only really rely on yourself,” what's more he's relying on Byleth to help fulfill his ideals. He also gave a speech about winning by reaching out hands in friendship, after talking about leaving your fate in the hands of a god and him not believing in the existence of Gods according to his A support. And he's doing this for good reason, he is very frank about how there will be uprisings following the war during story scenes.

Claude: In any case, I'm prepared for the inevitable protests and criticism. New ways of doing things are always met with resistance.

And

Byleth: The Alliance Lords could divide the territory.

Claude: No, I don't think that would work. The western half of the continent has little connection to the Alliance. Any attempt to force dominion on them would breed rebellion. The world would slide back into war once again.

And we do know there is an uprising following Verdant Wind, but not Silver Snow or Azure Moon.

Byleth and Claude ending: After ascending the throne as the first leader of the United Kingdom of Fódlan, Byleth sought to rebuild the war-torn towns and villages and to help guide the reformation of the Church of Seiros. After a few months of peace, remnants of the Imperial army joined with those who slither in the dark and marched upon the capital city of Derdriu. The new kingdom lacked the power to repel the invaders, but when defeat seemed imminent, a battle cry rang out from the east. Claude, the newly-crowned King of Almyra, led a mighty army that broke through the rebel forces with ease. This show of solidarity forever altered the course of history, heralding a new age of unity.

It could very well be that since Byleth's forces are led by people from the Empire in Snow, the Imperial army was more accepting of them. Likewise, they could be more accepting of the Dimitri and the changes he intends to make (not to mention, having a stronger army). But to be taken by the Alliance, the weakest of the three countries and one the Empire has little connection to? It allowed TWSITD to make one last effort to win following the defeat of Nemesis. It seems to be solely because it's the Alliance that won, and would have been worse if Claude had taken control himself.

But more than that, Claude dislikes such oppression. When he faces Hubert in Enbarr, he says this:

Claude: It's over, lapdog. Your military rule is at its end.

The phrase “military rule” has always been weird to me. Seems clunky, and the fact that the first translations of the Nintendo Dream interview used it for hadou has always remained in my mind. It's the path of domination for the route that was intended not to be the Empire route but the conquest route. The rule of Edelgard in Verdant Wind is the same as what her rule in Safflower is supposed to lead to, and when I google military rule I get despotism. And Claude, well, in his support with Cyril he says this:

Claude: I swore I'd change this world so that those without status are no longer oppressed.

Claude is very much against oppression despite how Cyril said “I thought you were the kind of guy who'd smack down just about anybody if you needed to.” This seems to be a foil to Hilda's support with Claude in Hopes following him crowning himself as King of the Federation, where her impression of Claude basically amounted to his Houses' counterpart (and Hilda is supposedly very good at reading people, enough so she refuses to join Edelgard in Houses because of Edelgard's vibes). But that is a Claude in moral decline, while in Houses Claude talks about how if you get to know people, your preconceived notions about them would change.

Claude: Ha! I'll tell (Nader) you said that. And I'm sure that if all of you got to know him, all of your preconceived notions would change too. I know you guys, and you aren't the type of people to reject someone without trying to get to know them.

Claude meets with Rhea, learns about her past, and all of a sudden people relying on Byleth like they did to her is a good thing. Compare this to Edelgard keeping her prisioner for five years while still invading the rest of the continent, but then again Edelgard acknowledges in Hopes and is called out for in Houses that she chooses to ignore things she doesn't want to see like the suffering her war causes or the influence TWSITD had on the Empire. After all, it's spelled out to her by Dimitri that her ideals only benefit the strong and without something to fall back on the weak will suffer, to which Edelgard says if that happens it's the weak's fault for being too coddled.

Claude also works alongside the Church in this war, and after the war is willing to work with them to help bring Fodlan and Almyra together.

Claude and Flayn ending with Seteth alive: Entrusting the future of Fódlan to his friends, Claude left for Almyra to reclaim his place as heir to the throne. Several years later, when he became king, he took initial steps to open diplomatic relations with Fódlan, and asked Garreg Mach for aid. During this time, he was reunited with Flayn, who had been helping Seteth run the church. She agreed to help, and as they worked together to secure friendly relations between their respective regions, they fell deeply in love. It is said that Seteth never learned of their relationship.

Claude got to know Rhea and the Church and figured out that he was wrong about them. He, an athiest, was confronted with the fact that Sothis was real, viewed as a god, was killed, her children were killed, their blood used to give people Crests, their hearts and bones used to make Relics, and that Sothis resided in Byleth before giving Byleth her power and leaving. The person who Claude shakes hands with after defeating Nemesis has the power of a god. And this whole “getting to know people” thing has a bit more impact when you know the line that was omitted from Byleth's initial assessment of Claude. “He may be someone you can't let your guard down against.” Byleth was questioning if Claude was someone they could trust, and reliable allies is listed under their likes. But Byleth decided to teach the Golden Deer anyway, spent time with Claude, and as Claude opened up learned about him.

To fully understand Claude, you need to get to know him in his supports. Story scenes just won't cut it. Part of that means confronting that he's already undergone motive decay before you met him. His reason for coming to Fodlan wasn't to unite it, but to learn from it so that he could find a way to make Almyra more accepting of outsiders.

Claude: Just saying that doesn't achieve anything, though. I need to destroy the prejudices that have taken root in my homeland. That's why I came here, to see Fódlan with my own eyes. I thought I might be able to find a new perspective that could help me change things. And what did I find? That the people here view anyone who's an outsider as a beast of sorts. I was shocked. Even though our cultures and beliefs are completely different, our two lands have that much in common. That's when I realized the only way to change things is to bring the whole world together and start anew. That's the dream I've been working toward since I first entered the Officers Academy five years ago. To unify the Alliance, and then all of Fódlan, and to bring a new set of values to this new land of mine...After that, I'd expand that vision to the rest of the world. Break down the walls and let a new perspective come rushing in! Start all over!

The usage of “beasts” is interesting, considering Edelgard's views on the Children of the Goddess, beasts posing as humans who should be excluded from rule based on them not being human, but more importantly as well as Thales.

Thales: Ha. It is laughable that base animals such as you would bare fangs at the likes of us.

Claude: I may be a base animal, but I have strong allies. Do you think you can beat Teach and the Sword of the Creator?

(Considering TWSITD infiltrated and used the racist Western Church, could it be possible that they also played a role in the Eastern Church (who has no problem killing Rhea) and Southern Church, overseeing an Empire in moral decline, as well in order to spread their beliefs? Questions we will never know the answer to.)

The Buddhist symbolism seems to paint Claude's flame/poison as aversion or hatred, symbolized by snakes. Considering TWSITD also invoke snakes, they seem to be meant to be what could happen if Claude could become if his flame/poison went out of control. He'd be his own antithesis, like he is in Hopes where he's influenced by Shez, who is implied to be an Agarthan, into becoming King. Claude's own version of Safflower, his own Path of the Beast in contrast to Verdant Wind invoking Silver Snow's enlightenment symbolism. And Hopes!Claude says he could never be friends with Dimitri after Dimitri points out flaws in his plan.

Really make it feel like Verdant Wind is Claude's story.

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