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matrixbearer2024 · 3 months

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Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Direct aftermath to 'Muddled Morality' reader still doesn't know why they're special to Vox despite the fact literally everyone else can see it- poor TV man just wants to make you happy but he's genuinely so confused he doesn't know what to do with himself. Bro can't tell if we care in that way or not and he's just stuck HANGING- I love messing with them it's fuckin amazing HAHAHAHAHA-

A/N: Angel and Vox don't have the greatest of relationships at all- they're kind of just acquaintances and that's it. Then Reader got stuck in the mix and then it's all complicated XD. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this interlude and as always- happy reading!

You were just messing with your phone on one of the couches in the hotel lobby when a certain spider sat down next to you.

It made you finally look up from the screen and raise an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

That was when you realized his posture and tone.

Why was Angel nervous?

Well, nervous or worried, you couldn't tell between the two.

But that had caught your attention.

"Yeah Angel? What's up?"

"Did you uh- by chance say anything specific to Vox?"

By this point you'd nearly forgotten about your recent fight with the overlord.

After all, it's been nearly a week since that evening.

You never really stayed angry with someone for too long, unless they deserved it.

Or unless they just managed to piss you off anyway by existing.

Like a really weird and creepy deer-

But Angel's question made you remember the incident.

You and Vox had only exchanged texts ever since that night.

You didn't have the courage to ask him to visit, and you doubted he would've agreed to anyway.

At least he was still responding to your messages.

"Why? Did something happen? Did he do something to you?"

"What? No! No! He uhm... he's been stepping in when Val would get rough these past few days. Wouldn't explain why when I asked."

"Ha... He what?"

That took you by surprise.

You knew how stubborn and prideful the TV overlord could be.

But he actually listened to you?

Where was Vox and who the fuck replaced him-

"Well, yeah. But he never minded Valentino's treatment before. And when I asked-"

Angel never could understand how or why his boss was so easily placated by his flatscreen colleague.

That you had also unintentionally befriended and become extremely close with.

Did it have to do with the screens?

Moths did like blue light right?

Even then, watching the pimp temporarily leave the studio in a huff-

He didn't exactly believe that was just the case.

Not to mention the elephant in the room, why did Vox jump in?

He never did before-

So why now?

"I had that handled, thank you. Didn't think that you were sticking your head in the porn business now."

The overlord in question just tiredly rolled his eyes at the comment.

Wasn't he going to retort?

Not to mention, Angel noticed the guy giving him a subtle once-over.

It wasn't lustful like he expected either, as if Vox was seriously just checking if there were any injuries or issues.

Which was... weird???

"It's bad for the Vees image and brand if any press about Val's maltreatment gets out. Don't think about it too much."

That response just confused the spider more, especially when the guy just nonchalantly turned around and left!

Like, did he realize how odd he just was?!

All throughout the week he'd been interrupting, standing in between him and Valentino when these incidents would start.

And Vox's answer was always the same.

So Angel figured he'd do the next best thing since there was no getting an answer out of the TV demon.

He'd go to you instead.

"Then he would just walk out like nothing happened?!"

You couldn't help the small smile on your face when the pornstar next to you retold his story.

Of course Vox would pull up such a generic answer.

He had a persona to uphold with his empire and everything after all.

Still, you knew better than to believe he simply started caring.

This wasn't a fairytale.

You looked over at your phone with a small smile, typing a quick message to a certain someone.

When Vox saw his phone buzz with another message from you, he was surprised to see just two words and a heart emoticon.

"Thank you."

It didn't immediately connect for the overlord what you could be thanking him for.

Especially when his mind was still blitzing about work.

Was it a favor you'd asked of him?

Did you mention anything earlier??

Was this about something he mentioned earlier???

He stared at his phone for a little while trying to piece together the puzzle when everything suddenly fell into place.

Oh.

Maybe he should've realized it sooner.

"Is this about Angel?"

"Yeah, I'm glad you listened to me. What made you change your mind?"

You did.

He immediately deleted that reply, only barely catching himself before hitting send.

Fuck.

That was close.

Too close actually.

"Just some concerns I had about any information leaking to the media. Don't really wanna deal with any bad press at the moment."

You knew that reply was bullshit, Vox controlled all the media.

Well, him and Velvette more or less.

And he could use his hypnosis to make the reporters forget any scandals if they ever did happen anyway.

This wasn't anything that should've been of concern to him.

But you could play his game.

"Well, thanks anyhow. I know you didn't need to put in that extra effort."

"It's nothing much. Anyway, did you need anything else?"

Your smile just grew a little bigger at his concern.

You didn't mind the unique treatment.

It made you feel all the more special when it came to your overlord companion.

"Nah, unless you wanna come over? Charlie wants to have a game night and I need allies against smiles. I'm not letting his old ass beat me again in monopoly."

Vox couldn't stop the grin forming when he read your message.

He didn't necessarily help Angel Dust because he cared-

Honestly he didn't, but he cared about you.

And it really didn't sit right that he'd made you upset because of his inaction.

As much as he tried to brush the feeling off, it kept looming over like a cloud that wouldn't go away.

Your brief text exchanges and cold messages didn't really help.

So Vox eventually caved in anyway and did as you asked.

Well, more like indirectly hinted at given what you were angry about-

At this point, anyone who knew the both of you was aware that the overlord you befriended was not above giving you the sun and the stars if he could.

All you needed to do was ask.

Vox let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing a hand over his screen.

He was getting soft.

"Sure doll, I'll see you later."

But he found that he didn't really mind.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #vox #get off my screen series #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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lvrdrafts · 10 months

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Rescued by Love Final

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

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The air in the room was heavy with tension, each heartbeat echoing the weight of their unspoken words. Bucky's eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and hope as he looked at you, his heart laid bare.

"Y/N, please," he implored, his voice a soft plea that seemed to hang in the air. "I know I fucked up and I can't change the past, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes pleading for you to reconsider. "Please don't do this. I know I can be better for you."

Your eyes met his, a mixture of pain and indifference clouding your gaze. "Bucky, you don't understand. This arrangement was forced, and I've tried to find something worthwhile within it. I really did. We both knew it was poison from the start"

He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of your hand as if reaching for a lifeline. " Angel, I want to fix this- build something better for us."

A humorless laugh escaped your lips, the bitterness in your voice unmistakable. "You're missing the point, Bucky. This isn't some fairytale where we can just fix the mistakes and forget the bad things prince charming did"

Bucky's grip on your hand tightened his voice a mix of sorrow and urgency. "Please, Y/N, let me show you that I can change, that there's still a chance for us."

You pulled your hand away from his, your voice resolute as you held your ground. "Bucky, stop your just hurting me more the more you talk. It's time for me to break free from this cycle of being someone no one cares about, please"

Your gaze met his, a tempest of pain and skepticism swirling within you. "Bucky, every word that left your lips was a lie. You left me feeling foolish for ever believing you were different." you say walking towards the door "Don't wait up, I need time to think about this"

Hours turned to night, and then into a new day. The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon by the time you returned to the place that had once held only pain. In your hand, you held a document that represented the finality you sought – the divorce papers.

Bucky's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you, holding his coffee tightly. He must have sensed the gravity of the moment, the weight of your decision. Silence hung in the air for a moment, the room seemingly holding its breath.

You walked closer, each step deliberate, your gaze locked onto his. His features, once so familiar, now seemed distant and foreign. The air was tense, like a taut wire about to snap.

"I've made up my mind, Bucky," your voice was steady, but the undercurrent of emotion was palpable. "This is the only way to move forward."

His eyes locked onto yours, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination. "Please, sweetheart, let's not give up on what we had. I'm ready to fight for us, to demonstrate that change is possible."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, your heart fortified against their release. You didn't want to show him pain so you stayed strong "Bucky, you're in too deep".

You hand him the pen "Please if you care for me so much then sign it"

Without a word, Bucky reached for a pen, his hand trembling as he signed his name on the divorce papers. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you that is all I ever wanted to do, that's why I wanted this marriage," Bucky says as the tears fall down his eyes.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't get the divorce papers sooner, your protection is torture," you say calmly walking to your room to take your belongings. It felt like deja vu yet this time you were happy it was repeating. This time you had control of your life no one else.

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norahastuff · 1 year

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There’s a lot to like about The Winchesters, but I think one of the reasons it hits so hard for me is that it solves my biggest problem with the finale. Personally, I don’t have a problem with tragic endings. The season 5 finale of Spn has a tragic ending, and I think it’s a wonderful feat of storytelling. Aside from the fact that 15x20 tried to pretend it wasn’t tragic and tried to make it seem like Sam and Dean standing alone on a bridge in Heaven was a happy ending, what I hated most about the finale was they had to flatten Dean into a two-dimensional caricature of himself to do it. Aside from maybe the revelation that Dean stood outside Sam’s apartment at Stanford for hours trying to psych himself up to go in because he was nervous Sam would turn him away, there was no moment in the episode that Dean felt like the complex, nuanced character we had come to know and love over the past 15 seasons. He had no desires or characterisation beyond pie, car and Sammy. There was no sign of all the growth we’ve seen from him, no hint of his own needs, wants or sense of self. I mean, he wasn’t even allowed to interact with his own heaven before Sam showed up. Even after his death, he was never allowed to have anything that was just his.

Look, I’ve said all this a hundred times before – if you look at my 15x20 tag, it’s basically just this sentiment repeated over and over again – so why am I saying it again now? Well, because The Winchesters is fixing that. The mission Dean is on is all his. It’s not about Sam, or pie or whatever surface level bullshit that finale tried to boil Dean down to. He’s going back to the past, he’s meddling in something insane because he sees value in it, and in the process going on a journey to understand himself better. His narration makes it pretty clear that through this quest he’s learning to contextualise his own life and feelings better. The past presents the future, after all (full disclosure, that’s an Ugly Betty episode title that I just really loved and use far too often in casual conversation), and one of the biggest hang ups in Dean’s life was that he was given this mythologised version of events and expected to believe them. Mary was this perfect saintly mother who sat at home baking cookies all day before she was brutally, and through no fault of her own, ripped away from them. John was the perfect mild-mannered husband and father who only slid into anger and obsession after he lost his perfect wife.

Eventually Dean realises that none of that is true. Mary couldn’t cook. She was a hunter. She was involved in the circumstances that brought about her own death. She was a complicated person, and in the end he got the chance to see that knowing the real her, flaws and all, was infinitely superior to believing the white-washed fairytale about the perfect martyr that John created after she died. There’s also the fact that John was never the perfect husband or father, even before Mary’s death. We get maybe one reference to that in Spn, how in Dean’s heaven in season 5 he remembers John and Mary fighting and John moving out for a few days, but not much else. The focus is very much on how John turned into a neglectful parent and an angry man after Mary’s death. But The Winchesters is working hard to dispel that lie. John always had this anger in him. Mary even calls him out multiple times on how he’s using her and their relationship as an excuse to avoid his issues. She straight up uses those words. There are also references to how raising your kids to be soldiers and being their drill sergeant rather than their parent is one of the worst things a parent can do to their child.

Anyway, as interesting as it is to see all these things addressed in the Spn universe, what’s so damn satisfying is seeing Dean realise it. Dean’s on a mission to learn more about his past. To understand that our parents and where we come from shapes and moulds the people we become, but it doesn’t have to define us forever if we don’t let it. By accepting his past and finding out the truth about who his parents truly were, he can accept himself and move forward, free of whatever baggage that had been dragging him down for so much of his life.

And the greatest part about all of this, is that Dean’s the one driving this story. It’s not God, or his father or even his duty to take care of Sam which dictated so much of his life and his choices before. This is about Dean’s choices and who he is as a person and what he wants. It’s funny because as little as we saw John Winchester in season 1 of Spn, he was very much the spectre hanging over the story, and the search to find him is what drove much of the plot throughout the season. Much of what his sons were doing was in reaction to him. And now in The Winchesters, Dean himself is the spectre that’s been hanging over the season. He’s the one making the big moves and steering the action. He’s the one everyone, friend and foe alike, is looking for. He’s the one who gave John the note and put this whole thing into motion. After the ending of Spn took away so much of his agency and everything that makes Dean Dean, he’s finally getting it back and then some.

I’m excited to see how the season’s going to end, but I’ll forever be happy that this show gave us Dean being his own person again. He’s the one picking the music this time.

#the winchesters #spnwin #my spn thoughts

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animezinglife · 5 months

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I think what draws me in and completely captivates me with Once Upon a Broken Heart is the sheer, unapologetic fantasy of it all and the equally unapologetic appeal to the hopeless romantic in so many of us.

I actually find it refreshing that Evangeline is a little naive, but that that naïveté comes from that wish for and willingness to find a happily-ever-after. She IS very much that fairytale heroine who gets tossed into one scenario after another, but there’s always a very genuine (in my opinion) sense of love and hope flooding through her.

She won’t appeal to everyone, but she’s also not the ditzy, helpless protagonist I think some would make her out to be. She’s a believer in love. She’s getting a rather tumultuous crash course in what love is through her misguided deal with Jacks.

It’s not the fairytale romance with a prince or a first love.

It’s not something that ends once she has it.

Happiness is something she constantly has to work for. It takes gambles and risks. It’s messy and not always easy to understand. It’s a double-edged sword. It can both uplift and betray you; warm your heart and break it.

She’s learning. She’s growing. She’s figuring out what she wants; what it means and feels like to fall in love and fight for it.

I love too that Jacks genuinely is a trickster. He’s downright diabolical at times and Evangeline is never naive enough to think she can change that. She holds herself accountable for feeling too much for him or expecting him to act like her friend, husband, or lover. He’s not an easy person to love. He’s very obviously not fully human and can be hard to understand.

Yet she’s genuinely seeing that other, more human side of him when he doesn’t retreat from it. That side that’s capable of love and has fallen in love with her (which the readers can see much more clearly). She’s not misguided in her conflicted feelings. She just keeps moving forward with the directions her life takes her. She still believes in love. She still wants to believe in happily ever afters.

She’s learning that none of those things are easy and that they can constantly evolve.

I think a lot of women regardless of age can probably relate to just how much she’s learning about herself through this all.

I know I can.

Evangeline is a softer kind of heroine. She has a gentler strength and resolve. She doesn’t always make good or smart decisions, but she also doesn’t claim to.

She’s not a complicated protagonist. This isn’t going to win any awards for the most complex, intellectually stimulating, insightful narrative of all time or any esteemed awards in terms of craft.

But honestly? I love Evangeline, and I love these books. She’s kind of the embodiment of optimism and hopeful love, and she refuses to break. She’s kind and caring.

She’s that part of so many of us I think we tend to push aside or bury as we get older and more jaded on love.

A certain quote comes to mind about being old enough to read fairytales again. I think sometimes, that can also mean being gentle and nonjudgmental towards our own hopeless, inner romantics and that wish for something better that somehow keeps us going.

#evangeline fox #once upon a broken heart #evajacks #stephanie garber #fairytales #30 and thriving #bookblr #I spent more than enough time in academia #with all the bitterness and taking oneself too seriously #this is kind of a love letter to not doing so #the ballad of never after

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romancefranaticstay · 3 months

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·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ꧁✴ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉? ✴ ꧂ ♫♪♩·.¸¸.· PART 2

Part 1: here

••¤(`×[¤ 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞: angsty, fluff, smut ¤]×´)¤••

••.•´¯•.•• WARNING: SMUT ••.•´¯•.••

╰┈➤ ❝ [A⋆b⋆o⋆u⋆t] ❞:

You are secretly in love with a popular boy at your school. His name is Lee Know. He is your crush for about 2 years. This year you wanted to make a move, every fairytale has a happy ending, will yours to?

••¤(`×[¤ A/N ¤]×´)¤•• <I made this v▪e▪r▪y angsty>

!!!THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!

Part 1 ---> here

You were still in the bathroom. You locked yourself up again in the stall. You were sitting there looking at the letter which was ripped apart. All that work, all that love you put in it. Ripped apart infront of you. Tears rolling from your cheek.

'Y/N?'

you heard from a distance someone calling your name.

'Y/N!'

You heard the door from the restroom open.

'Y/N? Are you in there?'

no answer.

'Y/N, is everything okay?' it was Amaray's voice.

You slide the letter and popsicle under the door.

'Oww, Y/N.' she says silently.

'Y/N, did he hurt your feelings?'

You open the door. Amaray saw your red eyes and all the tears that rolled down your cheek.

'Y/N. Come here.' she opened her arms and you hugged her.

'I d-don't understand.'

'Shhh, you want to talk about it?'

you just hugged her tighly.

'What happend here?' Lisa stormed in.

'Oh no, Y/N. Did that bastard hurt you?'

you nod.

Lisa ran and hugged you also.

'We were looking for you.'

'T-thanks.' you smile softly.

'I know its the wrong timing but math is going to start... But we always can skip school.'

'No-o you guys, you should go.'

'We aren't leaving you alone. We aren't going to use math anyway.'

'Lets just some slush, and let you calm down, okay?'

you nod.

'Wait.' Lisa took a tissue and wiped your tears away.

'I hate to see you like this, but we will try to make you smile.'

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You three were walking around with your slush.

They asked you what happend and you told them everything. It helped you a bit to let the steam go.

'I am not going to school tommorow.'

'Will that help?'

'I-i, i don't know.'

'Look just do what you think will help you.'

'Yeah, we will come over and if you need something give use a call.'

'Thank you , you guys.'

'As long as your happy, Y/N.'

'But just to ask, can we tell the others?'

'The others?'

'Yeah you know, Han and I.N.'

'I.N, but not Han, please.'

'Okay, we promise we won't tell Han.'

'I am going home.'

'We will bring you there.'

'Yeah, like girlie, everyone would want to kidnap you!'

you giggle a bit.

'Omg you just saw that Amaray?!'

'I did.' she smirked.

'You giggled! Aww, there is that smile of yours.'

They pinched your cheek.

'Stop-ahhh, stop it.'

'Stob it.'

you all laughed.

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'Thank you guys. Bye you two.'

'If you need something call use immediatly!'

'Yeah, and if you need someone to get destroyed, call use.'

'I will surely do.'

They both left.

You told your parents you weren't feeling well. They believed you because you were looking pale and your eyes were very red.

Ofcourse they didn't know it was because of all the crying...

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You were sleeping the hole day long. Sometime's your mom brought you soup or some fresh water. You looked at your phone and some messages from your friends showed up.

You did deserve better, but you wanted to deserve Lee Know. You don't know why you still thought about him. You don't know...

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You were feeling a little bit better, a tiny tiny bit bitter. You had tissue's everywhere from all the 'sickness'. Ofcourse you cried everytime you could.

You started to mentally prepare yourself for school, how to act. Because everybody knew about it. Lee Know was popular, so every situations were he has a role, has been spread.

You had some plans in mind.

Focusing on styding and ignoring them.

Hiding in the bathroom during break.

Ignoring everyone and become a loner.

Changing schools.

This seems a bit dramatic ofcourse, but they don't understand how it felt that day.

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You got a bit active. Your parents went off to work, so you decided to wander around a park.

The park was kinda old, so nobody really went there. You never understood why, it was so beautifull.

The pink trees, with their beautifull flowers. The prettiest things never get regonized. Its so weird to think about it.

You decided to sit under a tree. You had your book with you.

Suddenly you heard some movements. You ignored the footsteps.

You heard many notifications from your phone.

<Gurll-, drama at school>

What did it matter he broke with his girlfriend? He would problaby hook up with another chick.

You were bothered by these messages, so you turned your phone off.

You saw a person from a distance. You couldn't regonize the person.

You decided to leave, you took your stuff with you. You started to walk around the lake. You turned your face around to look behind you.

You got a mini-heartattack for a second. That person was walking behind you. Close enough to be scared, far enough to wonder.

You started to walk faster.

The person behind you started to walk faster to.

You had enough from it, so you started to run. You ran towards the big flower field. You looked around and saw that the person was running towards you. You were wearing a dress, so it was very hard to run in it.

What should i do?

What if its a murderer?

You felt a pair of hands on your waist. You tried to ran, but the person was very strong.

Suddenly you both fell into the flowers and the person turned you around.

It was .... Lee Know

'What the hell are you doing?'

He took one of your hands and start kissing it.

'Let go off me!' you slapped him across the face.

'I wanted to see you.'

'Why?'

'Because you didn't came to school.'

'How you know i was there?'

'No questions.'

'No questions?! How you know i was there.'

'Because i always knew.'

'How?'

'Because i always saw you there.'

'Let me go, i don't want to see you.'

'I broke up, for you.'

'You think that will make everything alright?!'

'I just, i just thought, that..'

'You thought wrong. Thats what it is.'

'You don't even love me don't you.'

'Who said that.'

'Nobody, i just know.'

'You know Lee Know, better than i know?'

'Exactly.'

'I can show you how much i love love.'

'W-what.'

'You don't want to?'

'I-i mean... not that i say no... but like..'

he cutted you of by kissing you full with passion.

You putted your arms around his neck to deepener the kiss.

You two kissed untill you were out of breath. He rested his forehead against yours. The way he stared straight into your eyes, made you a bit dizzy.

He softly touched your cheek which was burning.

You undid the buttons of his shirt.

Dam, he has some abs. you thought

He zipped your dress open, and he unclipped your bra. You started to undo his belt and pull his pants off.

Everything went quite fast because you two were hella horny.

He kissed your collarbone and your naked shoulder.

His hand went into your panties and started to rub your wet clit.

You tried to hold in your moans.

'Let me hear your music, kitten.'

He started to rub faster, so you couldn't hold any longer. You started to moan loudly.

'Oh -my, fu- knowie.'

You started to go also in his pants. You took his lenght and start rubbing him up and down.

He groaned loudly.

'You like that don't you.' you smirked.

'Fuck y/n.' he moaned.

Suddenly he pinned you down the flowers.

Your panties were alreaddy down and your entrance was alreaddy wet.

He placed himself against your entrance and snapped into you.

You letted out a moan, your hands still interwined together. His eyes never looking away.

His pace got faster and faster. It felt like your heart could stop any moment, because of this heat your feeling.

You throw your head back in the flowers.

'I-, cum.'

He smirked at you. Your hands wandering in his hair. His pace stopped for a second.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you wildly. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. Your tongues interwining with eachother.

He picked up his pace again.

This is going to be the end of you.

You couldn't hold it any longer.

'I n-nee-d to cum.'

you both came on the same moment. His forehead rested on yours. His arms holding you tight into the flowers.

'I love you so much, kitten.'

'As much as all these flowers?'

'More, baby. Much more.'

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dayonnight · 6 months

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Eremin ♡ Headcanons

Eremin won the poll and that means headcanons of them! This are my own, so like, i hope some of you like them haha

🐚 Canon timeline 🕊

🕊 Eren is used to give Armin his clothes, like, everytime Armin looks slightly cold Eren will take off his jacket, his gloves, anything extra he has and put it on Armin's shoulder.

🐚 While Armin is a more into mechanical stuff, he enjoys writing sometimes, he writes small poems that hides because he is embarrassed of them. Eren discovers them one day when they were playing and loved them, after that, Armin always gives Eren the small poems that he writes. "Is like if i have a part of you with me all the time".

🕊 They were their first kiss, mostly because Armin read about kissing in a fairytale and Eren was curious because he saw his parents kiss, so they tried it themselves.

🐚 For a few months, Armin was taller than Eren and seemed really happy about it, even when Eren didn't because he is supposed to be the tall strong knight of Armin. It didn't last because Eren also got his own growth.

🐚 Eren believes that he is the "boss" in the relationship, but if Armin tells him to stand, shut up, walk or even stop, he will obey instantly.

🕊 Sometimes Eren would be able to see Armin through the window of his home, those times he will run to the door or (If the window was open) directly throw himself out of the window and jump to get near Armin. He stopped only when Armin told him to.

🐚 Armin is the most "rebel" of both, like, he didn't cared about the prohibition of knowledge about the outside world when he found the book, did he?

🕊 Sometimes, Eren will copy some of the drawings in the book with stick versions of Armin and himself in them, as if they were exploring, and gift the drawings to Armin.

🕊 Eren will never let go the key that his father gave him (besides when Erwin took it after his first transformation), mostly because is the only thing left of his home. However, Armin is the only one he will let have it, like, during titan training he lefts it with him just in case.

🐚 Their love language is physical love, words of affirmation and gifts, literally any gift, Eren would give Armin cool rocks that he founds and Armin will give Eren feathers and flowers.

🕊 When they joined the cadets, do you know who was Eren the most jealous of? Marco, because Marco was smart and liked the same things that Armin, so they spent a lot of time talking and bonding over that, and Eren got jealous.

🐚 Eren began to read more just to have an excuse to talk with Armin, sometimes it worked, others at least he got Armin to explain him more of the books so it was still a win.

🕊 Eren loves Armin's eyes so much, anytime they spend a long time separated, he just stares at the sky because Armin's eyes always reminded him of the sky.

🐚 Armin admires Eren a lot, he is brave, strong and always so determined to make what he wants. Is hard for him to understand why someone like Eren would love him the same way he does.

🕊 They like to spend their free time just cuddling and comforting each other with affirmation words.

🐚 Eren will hype Armin for literally anything, and Armin gets flustered over that because now everyone is staring, that's why we didn't saw Armin's first try with the odm equipment, it would only be 10 minutes of Eren yelling and cheering Armin.

🕊 Everyone knows they are dating, they aren't that subtle. They still got shocked when discovered that everyone already knew of them.

🐚 Armin is really lightweight, so everytime Eren can, he will lift up Armin in his arms.

🕊 Armin's puppy-eyes might be the most powerful force in the planet (Everyone will do as he asks), but Eren's puppy-eyes are Armin's only weakness, so sadly, Eren only hears the word "No" whenever Armin isn't around.

🐚 Do not separate for a long time! Eren will get cranky and Armin will doubt himself if you do.

🕊 Armin has dreamed of marrying Eren, Eren has too, but they are too shy to talk about it with each other.

🐚 Eren is a big hypocrite, he complains of others couples having PDA in public, but he will do the same with Armin.

🕊 Titan Eren will mostly listen to Armin, sometimes only to him, which force Hange to bring Armin to the titan training constantly.

🐚 When Eren showed Armin the world in the Paths, it wasn't only something of one moment, they spent literal years talking and exploring an empty world.

🕊 Eren almost cried when he heard Armin's screams to himself, he knows Armin never really loved himself, but hearing how much hate he had for himself made him upset.

🐚 They have all eternity to be together, if not in Hell, then in other lives.

#armin arlert #eren yeager #eremin #i will make more parts because i wanna talk of modern eremin and a actor au or i will die #attack on titan #aot #my headcanons uwu

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calliesmemes · 3 months

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THE PAST ON STAGE IN SCRIPT AND SONG

A COMPILATION OF LYRICS AND QUOTATIONS FROM VARIOUS STAGE PRODUCTIONS WITH HISTORICAL SETTINGS OR STORYLINES.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

I. HAMILTON

“ He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid. ”

“ Talk less; smile more. ”

“ If you stand for nothing, what will you fall for? ”

“ I imagine death so much it feels just like a memory. ”

“ I will lay down my life if it sets us free. ”

“ You want a revolution? I want a revelation. ”

“ Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ”

“ It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ”

“ You’ll remember you belong to me. ”

“ When push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ”

“ Have I done something wrong? ”

“ Dying is easy; living is harder. ”

“ But what do we have in common? ”

“ I’m about to change your life. ”

“ I will never understand you. ”

“ Don’t do a thing. History will prove him wrong. ”

“ I can’t disobey direct orders. ”

“ History has its eyes on you. ”

“ Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ”

“ They are asking me to lead. I am doing the best I can. ”

“ I’ve nowhere else to turn. ”

“ Turn around, bend over; I’ll show you where my shoe fits! ”

“ Every action has an equal opposite reaction. ”

“ Try not to crack under the stress. ”

“ This prick is asking for someone to bring him to task! ”

“ See how he lies? ”

“ You can finally speak your mind! ”

“ They will tear him into pieces! ”

“ As long as he can hold a pen, he’s a threat. ”

“ This is the only way I can protect my legacy. ”

“ That’s one less thing to worry about. ”

“ I came as soon as I heard. ”

“ I will choose her happiness over mine every time. ”

“ Be careful with that one; he will do what it takes to survive. ”

“ I’m erasing myself from the narrative. ”

“ You forfeit all rights to my heart. ”

“ I hope that you burn. ”

“ This man has poisoned my political pursuits! ”

“ Your last chance to negotiate. ”

“ It's him or me, the world will never be the same. ”

“ This man will not make an orphan of my daughter! ”

“ Legacy, what is a legacy? ”

“ Teach me how to say goodbye. ”

“ History obliterates, in every picture it paints. ”

“ I survived, but I paid for it. ”

“ You have no control over who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ”

“ Can I show you what I’m proudest of? ”

“ Oh, I can’t wait to see you again. ”

II. THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

“ Please promise me you’ll try. ”

“ Where in the world have you been hiding? ”

“ You did well. He will be pleased. ”

“ It frightens me. ”

“ Don’t be frightened. ”

“ Insolent boy! ”

“ My power over you grows stronger yet. ”

“ Now you cannot ever be free! ”

“ So, it is to be war between us! ”

“ We'll be safe there. ”

“ I can't escape from him . . . I never will . . . ”

“ Don't take me back there! ”

“ All I want is freedom. ”

“ I'm here, nothing can harm you. ”

“ You’re safe; no one will find you. ”

“ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ”

“ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ”

“ I don’t want any part in this plot! ”

“ If he finds me, it won’t ever end. ”

“ Every hope and every prayer rests on you now. ”

“ You've already succumbed to me. ”

“ No second thoughts, you've decided. ”

“ I had rather hoped that you would come. ”

III. ANASTASIA

“ Wherever I go, you’ll always be with me. ”

“ Do you believe in fairytales? ”

“ It’s risky, but not more than usual. ”

“ I don’t know a thing before that. ”

“ You don’t know what it’s like not to know who you are. ”

“ I see flashes of fire, and hear the echoes of screams. ”

“ We’ve lots and lots to teach you, and the time is going fast. ”

“ Pull yourself together, and you’ll pull through it! ”

“ I don’t like being contradicted! ”

“ You have courage and strength you barely know. ”

“ They would kill you without hesitation. ”

“ Everyone imagines being someone else; I’m no different. ”

“ Be very careful what you say. ”

“ I heard the screams, but it’s the silence after that I remember most. ”

“ I believe he did a proud and vital task. ”

“ A revolution is a simple thing. ”

“ Your eyes. A man could look right into them. ”

“ Want to see what else I can do? ”

“ My father used to bring me here. ”

“ I’m not as strong as you think I am. ”

“ You were the only hope I had. ”

“ You’re the stubbornest person I’ve ever met! ”

“ Get a grip and take a deep breath. ”

“ We’ll be safe soon. ”

“ You put these ideas in my head. I’m beginning to think that they might be true. ”

“ You are all I know; you have raised me. ”

“ We’ll find them, never fear. ”

“ She’s nothing but a child. ”

“ I feel a strange connection I can’t allow. ”

“ I am nothing but a man, with nothing but his orders to fulfill. ”

“ Are you ready to be astonished? ”

“ If only I could lose hope entirely. ”

“ I won’t let you give up. ”

“ We are going to change history. ”

“ The voices keep coming back! ”

“ I began to wonder if you were ever going to pay me a compliment. ”

“ Do not come any closer! ”

“ I do not need reminding of what happened to my family! ”

“ I’m old and impatient. Kindness has become a luxury. ”

“ You’re clever. I’ll grant you that. ”

“ I have found solace in my bitterness. ”

“ Do you know what it means to lose everything? ”

“ It’s never too late to come home. ”

“ Do you think history wants you to have lived? ”

“ I am my father’s daughter. ”

“ I am my father’s son! ”

“ Be careful what a dream may bring! ”

IV. LES MISÉRABLES

“ I’ve done no wrong. ”

“ You’re standing in your grave. ”

“ They've all forgotten you. ”

“ Your time is up. ”

“ Do not forget my name. ”

“ In their eyes I see their fear. ”

“ Freedom is mine. ”

“ You broke the law. ”

“ Now every door is closed to me. ”

“ What we have, we have to share ”

“ Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. ”

“ I commend you for your duty. ”

“ My life was a war that could never be won. ”

“ I feel my shame inside me like a knife ”

“ Another story must begin. ”

“ Cheer up dearie, show a happy face. ”

“ I’ll kill you, you bastard. ”

“ If I stay silent, I am damned. ”

“ I swear to you, I will be there. ”

“ Crying at all is not allowed. ”

“ Like mother, like daughter. ”

“ Please do not send me out there alone. ”

“ I used to dream that I would meet a prince. ”

“ There are treacherous people about. ”

“ Don’t judge a girl on how she looks. ”

“ The time is near. ”

“ It is better than an opera! ”

“ It is time for us all to decide who we are. ”

“ Have you asked of yourself what’s the price you might pay? ”

“ What was right seems wrong, and what was wrong seems right. ”

“ Who cares about your lonely soul? ”

“ How can I live when we are parted? ”

“ My place is here, I fight with you! ”

“ You're here, that's all I need to know ”

“ Just hold me now, and let it be. ”

“ Though we may not all survive here, there are things that never die. ”

“ Come; time is running short. ”

“ I am the law and the law is not mocked! ”

“ Vengeance was his, and he gave me back my life. ”

“ There is nothing on earth that we share. ”

“ He gave me my life. He gave me freedom. ”

“ I should have perished by his hand. ”

“ Must I now begin to doubt what never doubted all those years? ”

“ My heart is stone and still it trembles. ”

V. 1776

“ There you are! ”

“ What in the hell are you all waiting for? ”

“ Oh, good god. ”

“ I’ve had enough of you! ”

“ Can’t we compromise here? ”

“ Will someone shut that man up? ”

“ It’s all quite simple, really. ”

“ Have you done as I asked? ”

“ I’m afraid we have a more urgent problem. ”

“ Damn it; this is no time for playing games! ”

“ Why don’t you give it up? Nobody listens to you. ”

“ You’re obnoxious and disliked. ”

“ What new intrigue are you cooking up? ”

“ That was the most revolting display I have ever witnessed. ”

“ It’s traditional. Even more, it is historical. ”

“ I wonder if I might speak to you for a moment in private. ”

“ How can anyone see you if you insist in standing in his shadow? ”

“ Your voice is hurting my foot. ”

“ What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a great man before? ”

“ I’m not certain whether representing the people means relying on their judgement or on my own. ”

“ There’s a question I’ve been fairly itching to ask you. ”

“ I’ve never seen, heard, nor smelled an issue that was so dangerous it couldn’t be talked about. ”

“ You are merely an agitator, disturbing the peace, creating disorder, endangering the public welfare! ”

“ Don’t let him deceive you! ”

“ Why the long face? ”

“ I have objections — I have lots of objections! ”

“ What is all that racket? ”

“ Do you mean to say that it is not yet finished? ”

“ I’ve forgotten the feel of your hand. ”

“ I am, as I ever was and ever shall be, yours. ”

“ Excuse me, madam, but we met last evening. ”

“ I won’t appear in the history books anyway. ”

“ All right, enough socializing. There’s work to be done. ”

“ When they hang you, perhaps you’ll put in a good word for the rest of us? ”

“ If I thought that we could win this war, I’d be at the front of your ranks. ”

“ What we do we do rationally. ”

“ Why begin, until we know that we can win? ”

“ If we cannot win, why bother to begin? ”

“ Most men with nothing would rather protect the possibility of becoming rich than face the reality of being poor. ”

“ You’ll give yourself an attack of apoplexy if you’re not careful! ”

“ This is a revolution, damn it! We’re going to have to offend somebody! ”

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memekais · 4 months

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daredevil sentence starters. s1ep6: condemned. feel free to change pronouns as needed!

interlock your fingers behind your head and get on your knees.

take care of him like we were told. no witnesses.

lying to that woman is impossible.

swear to god, that asshole knew i was a righty.

you find anyone alive, shoot 'em in the head.

that sounds pretty bad, but i don't speak asshole.

you got the wrong guy, i don't kill people. not even scumbags like you who deserve it.

and if i believe you and give you what you want to know... what do i get out of it?

oh, that explains it. the stabbing pain in my side.

i don't really go to the movies. i like records though.

don't let up... no matter how much he screams.

stay quiet, answer my questions or your night's gonna get a hell of a lot worse.

the world's a shitty place. you can quote me.

problems are just opportunities that haven't presented themselves.

if i didn't need you alive, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

so, you just stand there and let me die, huh? but you couldn't kill me yourself. is that where you draw the line?

you think you're different... from me? from him? but you'll get there. sooner or later... we all do, men like us.

right now, i'm your only shot at getting out of this building alive.

this is not how i die. this is not how it happens.

how's it feel, knowing your days passed? you're like the freaking dinosaurs, watching that big rock crashing into 'em.

i still got a few good stories in me.

i'm the closest he has to family. he'd do the same for me.

you've played the hero enough for one day. you're here and safe, so let's keep it that way, okay?

it was fun... watching you bleed.

you've been asking about me. i thought it was about time we spoke.

i want to save this city, like you... only on a scale that matters.

life is not a fairytale. not everyone deserves... a happy ending.

not that i don't admire what you're trying to do... to change the world... with nothing but desire in your own two hands, secure in the knowledge that you're doing the right thing, the only thing. that's something that i do understand. but we both can't have what we want. so your part in this drama, by necessity, comes to an end.

it's gonna take a lot more than a voice on a radio to stop me.

it's not me you need to worry about. it's the city you just blew the hell out of.

you're a child playing at being a hero.

i'm not trying to be a hero. i'm just a guy that got fed up with men like you and i decided to do something about it.

that's what makes you dangerous. it's not the mask. it's not the skills. it's your ideology. the lone man... who thinks he can make a difference.

i respect your conviction... even if it runs counter with my own.

keep telling yourself you've won. it'll make what i'm gonna do to you so much more satisfying.

general rule... guys who wear masks have something to hide, and it usually ain't good.

the moment you put on the mask, you got into a cage with animals. animals don't stop fighting. not until one of them is dead.

#rp meme #rp prompts #ask meme #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #rp sentence starters #prompts #meme

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cookiesncreamlover17 · 9 months

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Yandere!Barry Allen x Reader

A Yandere Alphabet, Part 6/60 (In Alphabetical Order)

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(The Songs Under The Yandere Characters Are The Songs That They Remind Me Of. They’re Strictly Going To Be From Taylor Swift.)(Hugeeee Swifty, If You Couldn’t Tell)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Sex, Cursing, Forced Contact, Hyperventilating, And Kidnap

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,588

👾Characters👾: 9,920

𝔸 - 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀𝕥 𝔾𝕖𝕥?

Barry is TOTALLY a cuddle monster. He won’t only cuddle you, but would by you mountains of pillows, stuffed animals, chocolate, etc. He won’t ever let you refuse his offer.

𝔹 - 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Barry is the kind of guy who would use his vibrating hand trick (we saw him do on Damian) and just stop his hand in the middle of this persons chest. It feels extremely painful for the person, but it gets the job done fast. That’s how Barry likes it.

ℂ - ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕪, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞?

Barry totally baby’s you from the start. Any reaction you have towards him is completely normal, at least he thinks so. He wouldn’t mock you, but if you did do something ‘stupid’ he’d try and talk ‘sense’ into you.

𝔻 - 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔸𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝?

He would probably try and get you to socialize with his Justice League friends. He isn’t really jealous when it comes to them, so as long as you talk to only HIS friends, he doesn’t really care. But if you become scared he’ll try and have the most gentle one of them ( cough, superman, cough) talk to you the most.

𝔼 - 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕍𝕦𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Barry totally coddles you, and he’ll rip his heart out to you and bare all of his feelings. Though, he never burdens you with the bad ones. He is super vulnerable and has no shame whatsoever.

𝔽 - 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕀𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜?

Barry totally understands. You’re scared, but, in his mind, you’ll pass the ‘faze’. The only thing he’ll get more worried about is you purposely or accidentally hurting yourself. You mean so much to him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to you.

𝔾 - 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕀𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕠 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖?

This is not a game. I repeat, this is not a game. He loves you so much! And to believe that you think of this, of him, as a game, crushes his soul more than anything! You leaving him is the worst thing ever! It is not a game, and you will not make a habit out of it.

ℍ - ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝔹𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞?

He may or may not have killed someone who was ‘getting in the way’ of your ‘relationship’, in front of you. He understands that it scared you, but theirs no harm in that when you may or may not have that part of your memory erased (blame Cyborg).

𝕀 - 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕤, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕗 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕠𝕣/𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Barry kind of once you guys to live in a fairytale. Raise a beautiful kid. Fall in love. And have a happy ending. He wants you guys to live like a normal couple. Going to work together (witch strict supervision), shop together, get married, have kids, etc.

𝕁 - 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤? 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔸 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕠 ℂ𝕠𝕡𝕖?

Barry would get jealous on very rare occasions. It would take A LOT to get him riled up. This person would have to be touching you while talking to you. And it had to be in a very inappropriate spot. If that’s the case, Barry will steal you away for a ‘quick’ second. He takes you home and makes sure you don’t ever return to that place again. Though, he does give that man a very excruciating death.

𝕂 - 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

As I’ve said before, Barry is a literal cuddle monster. He’ll sit with you on his lap and will not let you leave. He especially gets smiley when you fall asleep on him with about fifty stuffed animals surrounding you two.

𝕃 - 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕠 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕣 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

When he first meets you, you were probably working together. He probably took a very serious liking to you when you both began to share your love for certain things. And eventually he had asked you on a date and his confessed his love to you.

𝕄 - 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜, 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖?

Barry is one of the softest people on the Justice league, but he doesn’t show physical affection as much as he does towards you. But none the less, he still a big softy in general.

ℕ - ℕ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℙ𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

If you were being bad he’s probably try and talk ‘sense’ into you. He’s try and convince you that it wouldn’t end pretty if you were to do something irreversible. If you still didn’t listen he’d probably knock you out and tie you to the bed/chair till he can trust you more.

𝕆 - 𝕆𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕪 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Since he doesn’t really take away your freedom, he expects you to give him the one thing he wants. Attention and affection. Personal space is no longer a thing in his world, and you will HAVE to live like that.

ℙ - ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, ℍ𝕠𝕨 ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Barry isn’t really patient. He wants you to love him sooner than later, so he feels like in order to get there, he needs to MAKE you love him in every shape, way, and form.

ℚ - ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕥, 𝕀𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕆𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕤, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕆𝕟?

If you die, Barry defiantly can bring you back. He’s a member of the Justice League and has all the ties to bring you back. If you escape, I promise you will not get far. With Barry’s super speed you couldn’t get away from him, like ever.

ℝ - ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠?

Barry deeply wants to think that what he’s doing is right, but he knows that it’s not. He did few guilty when you first woke up and started hyperventilating because of how scared you were. Though, he tried to explain to you that this is why you need him. To make sure you’re cared for. So, he ultimately wouldn’t let you go.

𝕊 - 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕒, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞 (ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕, ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝔼𝕥𝕔)?

After Barry lost his mother, he swore that he wouldn’t let his future wife leave him. Sure, you two weren’t married, but Barry was certain that you too were destined to marry and spend the rest of your life together.

𝕋 - 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞, ℂ𝕣𝕪, 𝔸𝕟𝕕/𝕆𝕣 𝕀𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤?

If you were to scream at him, he’d come over to you and bury your head into his chest to muffle your noises. You shouldn’t have to scream at him just to show how upset you are. If you cry he’ll always cuddle you and sit you on his lap gently bouncing you up and down as well as rocking you back and forth. If you isolate yourself he’ll drag you outside of your room and cuddle you and apologize till you tell him why you’re hiding yourself away.

𝕌 - 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖?

Barry super speed makes you unable to escape him. Unless you kill him, which I doubt you would do. Though, he can also use his speed as a good thing. If you two have sex together he can make his dick and/or fingers vibrate. He can also bring you whatever you want, whenever you want!

𝕍 -𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕖: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕠 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖?

As I’ve said before, Barry’s speed makes it impossible to escape him. The only true way you can get away from him is killing him fast. Maybe while his back is turn or while he’s sleeping.

𝕎 - 𝕎𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝔼𝕟𝕕, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Barry would never hurt you. Not physical or mental. His guilt would eat him alive, and he could never live with himself.

𝕏 - 𝕏𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕣 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕠 𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣?

Barry is literally your biggest fan. He gets really awkward when it comes to praise, but he would literally do anything for you. He thinks of himself as hero, obviously, and he expects you to be as clingy to him as he is to you.

𝕐 - 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡?

Barry defiantly could snap, but he has enough self-control to give you time till he takes you. I’d say after three months he’ll convince you to move in with him, and if you refuse he’ll just take you later that night.

ℤ - ℤ𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕙, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He would never break you. If he accidentally broke you, expect to wake up with no memory’s and entirely different life.

Written: Monday, September 4, 2023

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The Schrödinger's SPN Revival

So, recently there’s been a lot of talk on here and twitter because a couple articles have been published citing Jared and Jensen (or just Jensen in one POS article) mentioning discussing possibilities for a revival. Does this make it any more likely to happen or closer to being realized? I don’t know, but the guys have been mentioning it off and on for years already, so I’m not sure it’s any more likely now than it ever was. Also, with networks and the whole industry in seeming disarray, even if J2 want to get a revival going, I’m not sure it will happen.

But, let’s speculate anyway. Shall we?

(I CANOT get the link to work for some reason!!)

My thoughts on this, under the cut.

I’m no authority on anything in the TV industry, but I have watched our little show a lot, so I have thoughts. Let’s take look at each person on this poll.

Kripke - Obviously, he understands Sam and Dean. He created them after all. But, would I trust him with the revival? Well, judging by The Boys, he seems more focused on shock value than tight storytelling these days, so I’m not sure I would want to see an SPN on a streamer that he ran. It might become a case of all fireworks and little to no heart. Also, if he had ended the series in Season 5, both Sam and Dean would have been trapped in the cage forever. Not exactly a happy ending. Still, is he capable of manning a revival snd doing a decent job? Yes. Would I totally trust him with it? Maybe. Maybe not. Do I think he even has time to do it? Not really.

Jensen - Come on, people! If you want him to reprise his role as Dean, then he isn’t going to be the showrunner. Also, he’s an actor, not a writer, so it’s not even in his wheelhouse. So, no. This wouldn’t be a good idea. And after The Winchesters, I think it’s extremely unlikely that he’d be put at the helm in this way. The only upside to Jensen being a show runner? We know damn well Destiel would be ignored as vigorously as it deserves.

Robbie Thompson - Exhibit One: The Winchesters. So, no. Also, while he has written some episodes that I like of SPN, he was always trying to make the show something it wasn’t, whether it was Fairytale time with Charlie or trying to shoehorn romance into a platonic brother love story, he’s shown that he shouldn’t be trusted with the OG show in a position of power.

Sera Gamble - Season 6 while having some absolute bangers, was also a bit of a mess in some ways. And Season 7 was more so. How much of this was due to Gamble hersel and how much was due to Singer tugging at the reins, I don’t know. She is a proven showrunner, so I believe she could do it. She actually understands and enjoys Sam, so that would be a huge relief for those of us who actually care about Sam and want to see him get his due on screen. Also, she has never written Dean badly from my observations, despite certain past claims by “some people” on women not writing male dialogue well. In a lot of ways, I think she could be a good choice. But, would she be interested even? I have no clue.

Andrew Dabb - NEXT!!

Jeremy Carver - For reasons relating to Season 11, I would like to see him helm a revival. He can clearly follow through with a connected and coherent arc. However, for reasons relating to Season 8, where he had characters do a few hugely out of character things for the story’s sake? No. For Season 10 snd the bore thst it was for me personally (though that potentially had something to do with pressure that came from Singer)? No. All in all. I think he’d be capable of ruining a revival, but something tells me he isn’t particularly interested and they guys may not be that ready to chose him, either (purely just my gut).

Robert Singer - No. I believe he interfered with Gamble and Carver’s plans; I just don’t know to what extent. And worst of all, he did nothing to help steer Dabb away from the mess that was much of Seasons 12 to 15. Also, he’d probably bring Buck-Lemming with him. And can I just say a big, “Fuck no,” to that.

Again, all of this is just me rambling. I have no real idea how likely any of them would be to come back for a revival. And I also don’t know how much J2 would want any of them to run a revival, or whether they’d want to just get someone new who might be more likely to listen to their ideas. I don’t even know if J2 would have an easy time agreeing on who would make a good show runner from that list because I think they might not even agree on who they considered to be better writers, or be better candidates to showrunner. For example, I think Jared might be more enthusiastic about Gamble than Jensen would. And Jensen would probably welcome Singer more than Jared would. Again, I don’t know any of this for certain, but it just my impression based off of things they’ve said over the years.

If a revival happens what do I want?

First, it sounds to me like if there is one, J2 want to be a big part of it with Sam and Dean as central focus. This is what I would want. I watched the show for them. I stuck it out through the rough seasons for them. The only way I would watch a revival was if it heavily featured both Sam and Dean. Second, I think I would enjoy if they did a revival during the years (according to J2) between Episodes 19 snd 20. I would like this because it would make the likelihood of angel or demon interference minimal. And this would be the more likely scenario for us to get a more old-school creature hunting revival. We could still see Jody and co for those who care about that. There would be no need for Cas or Jack to show up, which I would prefer. Yet, it would be easy enough for them to make a brief appearance if J2 wanted to pander in that way. Also, I’m so very sick of Angel BS, and this seems like the best way to avoid it. Third, I could be interested in a bit of a prequel with John and the boys, if they could find a way to include J2 without making it convoluted and pointless. Finally, if they come back from heaven for some reason, I think it would be hard for the revival to have much in the way of stakes. And I really wouldn’t want a huge dose of Cas, which we’d potentially have in that case.

Anyway, here are my thoughts on the potential revival, thoughts thst no one asked for admittedly. Lol.

If anyone read this far, what are your thoughts on a revival. If it happens, who should run it and what would you want to see happen?

#supernatural #SPN Revival Speculation #my thoughts #if they have one what should it be about?#Revival talk #castiel critical #anti destiel #*edited for so so many typos*

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omg wait i need your thoughts on the sheer angst of baxter not asking mc about a fling/getting rejected by them but the two start to fall for each other during the summer nonetheless but say nothing. knowing mc might confess to him on the last day, he breaks their heart 🙈

I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN DELAYED DUE TO LIFE WORK AND JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH!

we cannot catch a break with this man I swear

he also cant catch a break with us because we just cannot let him be happy until he realises his mistakes

lets go

Lets go with you met Baxter before at the soiree, you had your little dance, and its that textbook fairytale thing and you have a little crush on him for years later

Because come on, that’s pure Victoria slow burn romance right there and of course it features Baxter

You reunite with him 5 years later, and wow okay somehow that crush lasted because you got butterflies just remembering that dance, and you want to get to know him better

He invites you out to go sightseeing, you have a brilliant time and at the end, he asks you to date him

But you aren’t into flings, dating is something serious to you, its meaningful

So you decline him, albeit with a heavy heart

But he is understanding, still wants to keep a friendship with you

And so you start hanging out more often, chatting via sms, he send you photos of where is he and you send them back

(please for the love of everything we are in the age of technology I refuse to believe there wasn’t solid amount of contact and photos being sent around)

Baxter is open with his physical affections, even platonically, and so you kinda take advantage of that and just become that sickly sweet pair of friends that just hang off each other

People tell you both to get a room and you both give them the same excuse

“we are in a room, its called outside” you know, just being little shits

But.

Baxter seems to be more free with his physical affection with you than anyone else

And, wait, did you manage to fluster him buy hugging him sweetly at the fireworks?

Did he just blush when you went to grab his hand after a serious Deep and Meaningful TM to let him know he is doing fine?

You both were stealing glances at each other when either of you didn’t think you were looking when you went to the lodge

He really didn’t want that night to end

And so you think maybe, just maybe this could be more? Maybe you should’ve thought more about rejecting him

The party planning happens, you bake cupcakes into the wee hours in the morning and, wow did he seriously just lick that frosting on your lips with his thumb?

This has to mean something right?

You cant stop the fluttering of your heart, the heat rising to your cheeks, and it seems like he feels the same way

Baxter never blushes, he teases as easy as breathing but right now its like he didn’t even think about what he did, but doesn’t seem to find it in himself to regret it

Why oh why did this have to happen when he is so close to leaving

You refuse to let him leave without even having a dance, and chance for some sweetly romantic time with him

And wasn’t it just so sweet

He couldn’t believe what you did for him, where willing to do, and finally he just lets himself be with you, holding you close, leaves a kiss in your hair, like you are both in your own world and no one can enter it whilst you hold each other like that

It feels like the days after the party are melding into one with how fast they seem to go

Baxter is due to leave soon, you know you cant stop it but for some reason it just hurts knowing you could’ve had something and now you might never have that chance

The beach get together was bittersweet, the time has come to start with your new life, uni and work and all the scary things, its time to start that adventure

And there you are

In the middle of the street with Baxter, saying your goodbyes

Arms wrapped around each other, wishing you didn’t have to let go

But you just cant, you cannot bring yourself to say it, instead, you finally tell him

You wish you had more time, you wish you could turn back the clock and say yes to him when he asked you out

The last 3 months have been one of the best summers you have had and its all because he reappeared into your life!

Is there any hope that maybe you could have something long distance with him, sure Virginia is on the other side of the country but, there is nothing stopping you both being able to keep contact at least

And he just freezes

No words, nothing

He lets you go, looking anywhere but you

“No.”

He whispers it, so gently you almost didn’t hear him

But you did

You don’t want to believe what he said, so you try to ask him again and he just stops you

“No.” Its firm this time, and he looks you in the eyes

He looks sad, frustrated, disappointed (in himself or you?)

“This isn’t going to happen. I am leaving, and its for good. I – I never intended for this to happen. Please, go home and forget me.”

He turns away, but not before he sees the tears streaming down your face

You are numb, you don’t know what to say

You bared your heart to him and he didn’t care

All the signs, all the times you laughed with each other, held each other, flirted and everything in between

Did it really mean nothing to him?

You couldn’t say a word as you watched him go back to his condo and close the door behind him without saying another word

You cant see what he does on the other side of that door, as you walk back to your room to deal with your breaking heart

As you cry on your own bed, wondering if this would still have of happened if you didn’t reject him, where you always on the way to have your heart broken regardless

And as you are wondering all of this with a bleeding heart

You cant see that when he went back inside, he dropped to the ground, hand covering his mouth to stop the sound of his cries escaping into the night

You cant see as the tears pour down his face when he realizes that he has broken your heart and his own in the process

That he is hating himself for what he has done but cannot regret even a moment spent with you because it was bliss

You cant see him cry himself dry, knees brought to his chest as he weeps on the floor of his very cold condo

And when he is done, he wont be able to genuinely smile for months if not years to come because he left his smile with you, along with his heart, at Sunset Bird

#baxter ward #our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #olba baxter #olba mc #baxter x mc #our life headcannons #meow asks!

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It’s so odd seeing that so manga readers were upset with the post-credits scene meanwhile for me, it was arguably the best part of the finale. Except maybe the baby scene, that was so heartbreaking to watch. That is what made this conclusion an Attack on Titan ending. The story didn’t lose itself and maintained what it’s been about from day one. It could’ve been done a somewhat better but the more I reflect on the end, the more I do like it.

Because of course the world will inevitably enter war. Eren didn’t change humanity, he shrunk the population and got rid of Titans. That is literally it.

“Oh well that’s why Eren should’ve done a 100% rumbling.” Then Paradis would grow in size, repopulate what’s left, and eventually go to war against each other. What happened was the most logical outcome. For all we know that may have happened and the conflict we see in the far future had no correlation to Paradis’ past whatsoever.

I have seen reasonable criticism for what could’ve been adjusted or added in which I understand or agree. But I believe a lot, not all, of the irrational hate the ending originally got stemmed from two sides. One side wanted Eren to fully eradicate everything and saw him as this chad, edgelord who appealed to their toxic fantasies. Another side wanted a happy fairytale ending that had peace reign and pain finally vanished.

In the end, something more grey happened and neither got what they wanted.

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I want to ask you about those characters you have liked less, and you have commented on the blog, if you could change some stuff on their writing and on events that involve them to make them more likeable what would they be? I think yours are Lucie, Jesse, Gabriel and Cecily right? Like for example "make Jesse be resurrected in the beginning of chain of iron and develop more Grace and his relationship" , or "make Lucie hold less secrets from Cordelia".

Sure, I hope I'm understanding what you want correctly.

PSA: When I gush about how perfect I think TLH is I don't mean Ghostwriter. I never mean Ghostwriter. Their story is terribly executed. However, TLH is still perfect because I give 0 fucks about Ghostwriter, so their poor development and terrible relationship doesn't impact my reading experience in the slightest <3

Lucie and Jesse

Lucie would basically just need to get her head out of the sand. I find her annoying primarily because all the other TLH characters act 25 and she acts like a spoiled 12 year old.

She starts the series with her head completely in the clouds, dreaming of silly fairy tales, and ends it in exactly the same place. Zero growth. And why would there be any? Everything that happens in her TLH plotline, what with getting a ramifications-free ghost boyfriend, reinforces that life is a fairy tale that she can twiddle her thumbs and dance through.

I think that this is what's disappointing about Lucie. She's fine at the beginning of ChoG because that's where her arc begins, but the problem is that she ends it as the same silly girl she started it while most other characters around her grow a lot.

I also think that Lucie would benefit from, like, just generally being less selfish. There was no reason for her to endanger Cordelia by not telling her about the Creepy Ghosts at their prospective parabatai ceremony. So, yeah.

As for Jesse, dude, I don't even know where to start. Get this man a personality, please, or at least a semblance of one. I genuinely believe that perhaps Cassie purposely made him a flavorless cardboard cutout so that teenagers reading could project their ghost-fairytale fantasy man onto him.

The main thing for Jesse, though, is that he needed to be less of a shithole to Grace. He was just so fucking godawful to her in Chain of Thorns that everything else about him (which isn't much to start with) pales in comparison. I hope she never talks to him again.

An aside --

I have a whole Ghostwriter plot idea that I think would have made Lucie's story really layered, but Jesse would actually die in it (thus forcing Lucie to show actual growth). Basically, everything would be the same until the end of ChoI, when Lucie would fail to bring Jesse back to life and realize then that her power was gone. She then would no longer be able to see his ghost. No more Jesse. Lucie would need to confront her happy-go-lucky-lalala-life-is-but-a-dream attitude and would therefore need to actually grow tf up. Lucie and Grace console each other and become close friends. They also both lost their love interests (I'm changing nothing else about TLH in this world, only Blackdale stuff), and both girls' happy ending lies in that friendship.

I loathe character death and I almost always hate tragedy, so you know shit's bad when I'm saying this. But Jesse's not an actual human; he's just a plot device! So maybe we should use that plot device in the best possible way if we're not going to make him a layered character :)

Gabriel and Cecily

I don't think about these two nearly as much as Ghostwriter, who I contemplate sometimes because I'm a TLH girlie.

I also don't find Gabriel or Cecily anywhere near as annoying as Lucie or Jesse. I don't care for them, but I also don't really hate them or even dislike them.

In Cecily's case, there's not really anything I'd change or even would want to change. I liked her a lot when I was 18 and the annoyance has built up steadily over time. Now I'm 27 and just view her as an annoying teenager. There's nothing wrong with her, but she reads young (I staunchly consider almost every TID character to read 20ish and every TLH character to read mid-20s. Cecily and Lucie are exceptions). I also don't want her gone, she contributes to the story and has her Moments.

Gabriel just is imo kind of off-putting to everyone besides Cecily and occasionally Gideon, and I just personally am not a big fan of him. But unlike Lucie or Jesse, he's a complex character with an interesting plotline and a tangible personality. He grows. He just didn't resonate with me. I will, however, say that there are a few moments where I want to give him a hug, because damn that kid got hit over the head with a ton of trauma baseball bats in a row.

Basically, in the end, Lucie and Jesse are characters I think are poorly-written and badly developed. Gabriel and Cecily are fine characters with good enough development, they just don't resonate with me through no fault of their own and that's okay.

#anti blackdale #anti ghostwriter #anti lucie herondale #anti jesse blackthorn

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Listen I know it’s March but I just thought of giving Ray Christmas presents for the first time and I’m sobbing

God. See, by the time we meet Unknown in the Christmas DLC, he is of the belief that Christmas is a lie... and in many ways, yeah, that's a very easy perspective to deal with. You see kids in poverty struggle to receive a single gift and kids who are more fortunate get anything in the world. It's by luck, by chance, a flip of a coin when it comes to the luck a child has in life in that regard.

Saeran and Saeyoung Choi were born in a situation where Christmas wasn't a happy thing for either of them. Unknown recounts how he's angry at the grown-ups who lie about Santa, and how angry he is to see Santa give gifts to "good kids" and he was never "good enough" to receive a single gift. Like, we understand why Saeran didn't get a single thing unless Saeyoung fought to get him something before he went into the agency, but it doesn't chance the grief Saeran feels in his heart about Christmas.

Christmas can be... a very hard time for many people. It's a season of good will and cheerfulness, but consumerism, capitalism, and every inch of goodwill gets sapped out in the modern day, unfortunately. It isn't fun for many little kids. I understand Unknown's pain, I know it all too well, but I imagine... it's different for Ray. Well, because, Ray is the boy who doesn't stop dreaming.

He can't stop believing in fairytales and happily ever after. I can see him trying his best to keep believing in Christmas, in Santa, and in the stories he heard... even if he finds himself with nothing under a tree or in a stocking.

That's the painful thing about him. He keeps believing even if it hurts.

After all, that's something that is told to us by Suit Saeran countless times. Ray doesn't stop trying to see the best in things even if it hurts him, even if he's confused, and even if he doesn't know what to believe anymore, he keeps believing that someday everything will be okay. Of course, when it's mentioned to us, his core belief is that someday he might be able to live with V and Saeyoung again.

I don't think its wrong to carry on his wish to more wishful thinking.

If you happen to be in Mint Eye around Christmas, I imagine he would try to pull out the stops to make it wonderful for you. He isn't the kind of person who would want to make it about himself, but you're not going to let him not experience the wonder he's trying to give you. You see it, don't you? You see that painful look on his face every time he smiles and you know no matter how much he tries to put on a show for you, he wishes that he could experience this kind of wonder.

He would try to make you all kinds of gifts to fill up a tree in your room of all places. But, I agree with you in saying that it would be amazing to help him experience the Christmas magic he wants to experience.

The best thing you could do would be to hide a handmade present underneath the tree he brought into your room. I can see him being excited by watching you open things he's made for you all morning, but when you get to the bottom of the pile, and you discover something with his name on it, you smile at him, and he's touched.

I don't think you could get away with telling him it was from Santa, but I do think you could tell him that you wanted to get him something because it's the spirit of the season. Giving is the core value, and you want him to understand that the world may be a difficult place, but he's a part of it and that means he deserves to receive something just like everyone else.

He'll cry.

And you'll hold him.

But, it will be okay.

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #mm #choi saeran #ray choi #choi ray #ray mm #ray mysme #ray mystic messenger #christmas dlc #character analysis

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The Beauty of Thorns

(A ‘Beauty and The Beast’ AU)

Part 2

Summary: Belle lives in a cursed village and those who live there are forbidden to leave. Every year a Drawing is held and a man is chosen to be a sacrifice for the Beast. It’s the only life Belle has ever known but as her friendship with August Walker begins to bloom, she realizes that the Beast can be cruel and that life is far from predictable.

Pairings: August Walker X Belle

Warnings: Mentions of blood, curses, sacrifices. It’s not gory but very in line with darker fairytales.

Word count: 3,400+

Part 1

A/N: This was inspired by a post @littlefreya shared several months back about the Beast and Gaston and a conversation ensuing from it. She encouraged me to try my hand at writing this AU, so thank you Freya!

A week before the Drawing, there was always a great feast. I could never understand the merriment knowing that it would be the last week for one of the men in our town, but I understood it even less the year after August gave his own life. The night of the feast, I could barely eat. Once it was over, the tables were cleared and the dancing began. I had never been one for dancing but August had been the only one to ever ask me to dance with him. Some great swell of pity he must have felt for me to allow me to stomp all over his feet with my two left ones but without him there, no one asked. I sat just outside of the tents on the stone steps that led to our town hall and watched everyone else as they danced and laughed. But I couldn’t swallow down the lump in my throat.

Marybeth was smiling and laughing as she ran over to me. “There you are, Belle!” She took my hand and tried to pull me up. “Why are you hiding? Come dance!”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“Why? Do you fear you won’t have a partner?” she asked. “John Paul will dance with you.”

“I don’t want to dance with John Paul.”

She continued to pull on my hand. “Come on. He’s a fabulous dancer. And you should try to get to know him better. He’s your brother now.”

“I’ve never understood how that worked,” I said. “How is he my brother if he’s married to you? Siblings don’t wed. It doesn’t make sense.”

She sighed and released my hand. “I don’t know. I don’t spend much time thinking about it. I just know that I am gloriously happy,” she said. “Why can’t you be happy for me?”

“I am happy for you, Marybeth. Truly. But…I cannot go a single day without thinking of August Walker and his sacrifice and yet you, who claimed to be in love with him, moved on so easily. You mourned for less than a month before you agreed to court John Paul and now you’re married.”

“Would you rather I have spent my time crying over a man who’s dead?”

“I don’t know!” I snapped. “All I know is that I’m angry. I’m angry at those stupid boys who caused this. I’m angry at that horrible beast who controls our whole lives. I’m angry that there is nothing I can do simply because I’m a woman. I’m unfit for the Drawing but I am also unfit for marriage because there is not a man alive that would stoop so low as to marry someone like me. I am constantly filled with so much rage I fear a single spark is all it would take to ignite me and I can’t even fathom the amount of damage I might do because of it.”

She sat on the step next to me. “Do you think I don’t get angry?” she asked. “Because I do. I’m just as angry at those stupid boys and that horrid beast as you are. I’m angry that I’m married to a wonderful, loving man that I very well may lose in three years' time when he must enter the Drawing again.” She shook her head. “You are not the only one who is weary and resentful but you must understand that we’re all doing what we can to claim what freedoms we do have in this town. For your own sanity, you need to find something that is yours, Belle.”

“I’m trying. It’s far more complicated than I would like to admit.”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “You will find it one day,” she said. “I truly believe that.”

“And for that, you have more faith than I ever have.”

She smiled. “I do have faith in you. You are destined for wonderful things.”

The following week, I prepared for the Drawing with a heavy feeling in my gut. I hated attending them but knew it was my duty. Not just to support Father as a town elder but to show respect for whoever was chosen. However, since losing August to the Beast the year before, the Drawing felt more real than it ever had. In a town where a dwindling number of people could leave, those of us who were cursed to remain there knew everyone else. We grew up together, went to school together, played with one another. There wasn’t a stranger among us. So I had known every single man that had been chosen in the Drawing since I could remember attending as a child. But August was the one that struck my heart the most and I wasn’t sure why.

Once we arrived at the hall, we took our seats and waited for the rest of the town to join us. But I watched as Elder Green locked the door, barring any more of the town from entering aside from Mother, Marybeth, John Paul and me. That heavy feeling in my gut from earlier returned as the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

Something wasn’t right.

“Harold, what are you doing?” Elder Abbot asked. “The townspeople will be arriving soon.”

Elder Green rattled the doors, making sure they were locked, then began walking back towards the other men. “We will not be having a Drawing this evening,” he said. “There’s been a change of plans.”

“How so?” Elder Abbot asked.

“The Beast has made a demand. Not for a chosen sacrifice but for someone…specific,” Elder Green said.

I turned to Mother. “Can the Beast do that?” I whispered to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. He never has before.”

“Who did he demand?” Elder Monroe asked.

All eyes turned to Elder Green but when he looked at Father, ice ran through my veins. “He has demanded…Marybeth.”

“What?” Father shook his head. “No. The deal is that we offer up one of our men. Women have never been part of the treaty. He cannot break that and demand my daughter!”

“And yet he has,” Elder Green said.

“There must be some mistake!” Mother spoke out.

“There is no mistake. the Beast demanded Marybeth by name.”

I looked at Marybeth and saw the terror in her eyes as they pooled with tears. She shook her head but didn’t speak. I felt like a hand reached into my chest and started choking my heart as Elder Green’s words began to sink in. I couldn’t envision my life without her. I had never known a day where she hadn’t been there and I couldn’t imagine living in a world where she was gone.

John Paul wrapped his arm around her protectively. “I don’t care. He can’t have her!” he said.

“We do not get to decide that,” Elder Green said firmly.

“Appeal to him. Ask him for a pardon!” John Paul insisted.

“It’s out of my hands -”

“Please! I can’t go!” Marybeth’s voice shook as she sobbed. “I don’t want to die. Please!”

I stood and faced Elder Green. My throat tightened as I fought back tears. “She’s not going. You can’t have her,” I said.

“I understand that this is difficult for you, Belle. I myself lost a sibling in the Drawing when I was around your age. But I also know that denying a request will not be met kindly. It will undoubtedly be met with further bloodshed. Bloodshed of innocent people.”

“She is innocent!” I shouted. “My sister has never harmed anyone. She’s kind and smart and caring. You cannot stand there as an elder of this town and behave as if your hands are tied behind your back and send my sister off to the Beast!”

“Lower your voice,” Elder Green said. “I know that you’re angry but you will still show respect.”

“You will not speak to my daughter in such a manner. She is allowed to raise her voice as loudly as she wants,” Father said. “And how dare you speak of respect when you, as the town leader, kept hidden a demand from the Beast? You lied to and misled myself and the other elders and I will not stand idly by and allow you to belittle one of my children and sacrifice the other.”

“Your feelings very well may be hurt, Norman, but I did not do any of this from a place of malice. If I had informed you earlier, you would have attempted to hide Marybeth. the Beast would have been denied and would come tonight to take as many as he pleases. Just because he took five men the last time he came into our town does not mean that that is all he would take again,” Elder Green said. “He could very well take half the town. He could slaughter us all in our houses. We simply have no way of knowing what the Beast will choose. All we do know is that somehow he knows Marybeth’s name and if you do not give her up, you very well may lose her this night anyway along with Belle and your wife.”

He was right. Not sending a sacrifice would put the whole town in danger, particularly my family. The fear that inspired in me was like none I’d ever felt before. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I glanced at Father’s hand and saw that he was still holding the white cloth that contained the rose for the Drawing ceremony. Slowly I slipped out into the aisle and moved towards him while he and the other elders were speaking. I was able to stand at his side without drawing any attention. My hand dropped next to his. And when he turned his head to listen to Elder Birch speak, I was able to reach out and take the cloth. Once I grabbed it, I moved quickly, putting distance between Father and me.

He turned and looked at me with wide eyes. “Belle, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking Marybeth’s place.”

“Stop it! Neither of you are going anywhere,” Mother said.

“the Beast will come for all of us if one of us doesn’t go. If I take her place, then this can be put to rest.”

“Put to rest? I will lose my daughter!” Father said. “There will be no rest if that happens.”

“Then what do you propose? What can be done?”

“I don’t know. But we’ll figure something out. Do not make this decision now.”

“If I don’t make it now, then I never will. I know the moment this rose leaves my hand, that either our town will be put in danger or the elders will take Marybeth without consent to protect us,” I said. “And if that were to happen…I couldn’t bear it. I have such anger in me already, if they were to take one of the few sources of love I have and cast it to the Beast then I will lose all humanity I have left.”

“Your bravery is not taken lightly Belle but the Beast requires your sister,” Elder Green said to me.

“How will he know the difference? She’s never gone into the forest, he’s never seen her,” I argued.

“I don’t know but we will not tempt him or make it seem as if we’re mocking him by sending the wrong person.”

I looked at Elder Green. “I already told you; you can’t have my sister.”

“You do not have a say in the matter,” he said, taking a step towards me. “Now give me the rose.”

I looked him in the eye as I opened the cloth instead. There was panic in his face as he took another step but before he could reach me, I grabbed the rose by the stem and squeezed it tight. I felt the thorns pierce my skin, cutting into my flesh with an itching sting. I didn’t dare release it until blood began dripping from my tight fist. Then I let go and held up my hand. Blood covered the palm and dripped down my wrist. Marybeth and Mother sobbed loudly.

“Oh, Belle, what have you done?” Father asked, distraught.

“I’ve taken Marybeth’s place,” I said. “Blood has been spilt. I’m the sacrifice.”

“You foolish girl,” Elder Green said. “You may very well have damned us all.”

“You already did that with your inaction,” I said. “And should the Beast allow me any words before he kills me, I will make sure that my final ones are of exposing you.”

Love makes people brave. Those were the last words August ever said to me. At the time, I thought he was foolish. But as I stood at the edge of the woods with the elders surrounding me, I understood. I wouldn’t have volunteered to be in that position had Elder Green not given in to the Beast’s request for Marybeth. But I stood there terrified and trembling and without a single regret.

Normally each sacrifice chosen in the Drawing would have four chains around their waist, each held by an elder as Elder Green led them into the forest. Because I was much smaller and had no intentions of running, there was only one chain and Father held it as he walked beside me.

“Do not let Marybeth feel responsible for this,” I said to Father as he led me into the woods for the first time in my life. “Make sure she knows that she did nothing to bring this upon herself. She didn’t do anything to tempt the Beast.”

“I will try my best,” he said, his voice shaking.

I kept my eyes trained on the path in the forest floor that was lit only by the torches the other men carried. “Let her know that I loved her deeply and that I know she feels the same.” My throat tightened with emotion. “I couldn’t have wished for a better sister than her. Please tell her that.”

“I will.”

“And Mother…don’t let her grieve herself to death. Let her know that she taught her daughters to be strong and to stand up for what was right and to love each other. That’s why I’m here,” I said. “Please let her know that. I’m doing this because of the love she instilled in us.”

“I…I will try,” he said, crying.

“And Father…let your grief first be anger and aim it towards the one who has caused this,” I said quietly so that Elder Green couldn’t hear me. “Make sure that he is held responsible. Had I a softer heart, I might ask you to forgive him, but he tried to put Marybeth in my position and for that, I want him to pay dearly.” I ventured a glance at him. His face was wet but the look in his eye was determined. “I do not believe he did all that he could to save her.”

“I don’t believe so, either,” he said. “But rest assured; I will hold him accountable.”

It wasn’t a far walk to the clearing where the sacrifices were presented and when I saw it, I knew what it was. There was a rock that served as a platform and around it hooks where the chains would be latched. My knees grew weak and nearly gave way as reality began to sink in:

I was going to die.

I tried to put on a brave face so that Father wouldn’t see my fear but I couldn’t hide it. I shook as I was led up onto the stone. Father relinquished the chain to another elder so that they could secure me while he gave me a hug. I clung to him tightly.

“I love you. I love you so much,” I said to him through my sobs.

“I love you, too, Belle.” His crying was as violent as mine, if not more so as he held me.

“It’s time,” Elder Abbott said.

Father released me reluctantly and took my face in his hands. I tried to smile at him. “I always dreamed of someday having an adventure,” I said, my bottom lip quivering. “Perhaps death will bring me one.”

“I hope so, my darling girl,” he said, then kissed my forehead.

He stepped down from the rock but made sure that he stood in front of me so that I could see him as the other elders used their torches to set the pyre before me ablaze. The fire grew quickly, lighting up the forest.

Elder Green stepped towards the fire. “Belle, you stand here not because you were chosen in the Drawing, nor because you were demanded of by the Beast, but because you refused to let your sister be a sacrifice. I hope that the Beast sees your intentions and will accept you in Marybeth’s stead. But if not, may he have mercy on us all for your decision.”

“No. May he not have mercy on you all, Elder Green,” I said. “Just those that were innocent in this.”

He didn’t speak to me again. He simply looked me in the eye as he took the rose that was covered in my blood and tossed it into the fire in front of him. The flames shot up around it, swallowing the flower in orange and yellow light.

“It’s done,” he said to the other elders. “We must go.”

I looked at Father. It was the last time we’d ever see one another. I kept my eyes on him for as long as I could before at last he walked away. Then I listened to their footsteps as they retreated back down the path from which we’d come until there was no humanly sound left except my own crying.

My hands and knees shook and my head snapped round every time I heard an animal moving about in the woods. I wasn’t used to the sounds they made. I’d never been close enough to truly hear them. But when I heard a branch snap behind me I looked straight ahead and screwed my eyes shut tight. Nothing so loud could have been caused by a deer. My teeth clattered together as I listened to the heavy footsteps of something much bigger than me approaching the back of the rock altar.

The Beast had found me.

I could feel his presence and the heat from his body against my back. Tears streamed from my closed eyes and I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. But my body trembled, rattling the chain that secured me in place. I had wanted so much to be brave in that moment but I wasn’t. I was terrified.

The Beast stopped. He leaned closer. I felt his breath on my neck and then heard him inhale. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I-I’m your sacrifice,” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

“No. You are not my sacrifice. You are not meant to be here.” His voice was a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. He circled around me, his fur brushing against my arm as he moved to look at my face. “I ask once again: What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

“I know that I’m not Marybeth, but - but I beg of you…please accept me instead.”

“Do the elders think I’m foolish? Do they think that they can deceive me?” He growled and I began trembling once more. “No,” he said. “Your father wouldn’t go along with that, would he, Belle?”

At the sound of my name, my eyes snapped open. They were still cast downward and I saw the feet of the Beast before me. I had expected four paws but instead found two. Two massive paws. My whole life I thought the Beast was more of an animal but he stood before me like a man.

“How…how do you know my name?” I asked.

“Because I know you.”

There was movement and then a hand came to my face, each finger with a claw. He put it under my chin and forced me to look up at him. I trembled as I took in his massive bearlike frame before finally raising my eyes to his face. Tusks jutted from his mouth and horns grew forward from the top of his head. And every inch of him was covered in dark brown fur.

“Belle. Youngest daughter of Elder Haywood. Sister to Marybeth.” I recoiled as he bent his face closer to me, but he held me still. “But not the sacrifice I demanded.”

“I’m here. My blood was spilled,” I said, holding up my hand for him to see the marks. “So you must accept me.”

He grasped my hand with his and examined the marks. “So be it,” he said. “We will have two sacrifices tonight.”

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