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vaspider · 3 months

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Look. A little advice.

Once you get to a certain amount of Known on the internet or a subsection of it, or even in a subsection of a RL group of people, there are going to be people who will make up a version of you which exists only in their heads and which has absolutely nothing to do with who you are. It might better resemble who you were twenty years ago or it might never have had anything to do at all with who you were then or are now.

You cannot stop this. You cannot prevent this. Once you get a certain number of followers or a certain amount of attention, that's going to happen: people will make up stories about you which either look through a fun-house mirror at some small aspect of who you are and twist it and blow it up until it doesn't resemble you at all, or which just have absolutely no basis in fact whatsoever.

This is just another kind of parasocial relationship; it's the kind which really sucks to deal with, because it's so negative and so pervasive. It's very real, and the frustration you feel about it is very real. Nobody wants to be known incorrectly.

But. You can't control this. It's gonna happen. No matter what you say, no matter how precisely you say it, the people who want to misinterpret you will find a way to do so. This doesn't mean 'don't pay attention to what you say,' or 'don't be purposeful and precise with your language,' but it does mean 'don't obsess over the people who are determined to get you wrong.'

You can be the most anodyne, run-of-the-mill, unremarkable human being, and the people who are determined to hate you will find something that they can point to and say 'ha ha! I told you that Spider danced with the devil at midnight! I witnessed it myself!' (It will not help the situation if you are, say, self-admittedly stubborn as fuck, long-winded, and sometimes kinda fucking obnoxious, but please realize that in the end, it doesn't really matter. This is gonna happen no matter what.)

The people who matter will look at what's being said, wrinkle up their foreheads, and say, 'uh, man, it looks like Spider was actually playing with his dog at 9 am?'

That said, if you don't have elephant-thick skin from being a marginalized-gender human being who's been on the internet since before the web had pictures, there are some things you can do to make it easier when people making things up about you starts to get on your nerves:

Establish protocols for when it becomes too much: have someone read your messages, turn off your notifications, have time where you purposefully disengage.

Establish protocols for how you interact, period: "I will block people without guilt if they engage positively with the people who spread untruths about me." "I will answer everything in public so people can't lie about what I said, because it's right there in public." "I will not answer work-related stuff in DMs, that has to go to the work email." Whatever it is, create some boundaries for yourself. Stick to them. The people who push you to bend them aren't doing that for your benefit but theirs.

If you get someone who really hits your Weirdo Alarm, trust it. Yeah, block and report, but also, take screenshots and store them somewhere that isn't easily erased. I have an 'Internet Weirdos' folder, which makes it a little easier to deal with when people start doing things like 'making threats of physical harm to me and my family.' Don't fuss, just take a screenshot and chuck it in the folder. Having that record makes it easier to just forget that it ever happened, because you have a paper trail if anybody starts doing something Real Weird.

Spend time offline, with people who do actually know you.

Don't get lost in the version of you that someone else makes up in order to make up for the shit that's missing in their own life. You aren't required to play the part that someone else is trying to script for you. It is never to your benefit, only to theirs; you gain nothing by standing in that role for them, and you lose precious seconds of your one irreplaceable life.

You could be using those seconds to look at this video of how to pick up a duck, which I think we can all agree is a better investment of your time.

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suguae · 4 months

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snow on the beach.

This was a short drabble, super sorry if it's bad. I've been sick and I wanted to write something!

+ angst

"It's snowing!" Utahime runs outside, her long hair jumping with every pounce. "Wait for me." Shoko walks with hands in her pockets making sure she follows closely behind Utahime.

You turn around to see Suguru walk out of the boys dorm. Haibara running out excitedly with Kento following behind. "Morning y/n!" Haibara waves before throwing himself in the snow. It was a morning to remember.

But all you could do was watch. Today was a morning to remember, but the night before was a nightmare. "He went on a run this morning." Suguru stood next to you interrupting yourself from thinking about last night. "...good for him." You look up at Suguru and awkwardly smile.

"Maybe it's best if we see other people?" Satoru says watching every muscle on your face soften as your eyes got watery. You loved him and he loved you, but never were you expecting him to say those words. But everything happens for a reason?

"If that's what you want..."

"Shoko told me that you think he has another chick?" You sigh and sit on the front step of the girls dorm, Suguru taking a seat right next to you. "A man only says that if he already has another women Sugu..." You fidget with your gloves, the cold wind caused the tip of your nose to get red. "You are both very important to me, but I have no clue of Satoru being with another-"

The nerve, Satoru Gojo had to break up with you the night after and bring the women he left you for back to the campus. His bright smile shining as he throws snowballs at the brunette. She was gorgeous, her laugh, her smile, her looks. Straight off the cover of vogue.

"Hey guys, this is my friend...Miyu." He introduces her to the group playing in the snow. Not bothering to come near you or Suguru. You scoffed looking over at Suguru who was just as shocked as you. "Y/n I'm sorry I really don't know why he'd-" Your eyes getting all watery again, God you hated being such a cry baby. "Don't apologize for him Sugu." You get up walking back to your room.

Satoru spots Suguru sitting, quickly making his way towards him. "Hey why aren't you playing in the snow with the rest?" Satoru takes a seat right next to Suguru. Did anyone think this would happen? Knowing Satoru it was a slim chance but he loved you. Everyone saw it? So why was he already introducing all his friends to another women. "What's the purpose of this...of her?" Suguru points at the brunette who was laughing with Haibara.

"She has a name...listen people move on and they-" Satoru starts giving some lame ass excuse. "Save it for someone more gullible." Suguru scoffed walking in to check on you. Not caring if he'd get punished for walking into the girls dorm.

Your blankets wrapping around your body, the tiny window cracked open letting the cold air enter the room, the vanilla scented candle burning. Lastly, the small sniffles coming out of you. "Y/n...?" It was Suguru, how could you not give in to Suguru. Engulfing him in a huge hug as soon as you feel his weight on the feet of your bed.

The painful cries get louder and each filled with hurt and betrayal. You really loved Satoru, if he'd hurt you this much. Then again it's only been a day since you two have officially ended. Your crying slowed down as you laid with Suguru in the bed. His hand softly petting your head as your arms tightly wrapped around him. "I told you." You mumbled, finally gathering the courage to speak again.

But Suguru didn't even know what to say. Still shocked as to why Satoru would even leave you. Suguru watched you softly drift back to sleep before leaving your room. Everyone was now sitting in the snow sipping on some hot chocolate. "Why hasn't y/n come out!" Utahime asked, watching Suguru leaving the girls dorm. "She doesn't feel good."

How pathetic. Not even bothering to check on you knowing how heartbroken you were and still are. What kind of friends were they? Watching them all sit and laugh as if you weren't hurting.

Hours passed, "Want to come get hotpot with us?"

No, Suguru didn't. He hated hotpot, only because you hated it. He loved hotpot. "I'm gonna pass." Satoru sighed before attempting to close the door to Suguru's room..."You got what you wanted, stop moping around."

"I wanted her happy." Suguru sighed looking up at his blue eyed friend. "...And she was the happiest with you." Suguru scrolls on his phone again waiting for Satoru to close the door. Which he thankfully did, not picking a fight.

The door slightly creaked to your room, not a word was said nor could you hear footsteps. Just a sigh and the door closing again. Maybe Sugu checking on you.

"Where did everyone go?" You asked walking into Suguru's room. Sitting on the rolling chair to his desk. "Hotpot." He turned his phone off taking all his attention to you. "You didn't go?" Why would he? Why would he leave you here all alone?

"No, wanna go grab something else to eat?" He suggested seeing the soft smile on your face, food never disappointed you. "Let me go bundle up." You rush back to your room.

"You look...warm." Suguru fought the urge to say beautiful. It felt wrong to go after you in the state you were in. He didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of you. "I am." You smile.

"I would 10/10 go back." You give Suguru a thumbs up while rubbing your belly. Your eyes trail off to the side to see the beach. This was a new sight, Snow on the beach? "Can we go down?" You tap Suguru and point. "It's dangerous don't you thin-" before he could even finish his sentence you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the set of stairs. You knew he'd say something like that. So you wasted no time.

Reaching the bottom step, you slip. Your butt hitting the fluffy snow while Suguru fell right on top. You couldn't help but laugh. "What did I-" You threw a snowball at his face to escape from him. running along the snowy white shore. "I'm gonna get you for that!" Suguru giggled running toward you, which he failed due to tripping over his own foot.

You sigh taking a seat next to Suguru. Watching the steady water. "Sugu...Do you like me?" You look at him, waiting for an answer. Embarrassing if he'd say no....

"If I said yes?"

"Look how cute they look! I want to do that too, imagine me and you just sitting on the snowy beach?" The brunette clutched onto Satoru's arm. When all Satoru could think about Suguru's words..."She was the happiest with you."

The awful imagine in his head of you wrapped around in your blanket, the same candle Suguru saw was now dead when Satoru walked in. It was something Satoru never imagine. But Miyu made him happy, you made him happy too but he just had more stuff in common with Miyu.

"Miyu, Do you think when two people are too different, it would be hard to work the relationship?" Miyu looked away from the two on the beach. "No...I think if you truly love them, difference is what makes the bond stronger. You learn new stuff about them and they learn new stuff about you." Miyu smiled leaning her head into Satoru's chest.

ouch.

"If you said yes...I don't know actually." You lean your head onto Suguru's shoulder. "I love you Suguru don't get me wrong, and I appreciate everything you've been doing for me ever since...you know."

"But..." Suguru looked up at the stars getting ready for you reject him. He couldn't possibly hate you if you rejected him though. No matter what he'd still love you. Like always...."I'm not ready, but you know that."

"Give me a couple weeks, or months..." You grab his hand. "I'd wait for eternity for you y/n....I promise." He squeezes your hand, securing his promise.

You two are now making your way back to the dorms. It was darker and quieter. More peaceful. Satoru was sitting out in the front of the girls dorm as if he were waiting. "Clear things up with him..." Suguru whispers. How could you? He hurt you...

You walk towards the dorms, watching Satoru lift his head up at the sound of the snow crunching. "Y/n...." You stop and sat right next to him. "She's beautiful." You look up at the sky, the cold crispy wind hitting your face. "I'm just surprised that..."

"I still love you y/n...and you just won't leave my head. I think and you just keep coming in my head. Seeing you with Suguru drives me crazy and I can't see you just drift away so easily from me."

You look over to see the blue teary eyed, "You should've thought about that before you decided to end things with me Satoru." You were right. You were always right. That's what Satoru loved about you the most. The words you would mutter out would always have a strong righteous meaning.

"And you look happier with her." You wipe the tear from your face. It was true he looked happier, he felt happier too. But seeing you slip so easily ruined the happiness for him. "Maybe next time introduce me, I want to meet her." You smile getting up. Satoru also stood up hovering over you, swallowing you up in a big up. Which surprised you...by a lot.

"I'm so fucking sorry..."

"A wedding on the beach...not a fan of the beach but this is too cute." Shoko drops the dead cigarette on the sand, Utahime following her behind amazed at the decor. "They outdid it. I love it!" Utahime jumps up and grabs Shoko's arm.

"This was definitely all planned by y/n." Kento picks up the littered trash from Shoko and throws it in the nearest trash. "No, Suguru would never overbear her with all this work." Satoru sighed.

Much older now...Satoru understands how it felt to lose such a prized possession. The way you read your vows to Suguru and how much love and time you took with yours. He knew Suguru's had to be longer and just as beautifully written as yours. "So she was your ex?" Megumi whispered. That's the only label he had to you. "No wonder she left you for Suguru, you're so weird." Megumi disses the white haired man in the bind fold.

He sighed, "I left her...rookie mistake."

#drabble #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru angst #angst #jjk angst #jujutsu geto #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #rosipuree

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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What do you think of possessive turtles with their s/o? What do you think they'de be like? Other than marking their s/o that is

Ninja turtles + possessiveness

Ah, the smell of toxic relationships!

18+ I Ninja guys are mind to late twenties I kind of dark!turtles, kind of what I think the toxic aspects of dating them would actually be like. I MDNI I General verses

Leo

This bitch is too cocky to even think you can cheat on him, or fall for someone else. Yet!! He's still a mutant turtle, what if you hang out too much with someone who changes your mind?

You haven't answered in half an hour? Calls you.

Oh, you don't answer? haha, funny

* proceeds to spam*

via text, via calls, via social media

He just has this controlling habit of wanting to know where you are, with whom, and what you're doing.

You hate it, but when you confront him about it, he's always like

:( What do you mean? I'm just worried!

The foot clan's out there, you know?

Passive aggressive, honestly

It's not that he's being possessive! he just wants to make sure you're safe. *coughs * gaslighting * coughs*

He's sore when it doesn't work.

Donatello

Yeah, I don't how to tell you this but, your phone is tapped.

Just as you are about to leave to hang out with your friends, he makes the century's discoverment. It's happening again — "Please stay; it's important!"

Just five more minutes! *263536 hours later he still isn't done showing you *

Tracks your phone (in case of an emergency, of course)

Scoffs at you when you point out he's being possessive

Raphael

Behold, the "I can take you there" man.

Do you need to go to the store? He drives you! Get on the motorbike, enjoy the city lights ;)

You're hanging out with your friends? Don't worry; he'll give you a lift! No? Why not? Hmm, are you really hanging out with your friends?

Well, if he can't take you there, he can pick you up. How's that? :D Really so annoying.

Oh, you're clubbing? Guess what?! He's patrolling just in that same area. Isn't that great? Now he can wait for you to finish and walk you home!

Stalks your Instagram stories knowing he'll probably get angry, and then confronts you about the most random screenshots. Why are you touching this friend on the shoulder in this pic?! >:(

Seriously nerve-wracking.

Mikey

Listen, listen, we gotta give Mikey all the coins!! All the points because he's so subtle you don't even notice he's being possessive until one day you're reflecting and * loud gasp * revelation.

He gives you a bracelet just like his own so you can wear it as a couple! In addition to many other things that are sometimes bought and sometimes handmade, the point is that they are all orange.

And you will say, how is that possessive?

BECAUSE, because, your friends ask, is orange your favorite color? And while it may be yes, it is an opportunity to mention that the color reminds you of your boyfriend.

In short, he gives you or does things that will force you to bring him into conversation with other people.

He is the first to comment on all your photos on social media, "How beautiful my angel!" which is a problem bc now your friends want to meet him * sweats * how the hell are you gonna explain? And what if someone in your group reveals the secret? * anxiety intensifies *

Everyone in your life knows that you have a boyfriend, which is not bad, but sometimes, Instead of his actions feeling genuine, it's more like he just wants everyone to know that you are taken.

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ineffable-gallimaufry · 2 months

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characters in les mis (musical) ranked on how good their introductions were:

jean valjean: 9/10 he actually says his name and like . conveniently gives us his backstory while talking to javert which was nice

javert: 10/10 literally says his name and then says "do not forget my name" so forcefully i managed to not forget his name immediately so that was good

the bishop: 5/10 solid but not enough context. could've used a whole five minute song about only him beforehand tbh (kidding i swear)

fantine: 9/10 she does have people say her name which is good, she doesn't say it directly but like she does fill in her situation well. also i would feel bad for giving her a low score since her intro is literally her having a horrible time

bamatabois: 3/10 he never says his name and he's a huge asshole . only gets a three because it conveyed his character well + javert was there. but he also gets a three because i hate him

fauchelevent: 10/10 because. it's the runaway cart man . best song in les mis. also they do say his name so it works

cosette: 10/10 her name is said over and over again before she's even onstage + her introduction really shows the bleakness of the situation she lives in with the thénardiers

mme thénardier: 8/10 she doesn't say her name but it is a good introduction nonetheless . 8/10 instead of 9/10 because it isn't like. my favorite favorite but it is good

eponine: 6/10 controversial but sorry. i feel like they introduce us to eponine as kind of a brat (with her name which is nice) and even maybe as helping her mother directly to hurt cosette whereas we don't get a good enough reintroduction to her character in act two that gives us a better idea of her character as someone who's arguably just as hurt by the thénardiers as cosette. it's still okay though

m thénardier: 10/10 they say his name and then immediately he gets master of the house? it's a good introduction to the fact he's a big old thief and it's also kind of a bop. no notes

gavroche: 10/10 his name is in his first line. and it gives you a very good impression of him. i don't have any notes alright . i mean they kinda give the impression he's not related to thénardier but i can't fault them for not including that since it's not a HUGE plot point

enjolras: 2/10 i genuinely do not think anyone ever adresses this guy by name. i only remembered he was supposed to be there after i watched the play and then had to hunt down the actor's name in my playbill so i could see if i remembered him. like he just felt like another member of les amis tbh. two points because at least he's still characterized well

marius: 5/10 we hear his name from enjolras and because we get no context for his life before this point he feels so damn uninteresting... like all we get is the "ooh marius is in looove" without ANY context of his life outside of that. literally just there to fall in love with cosette and it shows

les amis de l'abc: 4/10 i am grouping them together because they literally get NO distinguishing qualities from each other in their introductions. grantaire making fun of someone is alright for things grantaire would do but like. can we not give that to courfeyrac?? why are all of them such non characters in this introduction?? like at least we get a few name drops from enjolras but i am just not really a fan. courfeyrac should be in here more since marius lives with him but i guess that doesn't matter because marius had his whole backstory surgically removed to make room for the brick to not be a million year long play. whatever. probably why lesgle gets nothing either despite the fact he introduced marius to les amis. didn't know this got on my nerves so much

patron-minette: 5/10 i mean. it's AN introduction but also to be fair i can't get mad too much since they're not major characters+ they are kinda interchangeable in the end. only montparnasse got a name drop but they did also keep my favorite eponine moment largely intact so. eh. whatever they get a five for being mediocre

#les mis #les miserables #these are just my opinions and they're very biased (see the fact that fauchelevent gets a 10/10)#but i'll put em out there lol

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Don't Touch

Whump Rating: 3.5/5

TW: Ear injury, but it's fully healed

The newest group of heroes were…touchy. Not temper-wise, but physically. They slapped each other’s backs and nudged each other when walking. Wild and Twilight wrestled. Wind stole Warriors’ scarf—often by yanking it off his neck.

It was weird. Hyrule keeps a healthy distance from all of it. They try to draw him in by reaching out, but he’s adept at ducking incoming hands. A few inches to the side removes him from the range of nudging. A quick redirect can send the more excited members to someone else.

Over time, the Chain leaves him alone. Sky sends the odd longing glance, but he doesn’t push his hugs and cuddles. Hyrule slowly relaxes as they prove they won’t surprise him with touch. What no one asks, though, is why he doesn’t like it in the first place.

They are in his era and approaching one of the towns. Hyrule leads the way, although his shoulders are rising to meet his ears. Time slides in next to him, careful not to bump him. “Is something wrong?”

They’ll find out soon enough. “The people in my era don’t like me. Sometimes they can be a little…harsh.” Harsh is a kindness they don’t give him, but he keeps that to himself.

Hyrule loves what his era could be, buried beneath the angry townspeople and monsters. There are others out there who will offer help if you look hard enough. He fights for them, not those who hate him.

People glare, but the addition of the other heroes keeps them from approaching. The group splits up; the others will have a better time buying supplies. Even strangers are more favorable than the local hero.

Hyrule sticks to the alleys and side streets, doing his best to keep out of sight while also continuing to move. It’s dangerous to stay in one spot for too long. Even with the precaution, though, they find him.

“Goddess-damned hero!” The shopkeeper throws his can of garbage at Hyrule and he skitters back. Rotting vegetables streak his arm where he wasn’t quick enough to dodge.

“Hero! In our town?” Another door opens and a man exits, hefting a wooden staff. The cries continue and soon Hyrule is surrounded.

“Get out!”

“No one wants you!”

“Piece of filth!”

The words hurt, but the stones hurt more. Hyrule yelps as one lands solidly against his shoulder. The growing mob shouts and dives in around him.

Dirty fingers claw at his skin, leaving raised lines. Something—probably the staff—is slammed into his gut and he folds, arm raised to try to protect his head. Someone stomps on the fingers braced against the ground. His scream stutters as metal flashes in someone’s hand; there’s a knife.

“We’ve had enough of you!”

“Yeah! Make sure he never comes back!”

Someone grabs his head, turning it to the side. He thrashes, shouts—anything to get free. Panic has his heart hammering double time and all he wants to do is get out of here. Arms tighten around his ribs, crushing his arms in place.

“Hold him steady!”

A hand grabs his ear, pulling and pinching. Hyrule thrashes harder, but he can’t get free. The man with the knife steps forward. Rage twists his face into a snarl. Like this, it’s hard to tell the monsters from the hylians. All they want is an outlet for their pain and the hero is the closest they have.

The knife slices through skin. Hyrule screams and thrashes harder. It’s too dull to cut cleanly so the man saws as he cuts, slicing and reslicing sensitive flesh. Blood pours from the growing wound, dripping onto his tunic.

Somewhere below all the pain, a thought drifts by—Warriors is going to be pissed about the bloodstains.

His head is on fire and his ear, nerves still mostly intact, is sending wild signals he cannot act on. Hyrule begs and wails, but they don’t care. They never care. How many times of the people of his realm beat him to a bloody pulp and leave him to die? One of his fingers is permanently short where someone cut it off.

Touch in his era only means pain and agony. Anything else is only a lie to cover the truth. Sooner or later, someone will hurt you.

“Let him go! Now!”

There’s a roar of sound—or maybe it’s the growing buzzing in his other ear—and suddenly the hands holding him are disappearing. The knife vanishes and as soon as he’s free, Hyrule clutches his ruined ear. It hangs; mostly cut off. Gently he cradles it. The smallest movement seems likely to rip it off completely.

The heroes are a blur of rage as they fight off the townspeople. They scatter with shouts of their own. A few don’t get up from where they’ve fallen. Unconscious? Or dead? The traveler can’t bring himself to care.

“Hey, let me see, Hyrule” That’s Time, crouching in front of him. His hand hovers near where the traveler cups his bleeding ear.

It’s childish, but he shakes his head and scoots backward. When did he end up on the ground? He doesn’t want anyone to touch him. Not now. Not like this.

“Please, we want to help.”

No. No, no, he’ll deal with this on his own. Just like every other wound he’s gotten.

Then Legend is replacing Time. He pulls out a knife and Hyrule flinches, but all the vet does is press it into his hand. “Here.” Then he puts his hand flat on the ground and positions the knife over it. “Now, you’re going to let Time check your ear. And if he does anything you don’t like, or you think we’re going to hurt you, you stab that dagger into my hand, okay?”

Despite the burning agony, Hyrule gapes at him. Why…why would he offer something like that? It must be a trap. Warily, he presses the dagger down slightly. The tip pricks the skin and a drop of blood wells. Legend doesn’t flinch; doesn’t pull away.

“Time? Any day now.”

The hero moves forward and slowly, Hyrule uncovers his ear. The hiss from the others is off-kilter from only one ear. Time touches it carefully and it’s all the traveler can do not to pull away, or hurt Legend out of fear. What can they do? A red potion might help, but those are important. They need them for traveling. He might be able to heal some of the damage, but—

The tinkle of a fairy cuts off his thoughts. Hyrule’s eyes widen as the creature swirls around his head, dusting him with magic. The wounds from the mob vanish and his ear is good as new. He flicks it, just to test.

Through it all, Legend never moves his hand.

“You wasted a fairy on me,” he breathes. He pulls the dagger away and hands it back.

“It’s not a waste if it was worth it. Keep it. Till you feel safe.” Legend curls Hyrule’s hand around the handle.

The vet’s fingers burn hot where they touch his. Maybe…not all touch has to mean pain.

#touch aversion #tw blood #tw injury #whumptober2023 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu whumptober #breannasfluff #mywriting #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu time

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Elder God

Summary: gn!reader After an unfortunate incident, you find yourself "bound" to an elder god called Azul. Now you have three days to try and save yourself.

CW: elder god au! So of course some horror esc imagery, injury, I'm not sure if this is Yan or just horrorish, tbh, haven't decided. I might explore it later, there is a cat but nothing happens to it, so you don't have to worry! Spreading my cat lover Jade and Floyd agenda, some victim blaming

Part Two Part Three Lore Part Four

You hated going out at night. If it came to it, you would have your keys between your fingers, and have a pocket knife in your other hand. But your greatest fear was that, if it came to it, it wouldn't be enough.

And you were right. You had strained your back earlier, and had tried to sleep it off. But it was not working out, so, petting your cat for courage, and steeling your nerves, you decided to rush to the pharmacy across the street from your apartment, grab a good bottle of pain killer, then run back.

It was on the run back that a group of hooded figures grabbed you and dragged you into a derelict building.

Tied up, sobbing, and surrounded by hooded figures chanting, you were certain this was it. You were going to die because you strained your back.

A fog was filling the room, and the lights were beginning to shimmer blue and purple, waving like the lights in an aquarium. And out of the lights emerged a man with silver hair, in a gray tuxedo. He was soon flanked by two tall men, one of whom was brimming with unmasked excitement.

"What is it you ask of me?" The silver haired man asked, pressing a gloved hand to his chest, and bowing.

"Bring about the destruction of this plane," one of the hooded figures said.

"It's a deal."

Inky blackness rose up around him and tentacles rushed out of it, wrapping around the hooded figures, and absorbing them into the ink. It was too fast, but also too slow.

The man strode over to you, and you tried to scoot yourself away. Naturally, your tied up body was no match for him, and he reached you, and ripped the gag from your mouth.

Your first thought, and the first words out of your mouth were, "Please don't kill me, I have no one to feed my cat!"

All three men froze, before the excited one burst into laughter.

"Gahaha! Did you hear that Azul?"

"Fufu it's certainly one of the more unique requests we've ever received."

Azul stared at you for a moment before nodding. He then snapped his fingers, and the twin men picked you up and held you firmly between them. You struggled in their grasp, but they were inhumanly strong.

He stared at you, before gently caressing your tear stained face.

Then his jaw unhinged, displaying row after row of sharp teeth. You screamed as he bit your shoulder, trying to struggle away, only making the bite wound worse as he held tightly to your shoulder.

He released his bite, looking human again, and the twins dropped you to the ground, letting you writhe in pain as you sobbed.

Azul knelt next to you, giving you a pleased smile.

"You have three days to get your affairs in order. After that, I will come to collect, ready or not."

The three vanished into inky blackness leaving you alone on the floor.

….

You weren't sure how you got home. You couldn't remember. And you could almost convince yourself that the night before hadn't even happened, if it weren't for the throbbing bite in your shoulder, and the man sitting on top of your bookshelf, who was wearing an eerie grin.

"Morning Shrimpy. Just came to check on ya!" You sat completely still as he leapt off the bookshelf, and reached down to pet your cat, who, like a good protector, had only just noticed him.

"To be honest, I thought you were lying about the cat. A lot of people give us all kinds of bull shit when they think Azul's about to kill them. Very cute though," he picked it up, and, unexpectedly, the cat nuzzled against him and purred.

You slowly stood up from your bed, and walked over to him like you were approaching a wild animal. He probably was, to be honest. You had no idea what had happened last night, so the three of them could truly be anything.

But that was exactly why you wanted to get your cat away from him.

"Ah, I'm not gonna hurt your cat. I like cats. My brother and I used to have a lot of them," he said with a snicker, before handing you the cat. "Obviously that was before we decided to serve and obey an ocean entity. Cat's don't do well with water. But I'd give anything to have a little fella with me."

Did he truly not understand how scared you were of him? Did he truly not get how distressing his presence was? How it reminded you painfully that you'd been marked for death?

Apparently not, because he decided to plop cross legged on your bed.

"So, what are we going to do today?"

"We?" You regretted how quickly you snapped at him, but he seemed unconcerned.

"Well, getting affairs in order is a lot of work, plus you gotta decide who can take care of your cat, and you need to process what's coming. Also, lots of people waste the time they're given trying to get out of their situation. You might want some help."

"Get out of my house," you snapped.

"Alright. Your loss," he said with a laugh, before poofing into inky blackness.

He was right. All the things you should be doing would take more time than you had. But you still couldn't bring yourself to do anything more than lay in your bed with your cat, wallowing in misery.

….

It was day two and your bite was infected. It had to be. You'd never had a wound seep black ooze before, but it had to be infection.

You'd already used all your bandages and rubbing alcohol to try and clean it, when a cold cloth was pressed to your shoulder. You screamed.

"Hush. You're just giving yourself extra work. A cold cloth will numb the area," A calm voice said.

You turned and saw the man from yesterday. Or not exactly the man. Something was different, you just couldn't tell what.

"There's nothing you can do about it," he hummed with a close eyed smile. You were certain he wasn't talking about the wound anymore.

"I have one more day, get out of my house."

"I just want to observe. What made Azul just give you the chance Floyd and I had to beg for?"

You couldn't see either of those men begging for anything, but sometimes it's best to keep your mouth shut.

He took another step towards you, and inhaled deeply.

"You smell of death."

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't shower yesterday. I'm kind of going through something." You snapped.

"No, you don't stink, you smell of-" he was interrupted as your cat rubbed up against his leg. He grinned in delight.

"Well hello little one! Would you like to come with me forever? I'm sure you wouldn't like it, our dimension is very wet."

He turned to you,"Floyd and I used to-"

"He told me yesterday. Get out."

He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright. We'll see how brave you are tomorrow evening, fufufu."

And like his brother, he vanished.

You were so lost on what to do. But he was right about the cold cloth. As much as it infuriated you, it was numbing the area, and dulling the pain. But you'd need a new one soon. This one was almost soaked through with black liquid.

Trying to decide your next steps you heard a tentative knock at the door. Grabbing a jacket to hide the bite, you answered it, and were greeted by your neighbor.

He was a shy thing, who took care of his chronically ill brother, and worked from home. He probably would have never gotten the strength to talk to you if it wasn't for your cat. But overtime, you'd gotten to know one another quite well when he'd come over to pet your cat. In fact, you were wondering why he wasn't the first person you called about caring for your cat.

"Hey Idia, need some kitty time?"

He nodded quickly, searching out your cat within your apartment. He had a sixth sense about where it was. He could find it anywhere with little help from you.

"Idia, can I ask you a question?"

He looked between you and your cat nervously.

"Um, sure, that doesn't sound concerning at all."

"If something happened to me, would you take care of my cat?"

He snorted before turning back to your cat. "Nothing's gonna happen to you, Y/N."

"But if it did-"

"Nothing's gonna happen to you, Y/N," he said in a colder tone than you'd ever heard from him.

He started fiddling with his necklace subconsciously. It was a golden pomegranate on a gold chain. He claimed it was a symbol for death. Idia had an odd hyperfixation on all things…

You were internally smacking your forehead at the fact that you didn't turn to your supernatural obsessed friend about your situation.

"Idia, I got in some trouble, and I'm hoping you might know something that can help."

He stiffened. "If it involves going out, you know I'm not super good at that…"

"It's not that. Are there any books you can recommend about escaping, I don't know how to explain it, I guess, shady deals?"

He looked at you in total confusion. "The fuck? Did you get in with the Mafia or something? Cause I don't know much about-"

"No!" You cried in exasperation. "It's not even a deal really, I wasn't given any voice or choice in anything, I was literally pulled along for the ride."

He looked at your cat as though he was hoping they would tell him what you were talking about.

"Gah! Okay, let me just show you!" You started to unzip your jacket, and he looked away with a blush. You exposed the wound, and spoke.

"Idia, I'm decent, just look."

His gaze traveled to the wound and within seconds you were on the floor, as he hovered over your body, staring at the wound and tracing it with a finger, his face filled with rage.

"How the fuck did this happen?"

You'd never seen him so angry before. It wasn't even your fault, but you still felt scared to tell him. Luckily, it didn't seem like he was waiting for an answer because he was rapid fire questioning you.

"How did they even get in? Everything is so heavily marked, they shouldn't have even gotten past the door?"

He gripped your chin, his eyes glimmering with a dark rage.

"Why did you let him touch you?"

You let out a sob, and he immediately seemed to realize how he was sounding, cause he suddenly looked scared and timid as he quickly scooted away, hastily apologizing.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm just confused at how this could have happened, I," he bit his lip and looked away. "When we started to be friends I left talismans all over your house. He shouldn't have been able to get through the doorway without his flesh burning from his body."

"So you know who he is? Who is he?" You cried as you sat back up, and wrapped your arms around your knees.

"If you didn't know, why did you…nevermind. He's an elder god. An old one at that. To be honest, you should be dead if you encountered him. So why would he-"

"I was dragged into a building by a group of hooded strangers, then he killed all of them and bit me," you snapped, not liking the victim blaming angle he seemed to be taking.

"Huh. That's even weirder. You should definitely be dead."

You both sat in tense silence for a moment, before you decided to break it.

"Idia, do you know how I get out of this?"

He chewed his lip. "I have one idea, but I wouldn't recommend it. How long do you have before he tries to claim you?"

"A day and a half," you whispered.

"Look, I could recommend some reading for you, but it would be a waste. He really hasn't set foot in here?"

You shook your head.

"Then as long as you stay in here he can't get you. Like I said, I set up a lot of wards and talismans in here…"

"With all due respect I don't see how something you bought at a ren faire or anime con is going to save me…"

"Don't get snippy with me. I'm trying to help you keep your soul!" He snapped. For a moment, you thought his blue dyed hair had flickered red. But it was so fast. Your eyes were probably playing tricks on you.

"His two servants or slaves or whatever have already been here!"

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "They shouldn't have been? How did they get in here? Where were they?"

"My room-" he was instantly in your room, before quickly coming back.

"You scared the hell out of me. They haven't been here. What you saw was probably the equivalent of an illusion or hologram."

"But how do you know?"

"I just know. So my point still stands. He can't get in here, so as long as you stay in here, you'll be okay."

He heaved a sigh of relief. You did not share his feelings on the matter.

"What's your second idea?"

He looked away, cheeks pink again.

"You invoke a different god. Put his mark on you. Something permanent, like a tattoo. I'd recommend the death god."

He was fumbling with his pomegranate necklace again.

"Well since you told me not to leave my house…"

"Ortho and I both know how to do it, and safely too. Ortho is slightly more precise but," he pulled the collar of his hoodie down a little to expose the top of a tattoo on his chest, "I did this one myself."

You felt drawn to the mark, and reached out to touch it, but he hastily yanked the collar back up.

"I wouldn't recommend it. You're just trading your soul to someone else. The death god is patient though. He is willing to wait. But it is binding. And the mark would keep him out should the worst happens."

"I'm not too keen on binding myself to an elder god," you muttered under your breath. "And you're certain as long as I stay in here I'll be safe?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Okay, it's not like I have any other choice. I'll put faith in your talismans and charms and stuff."

"Good call," he stood up and headed towards the door. "I'm going to see if there's anything else I can do or set up around here. Ortho might know something too."

He paused at the door, a hand gripping the doorframe.

"If you change your mind about the mark…just know you still have time."

Before you could respond, he quickly left your apartment.

….

Over the course of the next twenty four hours, Idia popped in and out; placing extra charms, extra talismans, dropping books for you to skim through, sending Ortho to place salt lines in various doorways, petting your cat for moral support, all the things.

He had asked twice more if you wanted a tattoo. The first time you were still thinking about it. The second time, after thinking it through you said,

"If I bound myself to a different god, I'd be back in the same position I am now."

He said he understood, but there was something in his tone that gave you pause. Maybe it was him reflecting on how he was bound to the death god. That would make sense, and if you made it out of this, you'd definitely ask the Shroud brothers why they did it.

Ortho was using a pen to draw a protective mark on your wrist, when you asked,

"Isn't this a little bit overkill?"

"I just want you to feel safe. The safer you feel the less likely you are to leave the confines of your apartment. We know they can send illusions in here, so as long as you can convince yourself you're safe…I'm hoping you won't let them get to you."

"Idia, if something happens to me-"

"Nothing's going to happen to you," he said, choking up a little.

"But if it does-"

"Nothing's going to happen to you, but if it makes you feel better, on the off chance something did happen, I'd take your cat for you."

"Thank you," you whispered. "That book you gave me said if worst comes to worst I can make a deal with him."

"I wouldn't recommend that method. Deals with him are known to only benefit him. You might find you've given him the thing he actually wanted in the first place, and be out something big like your voice or your firstborn or a leg. I heard he asked for a leg once. Wouldn't surprise me, you have nice legs…" that last bit seemed to be just rambling, and since he'd been helping you, you decided it was better to pretend you didn't hear it.

You sat in silence for another couple moments, before Idia spoke again.

"Would you mind if Ortho spent the night on your couch? I'd feel better if he could be here to protect you."

You eyed the scrawny boy in front of you, who was now blowing on the delicate pen marking on your wrist, and raised an eyebrow.

"All due respect, but how would Ortho stand up against a tentacle monster thing?"

"I'm stronger than I look!"

"For real, he's like boss level. Plus I'm gonna spend the night figuring out what to do when you survive until morning. We'll need something more permanent, cause I doubt he'll just let you off the hook."

"If it makes you feel better, Ortho can spend the night. But only if you are both-"

You couldn't even finish before both of them were nodding vigorously.

….

That voice. You needed whoever that was. You needed them so badly. You needed to hear that song until you died. You needed it.

You should find it. You were going to find it. Someone is trying to stop you! They are a monster, don't they understand you need that voice? That you need that singer?

They are screaming at you, but the voice is louder. You feel a second person near you, and now you're free! You can keep looking for the voice.

Oh God! There he is! Standing in the moonlight, gazing benevolently down at you. He cups your cheek and whispers,

"Are you ready to go home, dear one?"

Suddenly, something thunks over your ears and you're startled back to reality, standing on the roof and staring at the three menacing "creatures".

Ortho, after placing the noise canceling headphones on your ears, had started to immediately fight with the monsters.

"Run Y/N!" He shouted, and you ran.

Down the stairs. Down the hall. There was your door, you just had to step over the border and call Idia…

Something wrapped around your ankle and tripped you. You flipped onto your back, and saw him standing in the stairway door, floating in the air, and extending his arms, eyes glowing purple as tentacles emerged behind him and shot straight at you .

You attempted to scream for Idia, but a tentacle wrapped around your mouth, two more around your ankles, and you were pulled into a black inky vortex.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland azul #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #idia shroud #idia #ortho shroud #elder god au

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not-another-robin · 2 years

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Miscellaneous Alfred Pennyworth headcanons because he is immortal and you can't tell me otherwise

Alfred HATES musicals. Hates them. Especially Broadway, do not get him started on Andrew Lloyd Webber. He has a vendetta against the man not only because he thinks mega musicals are cheap schlock, but also for RUINING his son for a good 4 months after Phantom of the Opera came out. That shit was Bruce's MCR. he's skulking through the manner in a blanket cape with dark eyeliner playing the title song at deafening volume. Harvey enables him for months just to get on Alfred's nerves. Besides that, the batfam insists he doesn't like musicals as a genre because he can't sing. They are correct.

In my heart of hearts, Alfred was the OG 'finders keepers applies to wayward children'. When Bruce started working with other heros Alfred started checking in on them regularly, especially the ones who were far from home or lost their families. It's not uncommon to see Hawkgirl or Diana or J'onn at the manor when they're feeling homesick.

If a league member has at least one parent that's able to be contacted, said parent is invited to monthly get togethers with the rest of the league parents. They have a little club to talk about their kids. Okay it's more of a support group

If someone needs to be looked after due to sickness or injury and the league can't spare a team mate to do it, they're brought to the manor. Its no secret that most hope for this outcome.

It's a running joke that everyone, everyone gives Alfred a gift on fathers day.

One such Father's day the teen titans made "if lost return to Alfred Pennyworth" shirts for every batfriend (somewhere around 20+ people when alls said and done). They have a big group photo with them all, Alfred in the middle with a shirt that says "keep them".

Alfred watches soap operas regularly, and has seen every episode of Dynasty to date. Where he finds the time nobody knows, but he is knowledgeable on all the TV drama within the shows and behind the scenes. He has pretty ecclectic taste too, given he speaks a couple languages.

One time, while deliriously sick, Jason found him watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. All of the batkids insist this was some fever induced hallucination. They are wrong.

Alfred is a world class pot stirrer. There is so little of substance at the myriad of galas he has to attend that he makes his own fun, sue him. It's a leftover pass time from Martha's days - people were objectively cruel to her and gossipped at her expense often, so she returned it in kind. She was truly a legend in this regard and Alfred was her right hand man. They were experts at sewing seeds of doubt with a single comment ("Oh I'm so sorry sir, I assumed the woman over there was your wife") and watch the world burn, wine in hand. He missed having a partner in crime in that regard - eventually, Jason and Steph fill that role.

Bruce and Alfred have been locked in a decades long battle for Bruce's posture. He will go into shrimp position if given any opening and Alfred is determined to not let that happen. Idk if anyone else's parents did this, but Alfred is absolutely the type of parent to poke/push the small of your back until you sit up straight. He also does this for every batkid, even unofficial ones. Tragically it is too late for Tim.

Both Alfred and Bruce are fond of pen pals, though Alfred kept his up for much longer. He writes letters to his few friends back in England, to the Kents, various heros, he even manages to get mail to Themyscira.

To anyone under the age of fifty (excluding Bruce, maybe) his natural handwriting is completely illegible. Peak old person cursive, it is supernatural how his friends manage to read it. He writes very neat and very small, with very little space in between the lines. Its nightmarish. He does know how to write legibly for the sake of the kids, but his personal notes are practically in code.

Okay this one's a little out there - Alfred's posh accent isn't his natural one. It's natural now, since he's been using it so long, but growing up him and his family spoke in a more country/cockney accent - except for his mom, who had the more posh recieved pronunciation one. I've rewritten Alfred's entire backstory so bear with me She was the head housekeeper for a wealthy family, and she came from a more 'refined' area, so she carried herself with the more stereotypical fancy British manners. Alfred loved his mom, looked up to her more than anything in the world, so he adopted her mannerisms (and accent) whenever he could. He was teased mercilessly for it as a kid, so he stopped, but once he left home to join the military he fully adopted the persona to distance himself from his father and brother. The only time the original accent would slip through was when he was really, blindingly angry or upset, and only Bruce and Dick have ever heard it.

He has a flat within the manor, like a little apartment for his own space. It's initially sparsely decorated, but over the years it accumulates a borderline absurd amount of photos. Some of them are of him, mostly military friends, him with Martha and Thomas, or souvenirs from his theater days. The vast majority are his kids though. Pictures of Bruce from every stage of his life of course (the kids have a field day when they find them) and a smattering of pictures Bruce has drawn for him over the years, from crayon scribbles to charcoal portraits. The halls are lined with photos of the grandbats, many big milestones but also personal ones caught on candid camera: the first time Damian smiled while being hugged, Cassandra and Bruce playing bridge, Dick and Jason asleep after their first mission. On the wall at the end of the hallway hangs the old family portrait - Martha, Thomas, 6 year old Bruce, and him. Though he's not particularly spiritual, it's placement makes him feel like Martha and Thomas can see how their family has grown.

#batman #dc comics #narsposting #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #batfamily #headcanons #i have. so many thoughts about this family so if this gets literally any feedback I'm doing it again #also if you wanna hear my entirely rewritten alfred backstory woof we'll be here all night but id still love to attempt explaining it ascrb

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angelicdevil · 6 months

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So I’ve been busy making some TADC OCs, and I’ll probably be drawing their dynamics with other characters and each other. Info on each under the cut

Ash is of course my self insert. They’re a witch and an artist that tries to look out for everyone and be kind, a compassionate face can make things easier. They’ve also thrown Jax from one end of the map to the other. He’s one of the strongest members despite being part of the shorty squad. They’re deeply in love with both Ragatha and Pomni, and their poor best friends (Gangle and @snowmiserboio ‘s Tommy) have to deal with this nervous schoolgirl crush routine until Ash makes a move.

Midnight Moon is a TADC version of my favorite Sonic OC. The clowns are a pretty tightly knit group so they all get excited when a new clown shows up, like Pomni. Midnight is cheerful and energetic, and so so fast. He likes to do tricks and often does prat falls, cracking the ground with her helmet often. Considering its skill but also all the unexpected obstacles that get in xir way, it’s not always clear if these falls are on purpose or not. Fae is also taller then Jax.

Flip and Iron are also versions of my Sonic OCs and also sisters, so they entered the circus pretty close together. Not at exactly the same time but it was clear one was following the other. Haven’t decided what order though.

Flip is an acrobat and I decided to do a boot off an angel motif cause it’s cute. She’s also friends with Ash so they’ve don’t angel and devil routines for fun. They are incredibly sweet and best friends with Midnight. Though it can’t always match his energy, it always enjoys his company. She’s graceful and beautiful and can actually fly with the wings on their bow. It’s also very kind to the NPCs.

Iron is of course a strong man with a costume that’s the wrong compaction, but those muscles really do work. She’s also good friends with Midnight and Primma too. She’s also protective of her sister, who in turn is protective of her. She also loves her hair, especially her mustache, and her muscles too. She has a lovely singing voice. Her main taste in women are butches.

Dim Dim is a very friendly clown with a skirt that can produce anything. So she often pulls out game models in order to play games or build something. It tries to provide distractions for when people don’t have the energy for an adventure. She also has a thing for cowboys. It is also part of the tightly knit clown group of course, and is probably the friendliest member. It uses its hair as a third hand as practically as one can use a giant hand.

Primma Donna is a tightrope walker that’s also completely full of herself. Hard not to be when you’re beautiful, elegant, and have the most beautiful singing voice of the cast. She often gets on everyone’s nerves, but being self absorbed is how she copes. So it can be hard for her to admit when she wrongs others, but she has apologized. She doesn’t WANT to cause others true pain, she’s just scared and is in turn scared to show that she’s scared. She fucking hates Jax though, she’s hit him with her parasol before.

Rosa Felt is probably one of the most irritable out of the group, only beat by Zooble. He likes most of the others, she just tends to have a short temper. Partially because he’s not allowed to smoke. Or have a real gun most of the time. She probably wouldn’t use it on anyone but he thinks they’re cool. So she has to settle for a tooth pick and several water guns and whatever shooting related carnival games are available. He’s an excellent shot, though. And has the Duke Nukem sound effect. He has had to build up a tolerance for nonsense, but folks like Jax can easily tip her over the edge into anger.

Florita is the youngest at 20 years of age. And acts even younger. She of course spends a lot of time doing plant related stuff, gardening and such. They’re very cheerful and make flower crowns for their friends, and show anyone that needs or wants to how to care for the plants. Her favorite is a little baby monster “Venus flytrap” (the kind that don’t resemble real ones) that she’s named “Audrey III” for their favorite horror musical. She’s also not too fond of Jax and has straight up kicked him before.

Thread is believed to be related to Ragatha, but no one is sure how. She is VERY sweet though and crafty, often using her needle fingers for cutting and sewing. She also loves cats. She’s one of the few people that likes Jax, taking his assholishness as jokes. She’s best friends with Dim Dim and Rosa, and likes to mess with the NPCs is harmless ways. She just likes to see how they react by the boundaries of their programming.

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xioyume · 2 years

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Request made by: @reiketsunomizunomegami

Request: “So for my request can you please write a headcanon of young severus snape and to his slytherin Girlfriend who is very Powerful, Intimidating, and Strong and she hates Lily Potter, James, Sirius so much because they bullied her Boyfriend.. So one time when They started to pick on him again James beat him and then the Reader suddenly appeared and beat all of them include lily because she doesn't even stop her Boyfriend from hurting snape.. Can u make it Angst and very fluff in the end because the Reader kiss Severus's Lips and Cuddles with him at her room thank you💙”

Notes: Man am I gonna let out all my anger to the Marauders here lmao. Get some snacks cause this is going to be long. I’ll be posting the Spanish version tomorrow or later today, depends on how busy school keeps me. I hope you liked it! 💖

Warnings: angst, fluff, bullying, hallucinations, manipulation, panic attacks, Reader calling Lily out on her bullshit

In which you stand up for young Severus Snape and traumatize some students in the process

Severus and you started dating back in your fifth year at Hogwarts, you became friends during second year

You didn’t believe in the pureblood supremacy going on in the Slytherin house and you were determined to prove everyone that being ambitious and cunning wasn’t equal to evil

However, some Gryffindor boys sometimes made you think otherwise

You weren’t one to hate people that much, but James Potter and his little group always managed to get on your nerves, no matter how much you tried to ignore them

Especially after finding out they bullied the boy you had a crush on

But it wasn’t only the Marauders who made your blood boil; Lily Evans also was on that list

Don’t get me wrong, you used to love Lily since she always was like a little ray of sunshine and everyone liked her

It was actually thanks to you that Severus realized he didn’t like Lily as more than a friend and that he was just confused because she was the first person (outside his mother) that showed him kindness

But after the incident where she was called a mudblood by Snape, your friendship kinda fell apart

Yes, Severus apologized (after a deep conversation with you about peer pressure and realizing he was wrong, also a make out session when feelings got out), but Lily didn’t accept the apology completely

Or maybe she didn’t at all, because she started flirting with the same guy that has been tormenting them since they came to Hogwarts

You couldn’t stand by watching this, so when you spotted the Gryffindors pestering your boyfriend with his “best friend” you decided it was enough

Hiding behind a tree, you watched as the Marauders were chanting about Sev’s greasy hair and his “ugly” nose. All words that you knew were bullshit, since those were your favorite spots to kiss and run your fingers through. You let out a deep sigh as you look at your wand, getting prepared to cast the spells you’ve been practicing for an occasion like this. Once you were ready, you got out of your hiding place and pointed your wand at the leader of the group. And just in time, as you saw the glasses wearing guy gripping your boyfriend by the neck in a threatening way.

“Phantasma!” you yelled and a flash of white came out of the pointy stick, successfully hitting your target.

After a few seconds of silence, James started hyperventilating and sweating. Everyone got close to him and tried to calm him down, but he started screaming about dementors and other deadly creatures that were attacking him; this confused everyone, because no creature was on sight. When they realized that this was your doing, Sirius quickly drew his wand out and went to attack, but you wouldn’t let them win that easily. As quickly as possible, you pointed at him and casted another spell.

“Brachiabindo!” you shouted and a couple of ropes appeared out of thin air, binding Black from hands and legs. Severus watched everything, looking at you in awe as you punished his tormentors. He felt himself falling for you even more.

To make sure the other two remaining didn’t run away to tell a teacher, you casted a hex to stick their feet to the ground. Then, you looked at your redhead “friend”; she wasn’t happy at all about the scene that unfolded in front of her. She took out her wand in an attempt to defend her house mates.

“Expelliarmus”. Evans wand flew away and got lost in the grass. “Is anyone else going to try and defend themselves? Because I would like to try a banishing charm” you said and laughed; oh, how you were enjoying giving them a taste of their own medicine.

After making sure Remus and Peter didn’t have their wands in hand, you approached your boyfriend and kneeled down to be at his level.

“Did they hurt you, my love? Do you need me to take you to the hospital wing?” you asked in a sweet manner, contrasting with your previous behavior. The Slytherin boy shook his head and you let out a relieved sigh.

“What did you just called him?” Lily asked, surprise all over her face and almost forgetting that you single-handedly took down the Marauders. “The two of you are dating?”.

“I’m not surprised that you didn’t know about this information, Lilian”. The girl felt a shiver down her spine when she heard her name coming out of your mouth, realizing your were, indeed, very mad at her. “After all, you only hang out with the same people that have been bullying your so called “best friends” ever since we came here” you spat with anger in your voice and eyes.

“Excuse me? You do realize that he called me a mudblood, do you?”. And that’s when you knew that this was it, there was no turning back.

“And you think that befriending the people that have been abusing him way before that makes you better than him?” you asked in retaliation, standing up from your spot next to Severus and walking up to her. “Didn’t you hear him when he apologized to you and said that he appreciates our friendship more than others’ validation, or did Potter already infect you with his stupidness?”.

Snape got up from the grass and stood behind you, taking your hand in his, and looking at the redhead with nothing more than disappointment in his eyes.

“Oh, is that it? Then why do I always see you happily chatting with Regulus Black and Barty Crouch?” the Gryffindor asked, thinking that she caught you in a lie.

“Because they are part of the few people in our house that do not believe in pureblood supremacy” you answered, feeling proud at seeing the red in her cheeks from the embarrassment. “Besides, being a Slytherin does not automatically make you an evil person; if you were our friend, you would know that”. Evans felt the need to keep talking, even if the three of you, along with Lupin and Pettigrew, knew that she wouldn’t win.

“I am your friend!”. You had to fight the urge to do a facepalm at her stupidity.

“I’d rather stay isolated the rest of my life than have a friend that laughs at my suffering the way you did with my boyfriend” you said, feeling that you could get physical at any moment now. “You’re a bad friend, Lily. And you lost two people that really cared about you”. You turned your back to get your partner and yourself from there when you hear the redhead.

“As if I ever liked being friends with you in the first place”.

When Severus turned around to try and stop you, it was too late; you had already punched her nose and left her sitting in the grass, nose bleeding and crying.

“And believe me when I say that next time I’m going to do worst than this!” you yelled, furious at her words. Before you left, you casted the counter spell for James, since you thought that was enough and a very small part of you felt pity for the bastard. You took your boyfriend’s hand again and you both left them there, feeling defeated and traumatized.

After a long walk through the castle, you found the Room of Requirement and entered, seeing as the place stared to look like a dorm; with a little daybed and a lazy bean bag

The two of you sat down on it, Severus on top of you and you embracing him while stroking his hair. He felt so safe in your arms

He told you countless times how thankful he was for you to be in his life and how much he loved you

You took his face in your hands and looked at him with so much adoration as if he was the moon himself (although he was for you), you pressed your lips together in a passionate, yet delicate, kiss, both of you melting at the tenderness of it

Maybe you didn’t have Lily anymore, but you had each other and your other friends, and that was more than enough

You gave him another peck on his nose, then he gave you one. You kissed his cheek and he kissed yours. You kept going until you started a little war on who could give more kisses. After such a day, you knew he deserved all the love you could give him and you were happy to oblige

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Different Penguins x female reader who is insecure about her high-pitched voice and therefore speaks rather softly, if you are so kind! ♥️

A/N: aww, this is so cute, I don’t have a high-pitched voice, but I can highly relate to not liking my voice rip. Again, sorry this took a minute! I hope you enjoy anon! Also, lame title is lame I couldn’t think of anything better rip. Also this is the first headcanons to include the two new pengys from my colony! Hope you enjoy them!

The Penguins Comforting a F!Reader About Her Voice

Arkhamverse Penguin:

“Geez…pipe down Y/N. My ears are bleedin’ over here!”

“Damn! How is it dat you can speak at a frequency only dogs are supposed to hear? So damn high.”

“Jesus did you swallow a whistle or something?”

“Love…love…hey, Y/N! What’s distracting you, love?” Oz had a gloved hand slightly shaking yoru shoulder.

You shook your head slightly, slowling hushing the harsh comments from Oswald’s henchmen earlier. You were just doing Oz a favor and it ended up biting you back in a way you didn’t expect.

“S-Sorry, just was remembering things from earlier…” You muttered softly.

“May I ask what things?”

You shook your head again. You didn’t want to get the guys in trouble. Yeah, they were assholes, but it also wasn’t their fault that your voice was the way it was.

Oz gave you a flat smile, but nodded, not wanting to push the subject anymore.

Oz attempted to change the subject, talk about the Iceberg Lounge, some of the rogues he managed to bump into. Yet, you only seemed to offer short and quiet replies.

He hates when you do this. Oswald absolutely adores every thing about you. Especially your voice, he’ll never understand why you grow quiet sometimes.

“C’mon, love. Talk to me, you know how happy it makes me to hear you…”

“I-I’m sorry, Ozzie…I just don’t want to…to..” You spoke as soft as a feather.

“To what, love?”

You start scratching the back of your neck, your nerves going haywire. “I-I don’t want to make your ears..b-bleed.”

Oswald furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Love, you’d never…I never…who told you that?”

You gulped. “N-No one…I just know…”

“Love.” He scooted hsi chair so he was next to you instead of in front of you. “I don’t know who told you, you made their ears bleed, but know this…they didn’t deserve to hear you anyway. I love your voice, it’s sweet and pure, just like you. When I hear you talk and say my name, it makes this old ticker of mine swell up.”

You found your small grimace slowly growing into a smile. “Y-You really mean that?”

“There it is!” He kissed your cheek. “And I do mean it, with everything in me.”

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

Oswald didn’t like this. No, he didn’t like it one bit.

You had mention before to him about your insecurities with your voice. How you knew it was higher pitched than most. How many people found it annoying, how some thought you were just putting it on. Oswald did his best to put your insecurities at ease, but you both also knew the world continued to be a cruel judgemental place.

It was another night at the Iceberg Lounge. You and Ozzie were mingling with some of the guests. However, you soon realized your group wasn’t so accepting of you…or your voice.

“My God, how can Cobblepot stand that walking whistle.” One guy joked.

You were about to say something, when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Simple. He loves this walking whistle. Especially her clear, sweet, shining voice. The only thing bringing the mood down is your tone of voice..”

“Ozzie..” The red in your face flushing to flattery instead of anger.

“O-O-Of course, Mr. Cobblepot…I-I didn’t mean any d-disrespect.”

Oz didn’t respond. He just kept looking at the man dead in the eyes.

It didn’t take long for the man to scatter along with his company.

Your eyes widened. You may never quite get used to just how much influence Oswald had on others. Just how much people actually feared him, but it’s hard to find fear in someone you cherish.

You hugged his side. “Thank you..” You said clearly, almost proudly.

Oswald kissed the top of your head. “Don’t mention it, sweetheart. Don’t silence yourself for none of these punks.”

Gotham Penguin:

Oswald absolutely adored your voice. It was like crystals glistening in the morning light. So gorgeous and rich, he never understood why you made yourself so quiet and never let your true voice shine through.

The two of you were reading in the common area of the mansion. However, this evening he wanted you to read to him.

“And, this time, my sweet. I want you to read with your full voice.” Oswald took a seat in the chair opposite you.

“F-Full voice?” You stammered quietly.

“Yes, please? I miss hearing it.”

“Y-You don’t think it’s…well…shrilling?”

“I think it’s very delicate, yet strong. It’s yours, a part of you, and I adore everything about you.”

You softly gasped at that. It’s taken months for him to be so forward with you and his feelings. “Y-You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Y/N, you know me better than anyone, and you know more than anything I am a man of my word.”

You giggled. “Yes, that’s true.”

Fueled by new found confidence you were not going to annoy your boyfriend. You began reading with zero hesitation and with no filter.

Your smile grew when you glanced from your book to see Oswald proudly smile back at you.

BTAS Penguin:

“I wish I had a voice like yours, Ozzie..” You mentioned softly.

Oswald barely heard you, as he fed his aviary. “W-What do you mean, dearest?”

“Your voice is just so…warm, proper, and tender…u-unlike mine..” You muttered.

“Oh, my sweet dove…but I love your voice just the way it is!”

“R-Really?” You covered your mouth with both of your hands when you heard your voice at full volume.

Oswald shook his head, disapprovingly. He grabbed the wrist of your hands and slowly brought them away from your mouth.

“Really, I do. Your voice reminds me of the sweet morning dove that serenades the rising sun. It’s so delicate and precious, much like yourself.” He squeezed your hands to empahsize his words.

“Oh, Ozzie…you’re just saying that..” You looked away from him, your face slowly warming up.

“Not at all, my dear. I mean every word…I wish you would believe me..” His thumb began caressing your very red cheek.

“I-I think you just might make me believe, Ozzie.” You said proudly.

TNBA Penguin:

“Oswald…” You called softly.

“Yes, my dear?” You two were settling in to bed. You were in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. You looked at Oz through the mirror, reading a book in bed.

You began making your way from the bathroom to the bedroom. “W-What do you think of going out Wednesday night?” You got under the covers next to him, still speaking as delicate as possible.

“That sounds splendid, darling…however…”

You looked up surprised. “What is it?”

“However…I’m going to need you to start speaking normally, my dove. I can hear you now in the serenity of our nest, but surely not in the company of others.” He insisted.

“Oh, uh…well…” You bit your bottom lip. Trying to think of what to say instead of letting your insecurities come pouring out.

“Darling, is everything all right?”

“You don’t think I sound too…high pitched?” You inquired.

Oswald put down his book, his eyebrows burrowed in thought, but not for long. “No, not at all. I find your voice lovely, dearest…has someone told you otherwise?”

“I-uh-well…I have been told so, occasionally growing up.” You explained.

“Hm…and there hasn’t been any recent incidences..correct?”

You nodded. “Y-yes…”

“Well, I’d say everyone whose told you such awful things…are just envious. They wish they could have a divine voice.”

You looked up at him, with a look of disbelief on your face.

“I love it when you chatter with excitement, causing your voice to get higher. I love how you say my name, and I love it even more because its a part of you.”

You exhale shakily, trying to keep the tears of happiness overflow. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck.

“T-Thanks, Ozzie..”

Oswald chuckled as he squeezed you back in the embrace. “Yes, exactly like that, my dear.”

Telltale Penguin:

You’ve been talking so quiet all day. Oswald couldn’t understand what made you so hush hush. You two were walking through his parents’ park. His heart swelled up whenever you picked up some lose trash or grabbed a napkin from your bag and wetted it to try and wipe away from of the graffiti. You were the most precious thing to him, but yet you were so quiet and reluctant to speak all day.

“Hey, love, is there something wrong? Feelin’ under the weather?”

“Huh? Oh..uh no I’m fine..” You assured breathlessly.

“Why’re you talkin’ so soft, then?” He turned around and cut in front of you path. Bringing your once peaceful stroll to a halt.

You looked up at him. He wasn’t upset, more curious than anything. He leaned his head down, inviting you to respond to him.

“Well?”

“I-I just…my voice is annoying. I know it annoys you…it annoys everyone..”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Oz put his hands on your shoulders. He peered down at you, lifting your head up by your chin between his thumb and index finger. “If you think I find you annoying, love you don’t know me at all…”

“Y-You’re just saying that…”

“Love, I know I kid with you a lot, but not at your expense. I love everything about you, including your voice.”

Oz leaned into your ear and whispered. “Especially when you’re screaming my name..”

“Ozzie!” You shoved him to the side and you began speed walking away from him.

“No, no…not quite like that, but that’s better!” He strided off to catch up with you, as you groaned to yourself.

One Bad Day Penguin:

“Ozzie can you hand me the remote?”

“Sorry, what was that, sugar?”

“Could you hand me the remote?”

Oswald hits his ear with the heel of his hand. “Hmm..maybe that’ll help, can you try again?”

“Oswald…” You groaned.

“I heard that a little better.”

“You can hear me you jerk!” You asserted, leaning over his lap and snatching the remote from his side.

“Well, now I can! You’re not mumbling quietly to yourself.”

Your face fell from defiance to distraught. “Oh..I-uh…didn’t notice…sorry.”

“Y’know, it’s not the only time you do that kinda thing…is everything, okay?” Oswald was nothing if not observant as hell. You really should’ve known better.

“I…I just, trying to control my voice I guess..” You tried to explain.

Oswald blinked rapidly as his eyebrows furrowed. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Oh, please, Ozzie…I-I know it can sound rather..pitchy and that’s probably aggravating.”

“Says who? I never said that.” He looked over at you. “Did someone say that to you?”

“No, no! I…um…well..figured it was a safe assumption.”

“Well, you know that old saying about assuming..” Oz nudged his shoulder against yours.

You giggled. “It’s just I’ve been told that…before by others.”

“I think you know me well enough to know I’m not like the others, darling.”

“I know, I do know. And I love you for it…tremendously.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Oswald kissed your head. “And I love you, sweetheart. You and your voice, don’t lower it or change it for anyone.”

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

Oswald has a difficult time computing this. Like have…have you heard his voice? It sounds like his vocal chords are going through a cheese grater (his thoughts not mine, I love this wee gremlin). He knows his voice isn’t the most soft, tender, or elegant voice in the world, but it’s his and he’s proud of it.

For you to have such a beautiful and bright voice, only to be so unsure about it to were you’re barely speaking above a whisper…it hurts him.

“Hey, Y/N…why do you do that?” Oswald asked.

The two of you had just gotten back to your shared apartment after a date. You had been whispering and speaking in a hushed tone all night. Often having to repeat yourself to him.

“Do what, Ozzie?” You questioned as softly as a feather.

“Like that! Whispering, all quiet. That’s not your normal voice.”

You bit your lip, you managed to get through the whole night speaking in a more refined tone. You never suspected he would actually caught on to it.

“Well, um…I just…” You sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin the night with my squeaks and shrills..” You mumbled.

“You…” Oswald shook his head in disbelief. “You didn’t…you wouldn’t ruin the night. I missed your voice all night! I love your squeals and squeaks, they’re adorable! Just like you!” He exclaimed, waddling over to you and taking your hands in his.

“Wait…really?”

“Of course! Is that why you were talking all muddled and hushed? If anyone has a problem with your voice, they’re gonna have to answer to me about it!” He snarled.

You giggled and combed your fingers through his spiky orange hair. “Thank you, Ozzie” You squeaked.

“Don’t mention it, sweet thing. Glad to have your voice back!”

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

You really should know better than to speak so softly. His ears aren’t exactly what they used to be.

“My dear, I’m sorry, could you say that again, perhaps a bit louder?”

You two were in the middle of planning the grand-opening of the new aviary at the Gotham Zoo. You held the itinerary of the events and a spare map of the entire aviary.

“Oh, uh…yeah, sorry, Oswald.” You stammered.

“You’ve been speaking low and soft all day, do you have something ailing you, beloved?”

“I-I-uh…no…not exactly. I-I’m fine.” You insisted, straightening out the papers in hand to try and focus back on the job at hand.

Oswald had other ideas. He grabbed the items from your hand and shoved them down and out of view.

“Oswald-I’m fine! Honest!”

He just looked at you, deep into your eyes. Oz’s eyes never wavered, but yours did. Your pupils constantly darting back and forth, left and right.

“Y/N…I’d like to think we’ve grown close enough to discuss anything that troubles us.”

Your heart sunk at just how hurt he sounded, not out of anger or sadness, just confused.

“I’m sorry,” You piped up at normal pitch. “I-I didn’t mean to make you worry, I just know my…normal voice can be…a lot.”

“What do you mean, dearest? I can never get enough of your voice…has someone told you to change it?”

“I-I, well, no…not recently anyway.”

Oswald sighed. If anyone knew about the cruelities of human perception to even the slightest flaw or suspected abnormalities it would be him.

He offered you a soft smile. “Y/N, my dearest, darling Y/N. I will always love you just as you are. Voice, and all. I would never ever ask you to change a thing. And anyone who has wish they could change something in themselves but can’t. And they weren’t worth your time or energy anyway.”

You found yourself smiling back at Oz.

Oswald let his hand go from the documents and let you lift them back up to view.

“Please, my love, one more time. With your one true beautiful voice.”

You leaned down to the side of his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “With pleasure, Ozzie!”

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mordenheim · 6 months

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“The Good We Do Is Magnified”

The following flash fic is tied into my own "Travels in Equestria" series, however this is specifically meant to be a birthday gift for @ask-de-writer, a friend who has inspired me to keep reading and writing for several years now. Thank you, old friend.

It had been almost a decade since the tall, slender zebra had wandered, filthy and starving out of the Everfree. Some ponies had been welcoming of the skinny creature, even pitied him a bit at first. Others saw him as a target for ridicule and distrust. He had been accused of witchcraft, demon summoning, even cannibalism at one point.

When he decided to set up a clinic at the edge of the woods, just outside of town it caused quite a stir. First the Ponyville Medical Society tried to get it shut down, even trying to drag Princess Luna into the mess. That backfired for them horribly. Some ponies tried to scam money from him and religious zealots picketed his clinic. All the while he merely spent his time helping who he was able to and doing his research in private.

Eventually, he ran afoul of a group of zebra supremacists who demanded that he leave the clinic and share his research with only them. He refused and later that night they returned and burned his clinic to the ground.

Hours later, his battered and broken body was found in the bushes near the still burning clinic by an older blue unicorn pony with a white mane and beard. Having watched what the zebra had done from afar, he teleported him far away.

When he finally awoke, Victor was in a bed he didn't recognize in a place he did not know. The old pony introduced himself as De Writer and told him that he had been watching the doctor for a while now.

Over the next month, they talked and got to know one another as the zebra healed from his wounds. He was left with a few more scars to go with his missing eye and the scars on his neck and chest but otherwise seemed even stronger than he had been before. When asked about his healing, he told the tale of his travels from a far different Equestria and a curse given to him long ago.

It was a new day, though. The old pony stood in front of the large building that was put up in place of the old clinic. He tilted his head a bit as he saw the sign above the door was covered up with a tarp. Within moments, the zebra had found him, greeting him with an oddly sharp-toothed smile and guided him inside.

Within, creatures of all races were working together. Gryphons manning desks and helping pegasi patients. Donkeys helping to research magical maladies and guiding people where they needed to go. Dragon sterilizing equipment and helping with physical therapy. Diamond dogs helping find mineral buildups in other creatures' bodies and helping test the purity of metal in various instruments. Every creature you could imagine seemed to be here, either to work or in need of help. Nobody was turned away or looked down on, all working in harmony with each other.

Everywhere he turned, a new breakthrough was seen. Neurological interfaces to help creatures with nerve damage. Special injections and physical therapy programs to rebuild atrophied muscle rapidly. Artificial legs, wings, hooves, tails, even eyes that seemed to function perfectly normally. There even seemed to be some sort of research into magically growing internal organs for transplant. It was all so much.

“I could have grown bitter and hateful” the zebra confided, leaning down as he wrapped a foreleg around the unicorn in a gentle hug. He made sure to pause for a moment to ensure that his limb wouldn't pass right through. “But you showed me true kindness and friendship in spite of our differences, so I decided that I needed to show the same to every other creature. Please, I have just one last thing to show you.”

They walked back through the front doors, the unicorn almost in a daze with everything he had seen. Trotting down the stairs at the front of the building, nodding in greeting to others using the ramps on the sides, the zebra led him down to the small courtyard in front of the building.

Grinning to himself the zebra gave out a shrill whistle and a gryphon and a pegasus flew up to the tarp covering the sign on the building. Lifting it away, a huge brass plaque was revealed:

“The De Writer Center for Inter-Species Medical Research”

“This is the end result of your kindness. You showed me that everyone deserves a chance, no matter their species. We will continue to work diligently every day to honor your name.”

#mordenheim #pony #zebra #mlp:fim #de writer #unicorn #pegasus #dragon #diamond dogs #gryphon #happy birthday #harpy bird-day

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destinyc1020 · 6 months

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People on stan Twitter can drag Austin and his voice all they want lmaoo but it show the jealousy the envy they have because Elvis changed everything for him and he won some awards qnd they would never guessed it would happened bring him down to praise Jacob not gonna make the man known lol because outside stan Twitter and euphoria public nobody knowns Jacob lol

I agree Anon. 💯 At this point, I'm just gonna chalk most of the unnecessary Austin hate on twitter and online to just simple jealousy, group think, and silly fandom wars. 🙄

Almost like they're actually upset that he didn't just stay a Disney Kid or CW actor forever or smthg. 🥴

Newsflash: Actors get their starts in various avenues... and then most of them go on to further their careers and do more substantial work. It happens all the time.

The weird Austin hate campaign is all silly to me at the end of the day. The man hasn't done anything to anybody, and is nothing but kind, gracious to fans, pleasant, humble, and respectful to basically everyone he meets. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I would argue that most of the hate has been Elvis-related, but then Jacob did the same Elvis role (and from what I hear, plays a less "friendly" Elvis), and yet he's not getting a hate campaign.

I will just assume that Austin is just getting the typical hate that most actors get on Toxic Twitter, and will leave it at that. Like I've said in here for ages, MOST actors go through this hate stuff (some for YEARS) until people come to their senses. Actress Anne Hathaway endured unnecessary hate for years in the industry for silly miniscule reasons because people found her "annoying". 🙄 I'll admit, I used to get annoyed myself lol, but then I grew up lol, and now I LOVE Anne! 😅

I find it funny how people have amnesia with Jacob though.... as if he's been squeaky clean for years lol 🙄

I'm fine with Jacob getting his comeup, and having more substantial acting work, but his stans don't need to be coming for Austin, Paul, Timmy or Tom in order to bring JE up.... ESPECIALLY when he's such a NEWBIE to the acting world just in general. Like, slow your roll. 🙄 He's a BABY in the acting world lol 😅

Some of these other actors have been acting since they were KIDS lol.

As SOON as "Priscilla" debuted in Venice, some JE shooters had the nerve to come up in my inbox and talk badly about Tom. 🙄

I'm like....

Your dude hasn't even lead a film not ONCE on the big screen in his LIFE, he has barely won any acting awards.... and it seems like he complains just about every single chance he gets, but yet, his fans are trying to come for other actors who have actually already proven themselves? 🥴

Like, WOW lol 😆 Get real.

That's all I gotta say. Sounds like JE's stans are very insecure.

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steddiesupportgroup · 2 years

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Man, for a show I’ve fallen in love with and had so much anticipation for, I ended up kinda wishing I hadn’t watched vol2.

Spoilers and a huge rant under the cut

The whole time I was literally shaking with nerves about what was gonna happen to Eddie, to all of them. His last moments (the whole last two eps honestly) dragged on for what felt like hours. It wasn’t fun; it was nerve wracking. And yeah, maybe it’s my bad for getting so attached to a fictional character in a show where people die, but so what? He makes us happy in a time where things aren’t going super well, brought us comfort. If we can’t use fiction as an escape, what’s the point of it?

All that aside, I’m still disappointed about other things. El saying goodbye to Brenner and finding her strength was great, as was the whole thing with Hopper, but other than that? I spent the whole four hours dreading what was gonna happen. I feel like they took the whole “all hope is lost” thing way too far. Watching Lucas hold Max while she begged to die made me fucking sick, as did watching Eddie sacrifice himself. I hate this trend of having people guess who’s gonna die, it’s just sad. Lucas getting beaten up by Jason, who, yeah he died, but didn’t get what he deserved. He was grieving and deranged, and then he was nothing.

And like they touched on Steve’s character arc for a split second before taking ten steps back. I don’t believe that he wants to get back with Nancy because he keeps finding new people in his life, new experiences that change his worldview. Why go back to a girl that is hung up on someone else? This isn’t even a steddie thing- they could’ve touched on his growth without involving her. He’s someone who protects people now, who keeps putting others before himself and doesn’t stop fighting no matter what. Maybe he doesn’t even need a canon relationship to find worth and value. The dream with the kids was cute, but he’s so much more than some guy who can save the world but can’t move on from his first love. I want them to have love for each other, but they both need more.

And man, Nancy and Jonathan are really dragging on. I like them as a couple, really! But couldn’t they have other conflict? Or keep the conflict without involving Steve? All that buildup for them to lie to each other about how good they are, it just doesn’t make sense. I expected Jonathan to tell her the truth about college, or have him circle back to thinking about what it would look like if they kept holding on.

And yeah, Robin and Vicki at the end was just some hetero “we don’t know how to write queer relationships” bullshit. Just because they’re both girls and can have things in common doesn’t mean they need to be the same person. Robin deserves better than that, even someone who knows what she’s been through (winking at you ronance shippers).

I knew Byler wasn’t gonna happen, but man, they really couldn’t have had Will and Jonathan have a better conversation? Even at the end? It’s like “everyone knows so it doesn’t need to be said” but why not?? How is Will any different from Robin, who is somehow the only character who can openly talk about her queerness? Because he’s a boy? Because he’s young and in love with his best friend? I don’t wanna watch him cry in the back of the van with Mike if they’re not gonna have some kinda resolution.

I am gonna keep talking about Eddie, actually. His death was wretched, yeah. But the thing that breaks my heart is that now his name is tainted beyond death, and the people who loved him are silenced and pushed to the side. The Munson Murders, what a tragic end for a character who was so loving, so kind and gracious to everyone around him. And how are the writers gonna act like no one else in the group is bothered by his supposed death? They got to know Eddie, they risked everything to save him, and you can’t tell me that it’s business as usual after all that. If he is dead, it’s the worst insult to his memory. Ya know what’s better than dying a hero? Getting justice! Living to see another day with the people who love you! He could’ve become a braver person if he lived and he was already a fucking hero, because just like Steve, he cares about the kids. I can’t imagine what Dustin will go through and I really don’t want to.

So yeah. I know that the writers won’t see this, but I hope with enough pushback they’ll revive his character. If they can do it with Brenner after having his brain turned to mush, they can do it with Eddie after getting the same wounds as Steve. Especially after El brought Max back from the dead.

And man don’t even get me started on Netflix feeding into the Eddie love the whole time, it feels so vicious of them. Rbing steddie fanart and acting like his character was going somewhere. Like we get that little tidbit about Eddie’s dad teaching him to hotwire a car and for what? To never see him again? I don’t believe it.

Okay, I need to stop. Thanks for reading, I’ll be writing a fix-it fic within the next few days <3

#vol2 #stranger things spoilers #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #steddie #ronance #byler #jancy #lumax #will byers

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crystalninjaphoenix · 11 months

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An Interview

A JSE Fanfic

Septics Inverted AU

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(I bet you guys thought I forgot about this. Nope, it’s just that MerMay took up a lot of my free writing time... and then like twenty more days passed in which I was busy XD But I’m back now! Let’s catch up on what’s happened to Chase since we’ve last seen him. And then we’ll peek in on Jackie and Frederick and their investigation. And yep. That’s the chapter ^-^)

Chase wasn’t sure how long he’d been stuck in here. The room had no windows or clocks, which made it hard to tell time, but he guessed it was at least a couple days. He had no real way to know. The lights didn’t turn off. He couldn’t even ask anyone for the date. Sure, there was a camera mounted in the corner of the room, watching him, but he hadn’t actually seen another human person since he woke up here.

If there was any doubt in his mind that IRIS was sketchy before, it was cleared now. It had to be illegal to transfer people to a different place while they were asleep. Yet that’s what they did. He went to bed, and when he next opened his eyes, he was stuck in a room that felt more like a cage than the literal prison cell he’d been in. At least in prison they let you leave the room a couple times a day.

That stupid camera was getting on his nerves. It just sat there, unchanging except for its blinking red light. He’d been lying on the bed in the room, but now he sat up and waved at it. “Hey. Having fun? You sick fucks. I know you’re watching.”

The camera, of course, didn’t answer.

Were they just going to keep him in here? That woman from IRIS said they wanted to help “people like him.” How was any of this helpful? If anything, it was the exact opposite.

Chase sighed. He stared at the camera in the corner for a moment more. Then idly scanned the room for the umpteenth time. The room was unremarkable on the surface. The walls were plain plaster—gray upper half, blue bottom half—and the floor was concrete. There was little furniture in the room. Just the bed and a table with two chairs. And the small alcove in the corner with a toilet and a sink, hidden by a curtain that looked recently installed. That was how Chase knew this was no ordinary room. This was designed to keep people in. Keep them for an extended period of time.

“Are you guys, like, a vigilante group or something?” Chase said, looking back up at the camera. “Is this a punishment? Cause I think I was being punished enough.” He paused. “No, wait, I got it. This is like some sort of human experimentation thing. You get people no one cares about to test your... whatever. Is that it?”

The camera still didn’t answer. Because it was an inanimate object. What was he expecting? Well, maybe there could have been an intercom in the room or something, but they probably would have used that earlier, when he tried to hit the camera in the corner with a pillow. He would’ve tried throwing the chair but he was worried about somehow hurting himself. That was a high distance to throw a heavy object.

Chase stopped staring at the camera and stared at the door instead. It was made of metal and looked heavy. There was a small gap in the bottom, with a flap like a main slot in the door, where someone outside—he didn’t know who, because they never answered him when he tried to talk—would slide trays of food, presumably every few hours. It wasn’t bad food. In fact, it was probably better than what he’d been eating for the past year or so. But he hated that he couldn’t leave to go get it himself. The door was locked tight. He’d tried.

But just as he was thinking about how secure the door was, he heard the distinct CLUNK! of a heavy lock turning, and the door swung open. Chase just about fell off the bed as he stood up as fast as possible.

A man walked into the room. He wore a black uniform of some kind, a uniform which vaguely reminded Chase of a security officer, but with the addition of a black mask covering the lower half of his face. The man also carried a black case, and he walked over to the table and opened it up. But Chase wasn’t paying attention to that. He was staring at the woman in the white coat that came into the room. It was the same woman who’d come to “let him know about the transfer” in prison. He recognized her short red hair. Another person in a black uniform waited outside, closing the room door as soon as the woman walked in. The lock turned again. Damn it.

“Hello Mr. Brody,” the woman said, and smiled.

Chase didn’t answer right away. He gave her a quick once-over, then looked back at the man in black. The woman only held a clipboard and pen, but the man had some sort of stick dangling from his belt. Definitely a weapon. Too securely attached to grab, though. Unless he was desperate.

“I hope you’ve found everything... adequate,” the woman said.

“I’m sorry? What the fuck? Do you think this—” Chase gestured at the room at large. “—is ‘adequate’?”

“Unfortunately, we have some safety measures that must be enforced,” the woman said. “Now. I’m here to talk to you, and I would appreciate it if this was easy for both of us.” She smiled again, but there was something tight about the expression this time.

Chase glanced again at the man in black. He’d finished what he was doing. There was now another camera set up on a tripod by the table.

The woman walked over to the table and sat down at one of the chairs. The camera was directed away from her, and towards the other chair. “Please take a seat, Mr. Brody,” she said, and began writing something on her clipboard. The man stood at attention behind her, out of view of the camera.

Chase really wanted to make this difficult for these people, but there was too much risk. He didn’t know what they wanted from him. Hell, they might just kill him if he resisted too much. So, as much as he didn’t want to listen, he reluctantly walked over and sat down in the other chair. He glared at the camera. Then directed that glare at the woman. “So, are you going to fucking explain what I’m doing here?”

“One second, Mr. Brody.” The woman glanced at the camera. A red light started blinking on it. She nodded. “The date is August 13th, 2019. We are interviewing... please state your name for the record.”

“Why? You know my name. You just said it.”

“It’s for the record, sir,” the woman said calmly.

Chase sighed. “Fine. My name’s Chase Brody.”

“Mr. Brody is a five-foot eight-inch white male in his early thirties. He has had contact with an individual who has been exposed to ALTR 114209, and has likely been exposed himself, though it’s unlikely that there has been exposure within the past twelve months. Mr. Brody, what do you know about this?”

Chase stared at the woman. “Uh... I’m sorry, that was a lot of words just now. Most of which I don’t understand. In this context, at least.”

“Ah, that’s understandable.” The woman nodded. “We’ll explain everything later. For now, we need to know if you’ve ever seen or experienced anything unusual?”

“I mean... define ‘unusual,’ I don’t think my life is ‘usual.’” Chase rolled his eyes.

“Anything that seems unnatural,” the woman explained. “Perhaps even supernatural.”

Chase’s heart stopped for a moment, though he maintained a neutral expression. Anything unnatural? Fuck, he’d have to narrow it down. IRIS was looking for the supernatural, then? That’s why they came after him. But that still didn’t explain what they wanted. And frankly, he wasn’t going to help them. Not after they’d shoved him in a room for a couple days and locked him in. “I dunno. I mean, everyone thinks they’ve seen something, right?”

The woman nodded, and wrote something down. “Alright. Mr. Brody, we know you lived with an individual named Jack McLoughlin for two years.”

Chase stiffened.

“Did you notice anything unusual about him in that time period?”

“Uh... I don’t know.” Chase stared at the woman, trying to figure out what she was getting at. But her face remained pleasantly calm. “Jack was a bit weird... He was, uh... f-f-forgetful... and spent... a lot of time, um... inside... a-and stuff.” He stumbled over his words as guilt curdled in his stomach. All of Jack’s ‘weirdness’ was his own fault, after all.

The woman flipped to something else on her clipboard. “While that is concerning, it is not considered unusual, since the cause of those behaviors are well-documented in police files, and has, in fact, been confessed to by yourself and your two companions.”

“...right.” Chase laughed nervously. He gripped the edge of the table tight.

“Was there anything unusual about Mr. McLoughlin besides those symptoms?”

There was a floating fucking eyeball and a living glitch. “N-no, not that I can think of.”

The woman nodded. She flipped back to the first page. “Do you recognize this facility?

“Uhhh...” Chase was about to instinctively deny it, but something stopped him. “Well, I don’t recognize you, but...” He glanced around the room again. There had been something about it... “This... building is familiar. It’s...” He paused, then hie nodded slightly as he put a name to it. “It’s like I’ve been here before.”

“Mr. Brody, I assure you, you’ve never been here before,” the woman said gently. “We have no records of you in this building before this.”

“No, it’s not like that, it’s...” Chase struggled with the words. “There’s... an energy here that I’ve felt before. But... it’s probably just deja vu or something.”

The woman’s eyes glanced sharply up. “Have you experienced instances of this before?”

“Like what? What do you mean?”

“Like... feelings of deja vu, like this has happened before,” she explained.

“Uh, yeah, of course. Everybody has.” Chase shrugged. “It’s just the mind playing tricks on you.”

“Have you had any similar experiences?” The woman asked. “Like, for example, seeing things that aren’t there, strange objects appearing out of nowhere, or losing track of time?”

Chase shook his head. “No, I’m not psychotic, if you’re asking.”

“That’s not what we were asking, it’s if you ever experienced occurrences like that,” the woman said.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. That’s such a vague series of shit, I’m sure that everyone would answer positively to something. Losing track of time? Really? Everyone’s gotten caught up in stuff.”

“Hmm.” The woman nodded vaguely. “Mr. Brody, I referenced ALTR 114209 earlier. Do you know what that is?”

“I’ve never heard that word and series of numbers before, no.”

“That’s not what I was asking, Mr. Brody, I asked you if you know what that is.”

Chase threw a hand up in the air. “That’s the same fucking thing. So no. I don’t know. What is it?”

“We’ll explain later, Mr. Brody,” the woman said, not even looking up from her clipboard.

“Fuck that!” Chase shouted. “I’ve been stuck in here for at least two days, if you’re being honest about the date, the least you can do is tell me what the hell’s going on!”

“This concludes our session—”

“Session?! It’s been like two minutes!”

“These sessions will not be long.” The woman stood up. “I’ll be back tomorrow to give you an assessment—”

“What, like a psychological assessment or a check-up at the doctor’s?” Chase interrupted.

“You’ll see. You just have to be a little bit patient.” The woman smiled.

“My patience is going to keep wearing thin for as long as you guys keep me in here.” Chase gestured at the room. “You had such a low bar to clear, and yet this is worse than being in prison. This has to be a war crime or something. What the fuck.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Brody, we know what we’re doing,” the woman said in what was supposed to be a reassuring tone, but which didn’t reassure Chase at all. “Try to get some rest, tomorrow will be a big day.” And then she started walking towards the door.

“Hey! You can’t just leave me in here!” Chase bolted to his feet and started running after her, but a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He’d forgotten about the man in the black uniform.

The man roughly pushed him towards the bed, then followed the woman out of the room. Chase took a few steps forward. But he wasn’t fast enough. The two of them were out of the room. The door closed and locked behind them.

“Assholes!” Chase shouted. “You’re all fucking accessories in kidnapping! Trust me on that!” He sighed. They probably didn’t care. And he doubted they would answer for their crimes. If IRIS was able to make some kind of arrangement with the Mirygale prison system, an arrangement that let him just vanish into their care with no complaint, then they probably had enough power to avoid the consequences of all this.

He turned and started sitting down on the bed—not much to do but sleep in this room—but then he stopped. They’d left the camera on the tripod in the room. Was that on purpose? It had to be, right?

He stared at the camera for a while. Until he was pretty sure that anyone outside the room would have left. Then he stood up and walked over to the camera. “Hello there.” He waved. “So one wasn’t enough? You had to leave a second?” A pause. “Well I’m gonna say this is on you, then.”

And he reached out and took the camera off the tripod, turning it over in his hands. It looked normal. A bit old-fashioned in how bulky it was. The one weird thing was that there was no way to see the video the camera was recording. But he didn’t really care about any of this. He wasn’t really curious about the stupid camera anyway.

With one smooth motion, Chase threw the camera against the far wall, putting all his force into the throw. It flew through the air and crashed against the wall, falling to the floor. He walked over to check it out... but the camera was completely undamaged. Not a scratch on it.

“Fucking figures,” Chase muttered, picking it up again. He looked at the camera hanging from the ceiling. Taking careful aim, he threw this new tripod camera at it. SMACK! Metal clashed together. But the ceiling camera hadn’t so much as swiveled from its position, and the tripod camera was fine even as it landed hard on the concrete ground.

“What the fuck are these made of?!” Chase shouted. He walked over and kicked the camera on the ground, but that didn’t do anything.

He glared up at the corner camera, then at the door. He waited for someone to come in and tell him to stop it. But... nothing.

Unease creeped up on him. That... that probably hadn’t been a good idea. He’d let his frustration take hold, and had forgotten the fact that he was entirely at IRIS’s mercy. They could totally just leave him in here to starve to death. No one would ever know. Well... Jackie would probably know. Stacy and the kids would, too, even if he wasn’t sure Stacy would care. But the point was, they couldn’t stop it from happening.

Now thoroughly unnerved, Chase walked back to the bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. He wondered if people were noticing his absence now. If the story about the “transfer” was holding them over.

It didn’t matter. He doubted they could find him even if they knew about IRIS.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I want to come check it out.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Frederick looked up at Jackie, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “Do you know how hard it’ll be to adjust the wards for you? There’s one designed to specifically keep out non-magicians.”

“Well that seems like discrimination, if you ask me,” Jackie said.

Frederick chuckled. “It’s helpful. We don’t want random people breaking into the building and finding out magic exists. Anyway. Can we discuss this in the morning and not when I’m about to go to bed?”

“I wake you up every time I go to bed, anyway.” Jackie shrugged.

“Not every time.” Frederick had been lying down on the bed, but now he sat up straight. “Alright, let’s talk about this. Are you sure? You’re the one concerned that IRIS put tracking devices in their tech.”

“And you’re the one who reassured me that your safe house has all sorts of magical protection.”

“I’m going to repeat what I said about it being hard to adjust the wards for you.”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you let me help.” Jackie folded his arms. “If you didn’t want me to come check out the fancy WTCHR camera your magic taskforce bought, you shouldn’t have told me you were buying one to check out in the first place.”

“Yeah, that’s on me, that’s fair.” Frederick nodded. “Look, I’ll have to talk to the others. It’s a group thing, after all.”

“Who’s in charge? Just ask them.”

“That’s not really how things work.”

“What d’you mean? Someone has to be in charge.”

“No, we’re all the same,” Frederick explained. “We’re all agents. There’s no ranking system. Sure, we have supervisors, and of course, the Magi is in charge of everyone, but it’s not like I’m a—a lieutenant and someone else is a captain. It’s all equal until someone’s promoted to supervisor, and none of us are.”

“Aren’t you and Yvonne like... special agents for tracking down black magic magicians or something?” Jackie asked.

“Yeah. So are all the others in the group. Except for Briony and Nick. They’re wizards, which are technically different, but it’s still about equal to an agent. Just with a different skill set. Anyway, that’s only two out of seven, so it really doesn’t matter.”

Jackie stared at him. “The ABIM is weird. Anyway, can I come look at the IRIS stuff you guys bought or not?”

“If the others will agree, yeah, of course.” Frederick nodded. “But I have to ask why you want to see it. Just curiosity?”

“I want to help,” Jackie insisted. “Have you guys done any magical experiments on it yet?”

“Briony’s kept it in a detection box since it arrived this morning. It has to run for a full day for us to get the results, so... not really.”

“Well, maybe once you’ve done those magical experiments, and maybe if you don’t find anything, my non-magic eyes will give you a new perspective,” Jackie said. He hesitated. “And... yeah, I’m a bit curious. I want to see what you guys are gonna do to examine it.”

Frederick smiled. “Alright, melon. I’ll try to convince them. Here, I’ll start right now.” He reached over and picked up his phone from the night stand nearby. “I’m messaging everyone.”

“Can’t believe the magicians have a regular-ass group chat,” Jackie muttered.

“It’s a Discord server, actually.”

“Holy shit that’s even more unbelievable!” Jackie gaped.

Frederick laughed. “C’mon, magicians have been able to protect their stuff online since the beginning of the Internet. You know this. It can’t be that hard to believe.”

“It’s just weird to hear you name-drop popular online stuff.”

“That’s fair.” Frederick went silent for a while, typing. Then he paused for a moment. “No immediate replies. I’ll check again this morning.” He looked up at Jackie. “Now can I go to bed?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jackie shrugged. “I’m gonna be here in like an hour, though, so don’t get too comfy.” That was a bit of a joke. He knew that Frederick fell asleep quickly; he would absolutely get comfy.

“Good night, Jackieboy.” Frederick set his phone back on the night stand. “Turn the light off, please.”

“Got it. Good night.” Jackie turned the light off and left the room, closing the door behind him.

He said he was going to go to sleep in an hour, but that didn’t happen. There was something bothering him. He wasn’t sure what it was. It was just a gut feeling that something was wrong. That he was being... watched. It made it hard to calm down, and he ended up staying up until three in the morning, trying to distract himself. But that didn’t fully work. He ended up switching from video game to video game, and nothing could immerse him enough to make him forget about that feeling.

Eventually, though, he had to try to sleep. He got changed, brushed his teeth, and walked into the dark bedroom, silently finding his way to the bed and climbing under the blankets. As he’d expected, Frederick’s breathing shifted, and he mumbled something in Chinese before rolling over. One arm draped over Jackie’s side and pulled him closer.

Jackie let out a breath. He felt a bit less uneasy now. A bit safer. But the feeling of being watched still didn’t disappear, not until he eventually drifted off to sleep.

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