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#wanted to draw a little goofy comic ft. casey jr but got sidetracked with wanting/having to draw myself a guide map ://#which btw tip for all storyboarders/comic artists!!! draw yourself a small map of the scene you're working on!!!#saves you the trouble of having to “remember” where every character is situated#rottmnt subway lair reference#miiukkart#rottmnt
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Now we've got all six of em, can I just say that CRIPES ALMIGHTY the titles for a starless clan suck major ass! Both separately AND as a group!!
I Do Not Rewrite Arcs Until They Are Done BUT DO YOU WANNA HEAR MY WIP RENAMES SO FAR
Remember: Don't get too attached yet, the only one I can say with certainty will show up somewhere is the title of Book 4.
ARC RENAME: A Starless Clan -> A Prayer Unanswered
The original name is really good but I'm getting a vibe that the theme of the rework is going to be... when love isn't enough.
It's about how some things can't get better. It's about how all the kindness in the world couldn't get Bramblestar to turn around as a leader. It's about how Heartstar might have had good intentions, but occupation never works out in the end. It's Nightheart's relationship to his family being salvageable, not because they don't all want to fix it, but because his life has worked out best with distance from them.
So, Prayers Unanswered is both about the religious part of how RiverClan doesn't have a leader and can't get in proper touch with StarClan, but it's also about every other wish that hasn't come true.
River -> Starcrossed
One of the VERY large changes I'm considering is actually massively reducing Nightheart's POV. I'm thinking of doing this, not because I dislike him, but because I think it might actually be a better story if the audience is guessing as to his intentions just as much as the other characters are. So, until he's ACTUALLY needed later, his chapters are short and sparse.
So Starcrossed would be about setting up the troubles of the Clans, especially the parts of the conflicts I want to highlight more in BB. It would be setting up the rule changes for "starcrossed lovers" (lmao) but also the brewing anger that the cats have towards code changes... and StarClan, if I do decide to keep the newest revelations and work them in better, in hindsight.
Sky -> Fracture
There's a phrase in my head that is so interesting to me that I need to do something with it. "Only frozen water can fracture."
I want to make the RiverClan situation worse than in-canon. First of all, there's going to be identifiable groups this time which begin to scramble for power. Instead of having the cats just... forget how to do the chores they've done their whole lives, the Clan is splitting up into factions.
This is why they won't be able to win against Heartstar later, when she decides to take drastic measures. They're not fighting like a Clan; they're fighting like a bunch of disorganized teams. There should also be a bunch of needless injuries, maybe even a border aggression that lead to a death, before Heartstar barges in.
I also want to make this a bigger part of the story, Erins willing. Too much time was spent on the Catnip Patrol, imo, we're going to have ANOTHER big trip and I don't want this one to eat up so much time. Rowankit is also still going to die; and maybe a couple of elders around the Lake too.
Shadow -> Snakes and Turnclaws
Berryheart's hate movement has been too tame, from canon books 1 - 4 as of the time of writing. It's ridiculous that they haven't even injured anyone in the Battle Cat series. I saved Antfur from the previous arc so that she can die here.
We've been seeing the Anti-Turnclaw movement rise from the first book, so now with Nightheart's boldness leading him to a place where he will be unsafe, we need to see his rusty butt in actual danger. I'm even thinking that, instead of Nightheart failing his task on purpose, Sunbeam makes him fail by stopping him from getting killed.
I need to know the ending of ASC first though, because I MIGHT be having Berryheart getting her exile here. Whatever kills Antfur is either deniable enough that she's able to squeak by while Sunbeam quietly leaves (refusing to accuse her mother of anything publicly) OR it's so obvious that Heartstar casts her out on the spot.
Meanwhile, we see the OTHER half of ShadowClan's conflict as RiverClan finally unites... against them, as their common enemy. Task failed successfully, Heartsy
Thunder -> The Source of the River
I'm still unspeakably proud of this outline. There's so much I want to do here. She's going to come back with a DND party and I'm hoping that all of them end up in RiverClan with her; INCLUDING Nightheart.
I want the fact that he accompanied Frostpaw to actually be the final straw for him. While he's away, Sunbeam is acclimating to ThunderClan and falling in love with her new home. There are parts she misses about ShadowClan, but as she's adopted by Sparkpelt, taken as a secondary apprentice by the deputy, smiled upon by Squirrelstar after she pressures Bramblestar to abdicate... this starts to feel like this is where she belongs. And that's too hard for Nightheart to ever come back to.
"You come to the source of the river, and are vexed that you do not find the water that is flowing downstream" dude.... man. That's what BB's about. Change. I also really want Nightheart to choose HIS OWN NAME by the end of this series-- so at some point in this book he should finally admit "Nightheart" wasn't his choice either.
(I'm thinking Deltastep. Because his journey with Frostpaw begins at the southern delta of my reworked map.)
And I haven't done them for Book 5 or Book 6 yet, especially since I might end up condensing them or chopping them up to put into the other books.
I do know I'm really love to play with the idea of a starless sky for one of the last books though, I may or may not keep Splashtail's lack of faith in StarClan (hate the Evil Atheist thing they keep doing), but the idea of a "Pitch-Black Star" absolute fucks as symbolism, ngl. Maybe something like "A Gap in the Stars" or "Constellation's Void" or "The Stolen Star"
Also also also I'm having Curlfeather come back as a Dark Forest Demon for at LEAST one scene.
I don't give a good goddamn if they don't go to the Dark Forest or not. ONE weird coincidence that could totally have been Just Good Luck but was actually Curlfeather. Let Her Drown Splashtail, she deserves it. Let her be a malevolent spirit who protects her baby. RiverClan can whine all it wants about Mothwing who ooo doesn't believe in God, Frostpaw's got a demon. Cry about it
Also I hope Frostpaw becomes leader because I'll make it go hard
#Mapleshade here like ''haha i will continue my curse on the appledusk bloodline''#And Curlfeather looms behind her like ''dont.''#BB!ASC#better bones au#ASC Spoilers
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In my current WIP, my main characters are often going on missions in dangerous places to "fix" the area by taking away a harmful magical object, but I'm having a lot of trouble to come up with what generally happens during a mission and how to introduce the main characters during the mission in the first chapter. Do you have any advice in what I could try to get ideas for it and how to introduce characters when there's already a little bit of action?.
Introducing Characters in the Middle of Action
When you start the story or scene with action, you can introduce characters via their role in the action. For example, if your story begins as your characters are in the middle of a dangerous and coordinated attempt to retrieve a magical object, think about the role each character is playing in that retrieval. For example, you might start by introducing Character A because he is the one being lowered over a magically protected pit to retrieve the object. And then you introduce Character B because she is the one in control of the ropes. Then you introduce characters C and D because they are doing an incantation to lower the magical shield around the object they're trying to retrieve. In other words, introduce them as they become necessary... and that doesn't mean you then spend a paragraph or two describing what they look like, where they're from, their personalities, etc. The goal is to give them a name and one memorable feature (be that a physical feature or personality trait) so that later, when the action subsides, the reader will remember that character and you can slowly start to build their character. In other words: you introduce characters by weaving details about them into the story, not by info dumping everything about them in their first appearance.
As for getting ideas for these missions... it would be a good idea to start by brainstorming some harmful magical objects, then thinking about how each of these objects is being used, by whom and for what purpose, and where the object is located. Without knowing these details, it would be difficult to plan a mission to retrieve them. So start with the object and work outward from there. Once you have an idea of the details surrounding an object, you can start to plan what an average mission might look like. Then, for each object, you can look at what's interesting about the situation surrounding it (who has it, where it's located, how it must be retrieved, etc.) and start to figure out what that scene can focus on to make it more interesting. Also, if we theoretically break an average mission up into sections like planning, gathering tools/resources, sneaking in, retrieving the object, and getting out, you don't need to address each of those steps every time they retrieve an object. Because then it's just the same thing over and over again. Maybe that first mission begins with the retrieval because you're starting in the middle of the action. Then, maybe the next one you just show the planning and gathering tools, then the rest happens off page before a time jump. Then maybe another mission you start with sneaking in, have them trying to retrieve the object, then something goes wrong and they have to abandon the mission and regroup to try again later. Then, maybe you save a full beginning to end mission for the climax. That way, it's not the same thing over and over and over again.
I hope that helps!
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New trolls au!!!! Powerless!Branch (check reblogs)
I've only seen the first movie and a few clips from the second and third movies, so I know some of the things I say here might be wrong. Please let me know if any info here is outdated/you have any questions!! (whether it be an elaboration or how it would work in a certain scene or scenario)
Long post under the cut
My observations:
Honestly, when I think about the first movie, I forget that Branch has used his hair more often than I remember. When I think about it, I only remember him using it twice, if at all, and for a hot minute, I thought that Branch didn’t have the “powers” of the other trolls. The trolls' powers consisted of their hair. Their hair seems to be a powerful tool for them, being able to camouflage them and giving them the ability to grab things with it. In one scene in the first movie, the super tiny troll has trouble lifting a mushroom with his hair. This implies that strength is needed to lift and grab things with their hair. So, with some thought, I believe that Branch should not be able to use his hair like the other trolls.
Why:
Branch not being able to use his hair as a tool makes sense to me. In the first movie, despite being gray, it’s still implied that he has the powers of other trolls. He uses his hair to grab Poppy to save her from those spiders, choke someone, and when grabs Poppy when she jumps off the rollerskate (if there are more instances he uses his hair let me know). Despite being able to use his hair, there are multiple instances where he doesn't. Maybe I’m overthinking this, but he still could’ve helped out at certain times. Also, since Branch is gray, there’s probably not a lot of reason to use his hair in the first place. I mean, the man spends most of his time underground, away from danger and parties, so there's no reason for him to use his hair before the movie happens.
Due to this, I believe that Branch shouldn’t have the “powers” of a troll at all. Since Branch has been gray most of his life, it would make sense that he hasn’t used his hair in a long time (as I’ve mentioned). He probably hasn't been using his hair as a tool like he's supposed to, meaning he doesn't have the practice he needs to use it as a tool. As I've mentioned, it seems that you need strength to use your hair to lift and grab things. Branch has been in the bunker for so long that there's no way he has the strength or even the ability to use his hair to grab things because if you don't use it, you lose it, which means that Branch should have lost his ability to use his hair as a tool.
This could work for Branch as a character. Hair appears to be the most powerful tool for the pop trolls (country trolls are centaurs, meaning each species of trolls probably has its own tools) due to how long and durable it is. If Branch doesn't have this ability it makes sense for him, as inventive and smart as he is, to make himself aids with these same purposes to make up for the lack of ability he has with his hair. Branch seems like the mad scientist type anyway, so this type of stuff probably isn't that out of his league. Maybe he makes himself something that works like an extra set of arms, or he has multiple tools he carries all the time so he’s prepared for every situation, or maybe something else completely. None of these seems impossible for Branch to make, considering he built an entire bunker with a working elevator by himself. It would also be interesting to see how his aids affect his actions in the movie. He would have a different way of climbing and swinging, and attempting to choke out Creek would be different too. It would also be interesting to see how the main cast reacts to it too. It's in their nature to help Branch with things he probably can’t do; I imagine them using their hair to help Branch climb somewhere faster or even holding onto him as they swing from surface to surface.
Also, with how paranoid and skeptical Branch is, it would make sense for him to make himself aids to replace the tool he doesn't have to ensure his survival at all times. If he runs into trouble and can’t camouflage, he knows he’s dead. If he falls off a high place, he can’t use his hair to grab onto the ledge and pull himself up. Being an overthinker will probably prepare him for as many situations as he can manage, which will mean replacing the tool he doesn’t have. I genuinely believe this isn’t out of character for Branch in/before the first movie. I also think that Branch’s hair should be in a notably worse condition than everyone else’s. Maybe his hair is thinner and falls out constantly, or he has gray hairs (both make sense bc of how stressed he is). Maybe his hair is messier or drier than everyone else’s. Perhaps it's a few of these or a combination of them all somehow. (Probably wouldn't be good for marketing though lol). I think his hair falling out could also raise the stakes a little. Like, maybe in the first movie, the Chef finds some locks of Branch’s hair, which helps her find the main cast. There’s a lot we could do with this, I believe.
So, my friend @blue-spider-official asked why Branch didn’t just work out his hair while he was self-isolated. I've thought of a couple of possible reasons for this.
One thing I thought of was that he was too busy gathering supplies and building his bunker. I know in the third movie it's stated that he built the bunker for himself and his brothers, so I assume that after his grandma died he started to work on his bunker. The amount of supplies and the size of his bunker took an extremely long time for him to get, especially if he was on his own. Which would mean he was too busy to focus on using or taking care of his hair. Or, something I like a bit more was that he was using his hair during the making of his bunker so much, that because he was so little, he damaged his hair to the point he couldn't use it anymore.
I’m willing to think of an exception to this though. I’m not the most educated with disabilities, but I know that it’s different for everyone. I believe that similar to how some people in wheelchairs can stand and walk (if I remember correctly), Branch can use his hair as a last resort. My reason is that I think it would make sense that if Branch uses his hair, it puts strain on him due to either the damage or lack of strength. This way Branch has more of a “valid reason” to justify not constantly using his hair.
Tldr; Branch using his hair doesn't make sense to me and I've rewritten and justified his character to not use it at all. I want him to be more interesting lol
I hope this makes sense to you. Let me know what you guys think!!! Feel free to add to this too, I want to expand as much as possible!!
#anyways dreamworks should hire me as a writer i think#trolls#trolls 3#trolls branch#trolls 3 band together#dreamworks trolls#trolls movie#not art#the name is just a placeholder tbh. if anyone actually gets intersted in this ill make a proper name but#just trynna get this out there for now
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@bittersweetresilience made the unfortunate mistake of inviting me to rant about something so HERE WE GO
a lot of this is extrapolated but (puffs my chest out) i think i know the characters pretty darn well so im confident that im on the right track with thinking this way
this is gonna be all over the place. but when am i not. so anyway:
obviously emilie and amelie's birth order matters because one of them was the curious and whimsical heiress and the other was the well-behaved and studious not-heiress.
however adrien and félix's birth order isn't outright stated, just implied. emilie used the peacock miraculous first (obviously). she also died from complications with the peacock brooch before colt fathom did ("you remember our shooting contests....sorry i didn't go to your dad's funeral" anyone?). so adrien must be a few days/weeks/months older than félix is
now the reason that this even slightly matters to me whatsoever is that watching s3-4 of miraculous, i wouldn't have guessed that at all. félix has the complete upper hand over adrien when it comes to knowledge of their situation. he manipulates adrien and leads him to do certain things to further his plan. he confronts gabriel without letting adrien in on anything whatsoever.
but. BUT.
emilie was the curious and whimsical older twin who couldn't help but want to help her sister when she was in trouble (everyone being mad at her for her fertility issues).
pair this with the fact that FÉLIX LOVES ADRIEN. FÉLIX LOVES ADRIEN SOOOO MUCH (as we learned in the s5 episode emotion). and suddenly the entire situation makes perfect sense to me
adrien, the impulsive airheaded curious whimsical OLDER twin, who's just. genuinely nice. félix's home life is TERRIBLE so of course he would latch onto someone like that. someone who goes out of his way to be kind to félix, and have shooting contests with him, and switch places with him just to prank their families and laugh about it afterwards. adrien was probably one of the only shining beacons of light, compassion and love that félix had other than his mother -
(which, side rant, that relationship is complicated by the fact that they both have the same abuser. canon doesn't outright say anything about amelie and colt i don't think but the way that amelie relies on félix and goes along with his plans reminds me a lot of the type of enmeshment that happens in mother-child relationships where both parties are victims. no offense amelie. plus just literally every single piece of information we have about colt fathom leads me to think he just sucks, so bad, generally. leaving adrien as one of the only... for lack of a better word, "pure" positive influences that félix might have had growing up) -
and thus of COURSE félix would deem it fit to become this conniving, cunning, mysterious person just to save adrien. félix went through hell because he's a senti so he doesnt want the same thing for his twin cousin. they're both constructs of the peacock miraculous. adrien is just like him, except too good for this world with how much he's willing to reach out and help lift others up. he's probably like, untainted in félix-vision. or like... félix's view is a bit warped even if his heart is in the right place.
so i guess what i mean is that adrien is like that trope of "he's so kind it makes him an idiot" and usually in narratives that type of character is "saved" by someone morally gray who idolizes and looks up to them... félix being the one in question. emphasis on looking up. because he's younger.
and. and. okay. also. okay. KAGAMI. RIGHT? here's the thing. emilie was the "heir", she's supposed to be the one who takes up the family mantle. but she didn't WANT IT. just like ADRIEN is supposed to be with kagami to uphold the family brand, but he doesn't WANT IT. HE WANTS TO GO LIVE THE BOHEMIAN LIFE WITH A TAILOR. it's félix who's actually suited to that role of being kagami's perfect trophy husband and who actually wants to be with her. JUST LIKE. AMELIE. IS. THE ONE WHO. (SCREAMS)
anyway considering all this no wonder félix thinks its okay to shield adrien from the truth. that's his perfect airhead older twin who was probably one of the only people who ever outstretched a hand to lift félix up. and félix probably decided that it's his turn to step up and be the shining beacon of light, compassion and love for adrien... he's just misguided about it because of his background. and so. (gestures vaguely). seasons 3-5 happened
SORRY IF THIS IS REPETITIVE i really dont know how to articulate it all that well
EDIT EDIT EDIT: I FORGOT TO SAY this also makes félix's reaction to adrien's friends video make sense in his self-titled episode. at first it seems like he just fucking hates adrien but actually what's happening is félix thinks that regular humans dont deserve to be given time with a senti, let alone one as kind as adrien
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How do you define the line between "Rule of Cool" and "I need this to make sense in regards to physics/biology/etc"? Is it more of a matter of personal preference? I've been talking to some friends about it, and the relation between the parts of a story we need to make sense and the ones we're fine handwaving away seem to differ from person to person.
That's to be expected, it's a matter of personal preference and style for sure.
I think every story/fictional world is constructed of a mix of soft and hard components. The hard components of the world are the rules that do not change, while the soft components are the flexible areas that are more malleable for the needs of the plot. Hard magic systems are, naturally, an example of a potential hard component of a story - the rules of a hard magic system cannot be futzed or bent for storytelling convenience. In a story with a hard magic system I would not recommend, for instance, giving the protagonist a shonen-anime-style unexplained powerup from the power of friendship when no such ruling exists in the otherwise rigid magic system.
Hard magic systems are not the only part of a story that can be rigid. Some stories, like early Game of Thrones, are very rigid on travel times. Characters get from point A to point B at whatever slow pace they can reasonably manage, and cannot just turn up wherever it's convenient for them to be. Some visual media is very rigid on exact character proportions and will take no artistic liberties with character anatomy or scale even if it would result in a better-composited shot.
If your story and setting is 100% rigid, you as a writer will have a lot of trouble getting it into the shape you need it to be for all your storytelling. If it's 100% flexible, your audience will never be quite certain what the rules are, and may have difficulty getting invested as a result. This is why every creator has a different opinion on this - every story and setting will have different areas where the rules can be bent without breaking anything, and different degrees of flexibility and stretch in those areas.
Of course, Rule Of Cool is basically "that's dope as fuck so I'll allow it" - a judgment based on how dope as fuck the plot point in question is, and how much it will disrupt the established skeleton of the world to allow it. This judgment is subjective on every possible level and your audience will also definitely not agree on a consensus opinion on it. Some of them will like it, but for some of them it'll crack the foundations of their perception of the world. That's just what happens when you bend a structure with a rigid skeleton - sometimes, cracks form. And because each member of the audience builds their own version of your story in their head as you tell it rather than having a perfectly clarified copy of your exact vision, no matter where you lay out the rigid worldbuilding in your story, the audience might not construct the skeleton in the same exact arrangement. They might not notice that the travel times are always meticulously calculated, or in contrast they might see a rigid pattern of consistency across your handwaved soft magic system and recognize rules where you didn't intend to codify any. For these people, when you bend the story at a joint, their version might break. This is just part of the massive cascading miscommunication that is the entire field of storytelling.
Sometimes, Rule Of Cool undercuts your stakes. If you establish in your story that sometimes in times of stress your character gets a crazy dope busted powerup that saves the day, all future stressful situations go from puzzles to solve to countdowns until this character remembers they can do that. This is how Rule of Cool provokes power creep unless very carefully framed as a one-time thing or otherwise couched in caveats.
Of course, if you're talking about the worldbuilding process, the addition of Rule Of Cool is a lot more forgiving, since rather than having to fit this cool thing into the soft parts of your existing world, you can bend the world around it from the foundations. If you want there to be sparkly mermaids or pastel centaurs or cyborg dragons in your setting, you can build in a reason for those to exist from the ground up. I personally gave myself a huge worldbuilding out by creating The Twins, gods that create creatures based on artistic design sensibilities I share. This meant I could create whatever bestiary I wanted with almost no justification required, including all the sparkly mermaids and freaky bug-people I wanted. Similarly, creating a technologically advanced low-magic precursor society gave me the justification I needed to include all the crazy robots and ancient decrepit magitech ruins I wanted to, because I watched Castle In The Sky at a very formative age and found it tight as fuck. It's important to remember that when you're building your world you really can go as crazy as you want, so long as the cool parts internally hold together enough that they feel like they belong in the story.
So yea, there's no rulebook and no hard lines here, but in general, it only takes one or two levels of justification for Rule Of Cool to become A Perfectly Respectable Part Of The Worldbuilding.
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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 5
Next Chapters: Part 6, Part 7
Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4
Author's Note: Well, I finally added Kate. I don't know how most people interpret her character, so I kind of used my own take on it. I’m thinking she’s probably around 26-27 years old, while Toby is like 20-23? And Tim and Brian are somewhere in between.
I just wanted some evil women to be in this too. And idk if her “advice” makes sense to everybody, but I know a lot of people who are around Kate’s age, and most of them HATE texting. I’ve received lectures similar to what she says so many times in my life lmao.
And this chapter may feel a bit rushed but… let’s just say it’s because I’m very excited to write the plot I set up for the next one. Cross-posted on my Ao3 account.
Warnings: Swearing. Brief descriptions of self-harm (like punching walls? idk if that counts). Sexual themes towards the end. (3,086 words).
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Toby was furious.
His thoughts were incoherent, an angry whirlwind of emotions. Nothing went the way he’d planned.
After he left your home, he marched back to the cabin to process what had happened. Of course, that only ended with him trashing the place. He screamed at nothing, threw everything in sight, and punched holes in the walls until finally, his body gave out.
Now he sat on the floor, back up against the wall, panting to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt tears threatening to form.
You had rejected him.
You didn’t feel the same.
He was sure you had been flirting back with him. Every glance you took in his direction, all the times you made contact with his skin. He genuinely thought he’d picked up on some clever hint to kiss you. To make a move. A grand gesture of romance.
But he was wrong.
He fucked up.
And then he made the mistake of trying to call your “bluff”. Which only made you angrier.
The shock of being yelled at had been too much for him to deal with. And he reacted like he always did in those types of situations. With wrath. How could you possibly trust him after this?
Oh god, and you’d seen his face.
That horrific scar.
His heart tightened at the memory. He could barely breathe.
Fuck.
He needed to talk to you again.
If he just explained himself and apologized, you’d come around, right? Give him another chance? It was only a misunderstanding. A tiny blip in what would become an intense love affair between the two of you. Something you’d both laugh at later down the road.
Toby shakily got up from the wooden floor, still exhausted from the outburst. Where was his phone? He had to find it immediately.
Frantically, his eyes scanned over every surface that it could be on. Did he throw it at one point? He couldn’t remember.
Tossing aside a few pillows, he finally recognized the black case on the ground.
The screen was cracked. Relief washed over him when the tiny monitor lit up; it still worked.
There was your name in his contact list, along with a couple others, but your conversation was the only one saved. The only person he wanted to form a real emotional bond with.
His fingers started to type on their own. Toby needed to resolve the issue as soon as possible. He couldn’t take it anymore.
‘I’m sorry about tonight’
The first text. It needed to be an apology. He needed to start off by admitting his fault.
‘I have trouble controlling my feelings. And I get scared when I’m rejected. I like you SO much (Y/N). I feel like such an ass, especially for scaring you. I don’t want you to be scared of me. Please please please give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you I swear.’
He waited for your response.
It didn’t come.
No.
This wasn’t happening.
It couldn’t be happening. He had to see you again. You HAD to be in his life in some way.
Toby paced around his home, chewing on his cheek. Blood gushed down his face from the gnawed flesh.
You were just busy right now. Probably talking to your friend.
That must be it.
You wouldn’t just ignore him like this. After all the moments the two of you shared together, he must’ve meant something to you.
The phone buzzed.
A reply.
‘Thank you for the apology, but there’s no way for me to know if it’s sincere. I feel like you could be using it to guilt me. I just can’t believe what you say Toby, and I think it’s better for both of us if we don’t see each other again. I wish you the best, and hopefully, you can learn from this in the future.’
His heart stopped.
….Oh God no.
“NO! NO! NO!” He punched the wall next to him until his knuckles bled, painting the plaster with red streaks. “YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! You… can’t…”
He started to cry.
Now the floodgates opened, and an ugly sob came from the boy. Curling up on a ratty couch, Toby shoved his face in the cushions to muffle the sounds.
He never did learn how to manage his feelings properly. He knew that there was some kind of mental illness that made it difficult for him. His fucked-up head, he thought bitterly. Controlled by The Operator and controlled by his disorders. There was always something preventing him from having people in his life.
Would he always be this lonely?
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Someone pounded on the front door.
Toby peeked his head up from the sofa.
Who could that be?
Shit. He hoped it wasn’t Tim. That was the last person he needed to see in this state. But he had to talk to whoever it was in case there was a job.
A grin settled on his face.
Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.
A little sadistic fun never hurt, well at least not him anyways. It could help him relieve some of these thoughts. Take them out on somebody else.
Maybe this would prove to be a good thing.
The door swung open, the visitor being too impatient to wait any longer.
Long matted dark brown hair that was almost black, hazel eyes, camping gear strapped to the back.
It was Kate.
“Toby! You home? Sorry, I let myself in I-” She stopped mid-sentence, noticing the mess surrounding her, dark stare settling on the culprit.
“Holy shit what happened here?” She let out a worried laugh. “It looks like a tornado came through. Are you okay? Did you have another episode?”
The older proxy dropped her bags and walked over, kneeling to get a better look at his condition. Toby was slumped over, sluggishly sitting up, refusing to look directly at her. Ashamed to be seen in such a vulnerable way.
Kate was the nicest person he had in his life. Besides you. After all, she was still a proxy.
The problem was that she was hardly ever around. Unlike him, or even Tim and Brian, Kate never settled down in one place for long. She was nomadic, carrying all her earthly possessions in a backpack. Being the fastest and most agile proxy, it was easy for her to hunt individual trespassers and take them down, so she was almost always on the job.
However, once in a blue moon she would stop in to see him. Kate and Toby had a somewhat strong connection. Not unlike how Tim and Brian were attached to each other, and while Brian could be nice to Toby at times, he mostly did it out of necessity. Kate, on the other hand, was kind to Toby in ways that reminded him of his older sibling. Not that he liked comparing her to Laura… or was it Lyra? Sometimes he had a hard time remembering the name. That’s what his journal was for.
“Do you want to talk about it? I won’t make fun of you. No matter how tempted I am.” She sat down next to him, rubbing his back reassuringly.
Toby took a shaky breath, comforted by the gesture. “I-I… fuh-fuck… give me a suh-second…”
He didn’t know how much to share with her. He didn’t want to put you in any danger, and while Kate may have been nice to him, there’s no telling how she’d react to learning about his obsession with a “human”.
She was more… fanatical when it came to serving The Operator.
Different proxies had different levels of devotion to the being, as well as their own unique reasons for serving it. Brian was more apathetic, not caring one way or the other, viewing it like any other profession. Something to train for and do well. Tim was more complex, a mixture of apathy, fear, and at times enthusiasm, mainly when in the act of killing.
Most proxies had no memory of their past lives, no ways to connect to whoever they were before. That’s why it was easy for them to refer to anyone who didn’t serve The Operator as only being “humans”. It was a way to completely remove themselves from the species, to look at them as nothing but an inconvenience or a tool to gain favor with the malevolent entity dictating their lives.
But Toby was a special case. He could still remember. He hadn’t been a proxy for as long as the others and could still picture the faces of his mother and sister. He even knew what his shithead father looked like, especially after he hacked him to pieces. These were the reasons he found it hard to go on. Pretending to everyone that he didn’t resent The Operator’s control at times. That he never longed to try to have a normal life. Maybe kill the occasional abusive dad he might come across. But other than that, be an average everyday person.
And here you came along. An answer to his prayers.
But things were complicated now.
He needed advice.
“I muh-may have… messed up?”
Kate snorted. “Okay… wanna try being more specific maybe?”
Toby picked at the skin of his hands, peeling the areas around his nails.
“I sort of... luh-like somebody…” He trailed off.
It’s not like it was uncommon for proxies or killers to date and hook up with each other. Although everyone knew Toby never had any luck with the others in that department. But despite that, if he kept the conversation vague enough… it should be fine.
“Oh shit! Really?” Caught off guard, the brunette quickly tried to dial it back. “I mean…wow. I didn’t really expect that… who?”
Did he really have that bad of a reputation within their group that it was this much of a surprise to her? It was a little insulting.
“I don’t want to say.” Toby snapped. His temper was starting to get the better of him. And he didn’t want to share any sensitive information.
Luckily, Kate never took what Toby did personally. “Okay- you don’t have to tell me… but watch your tone young man.” She joked.
“Suh-sorry. I’m just really upset. We had a fuh-fight and I don’t know what to do.” He felt like a kid asking their mom for help. But he was desperate.
Toby couldn’t stand the idea of you walking around hating him. Sure, his plans included taking you back to his home, most likely by force, but he thought he would’ve had more opportunities for you to get to know him in a more… conventional way.
“Have you apologized to this… person?” Kate asked, carefully choosing her words. Picking up on how defensive he was being.
“Yeah! I duh-did and-“
She interrupted, “Wait. Did you do it in person or over text?” There was a sternness in her voice at the question. Like Kate was already accusing him of doing something wrong.
“Over text….” He admitted.
“See, that was your first mistake. If you’re going to have an important conversation with someone you need to have it in person. Otherwise, things can get lost in translation. You should speak to them face to face and apologize formally.”
The younger proxy tilted his head, “What if they duh-don’t want to see me?”
Kate sighed. “Well… sometimes you just have to show up. I mean, imagine trying to explain a misunderstanding to someone like Jeff over text…” She paused, scrunching up her face. “Well, that’s not a good example. You would have to call him or else he’d try to stab you. But you know what I mean. People like… us … are quick to just remove people from our lives if we’re hurt. But with our jobs, every connection with other killers or proxies needs to be maintained. Especially since The Operator demands it. So, you should go and see them…. when you’ve calmed down, of course.”
It was clear the brunette was applying her own work experiences to giving Toby guidance. Kate was always well-liked, and in a group full of murderers and malicious beings with untreated mental illnesses, that was no small feat.
But regardless, her explanation made sense. Even though Kate didn’t understand the full context of what happened, her advice probably still applied, right? Sure, you weren’t a killer, but Kate had the best grasp on how to handle disputes out of anyone he knew. If you just took the time to see how sorry he was, and all the effort he was putting in to fix the relationship, then you’d have to forgive him.
“Thuh-thanks. I’ll make sure to do that. I feel like shit that we huh-haven’t gotten the chance to see each other in a while and this….” Toby gestured vaguely to their surroundings. “Is what you fuh-find.”
Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, I get it.”
The fact that it was her that showed up today was very convenient. She was one of the few people who knew Toby well enough to calm him down.
It was almost too convenient.
He narrowed his eyes, looking out the cabin window. Was his boss around? “Anyways, I nuh-never asked you why you’re here.”
“Well, I figured I was long due for a bath. And I wanted to see my favorite proxy. Why, not happy to see me?” She huffed, feigning offense.
“Nuh-no! That’s not it. I just wuh-wasn’t sure if there was a job or something we needed to do.”
The brunette’s eyes glinted with admiration, flashing a small yet strangely sinister smirk. “It’s good you take our work seriously. It’s always best to have The Operator smiling favorably upon us.”
Toby shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sometimes she spoke like a weird cult member. It made his skin crawl, reminding him that despite her soothing demeanor around her peers, Kate could be one of the most brutal and wild killers when carrying out their boss’s orders. Maybe that’s why she always stayed in the forest.
“I’ll be out of your hair in an hour or two. Sadly, there aren’t any sacrifices to make today. I hate having nothing to do.” She grumbled the last part before getting up to grab her bag. “Mind if I take that shower now?”
“No, guh-go right ahead. Not like I pay the water bill for this puh-place.” Toby quipped, shrugging his shoulders with a crack of his joints.
When Kate left the room, he mulled over what actions he needed to take next. Everything was just “lost in translation” as the older proxy said. His mistake was only in how he delivered his apology.
There was hope for him after all. This could be fixed and then you and Toby could be together again. Have the life he knew you two could have.
After everything subsided and he felt at ease, his mind wandered to that passionate kiss he had shared with you. Sure, in retrospect he definitely shouldn’t have done that, but it was nice in the moment. How your lips felt against his, your warm body squirming under him.
It was electric.
If only things had gone well, if you didn’t find him so… repulsive now. Maybe he could’ve taken things further. But there was always time for that later. When he had more time to convince you that he was made for you.
Your mind as well as your body.
… Especially body.
He grinned, getting up to stretch out his muscles. Today was more exhausting than usual after the rollercoaster of feelings he’d gone through. Toby needed rest, and once he felt more confident, he’d pay you a surprise visit. Bring some sort of peace offering. Weren’t guys supposed to give flowers when they wanted to be forgiven? Like those crappy husbands who cheat on their wives.
Not that he wanted to be lumped in with those dudes.
Toby made his way to his room, making sure the door was locked behind him. Even though he trusted Kate, he didn’t want to take any chances.
He could still hear her showering and she would probably be a while. She wasn’t the most hygienic person.
Not that he was one to talk, but he didn’t like having that much blood and dirt caked on him for too long. Kate, however, didn’t seem to mind it. Toby had been assigned on a weeklong mission with her once and as soon as she got “in the zone” the older female was practically feral. Showers just weren’t in her vocabulary at that point.
Lying on his bed, he opened his phone to look through his camera roll. Something he did routinely now before trying to fall asleep… for many reasons.
It was full of photos he’s taken of you over these past months.
Having an outdated phone never really bothered him before, but now he wished he had one that could take better pictures. Especially the ones he took at night. Those always come out too grainy.
Unconsciously, a wistful smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help it. It always happened when he saw you. He scrolled through each photo, taking in every part of you he managed to capture. His mind had almost everything memorized.
“(Y/N)…” He whispered.
Sometimes he just liked to say it. Simply enjoying the sound. How it tasted with every syllable.
Now that he had time to relax, it occurred to him how surprising his argument with you had gone. Every day there was something new he was learning about you. You were actually kind of brave, even if it was to the point of being stupid. But you had stood up to him when he’d lost his cool. Him. A murderous proxy. A serial killer. You didn’t know that, but it was still obvious he could overpower you.
Yet thinking of the passion and determination in your eyes as you stared him down made him shiver with delight.
He loved it.
Toby could feel himself growing tired, lazily flipping through a couple more photos before he’d call it a night.
He stopped.
A picture of you undressing in front of your bedroom window.
Your underwear even matched that day.
His cheeks reddened, a familiar feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach.
He reached a clammy hand into the case of his pillow, retrieving a pair of plain black panties he’d stolen from your house.
He figured he could stay awake a little longer…
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Strange Academy: Finals just revealed the most anticipated backstory of the entire series. But I would argue there are more pieces of the puzzle to connect. #5 may have introduced Doyle’s mother and with her reveal, gave us some understanding of how Doyle came to be, but I have a feeling that they’re not telling us everything. And worriedly, one can ask: will they ever?
Follow me under the cut where I’ll walk you through some theories around the real story behind Doyle’s ‘family.’ Hey, and grab some tissues, it gets a little sad in the end.
Those who have been with this blog for a while now already know that Doyle is at the very top of my list for favorite Strange Academy characters. I took an immediate liking to him because of his connection to one of Dr. Strange’s most dreaded villains: Dormammu. I love super villain characters much more than I do with heroes, so I initially thought they would create Doyle’s character as some sort of heir to the throne, spelling much trouble for the students and staff of Strange Academy. But even with the marketing (prior to the first series release) setting up Doyle as a big bad, his antagonist days have not come to fruition. And honestly, I don’t mind that at all.
Throughout the beginning of the pilot series, I watched Doyle’s career grow with much interest. But with interest came questions, and one of those questions was one of the biggest 3 year secrets the writers had been hiding: what is Doyle’s true family situation?
Everyone, readers and in-universe characters alike always assumed Doyle was the direct biological descendant of Dormammu.
(from Strange Academy (2020) #1)
But as we learned in SA: Finals #5, looks can be deceiving. Doyle has a real human mother and father. So he was just a normal human when he was born! He was only reborn as a Faltine-look alike as a side-effect to healing a medical condition he once had as a baby.
That much, we know. We’ve all read the latest issue. And as big of a deal that is, there is something much more important to talk about now that she’s been revealed: Doyle’s mother herself and her backstory (and motives).
Let’s take a quick step back into the early days of the series. Family (and lineage) became a big deal to the Strange Academy cast when we read the fated “Parent’s Day” issue (see Strange Academy (2020) #9). While many students were able to bring their parent’s to school, we never saw anyone show up for Doyle. Dormammu, we can understand (more on this in a bit), but where was his beloved human mother who was always in his life? I know adults can be busy with whatever, but it sure is interesting that not only has Doyle’s mother not shown up for an important event, but neither has Doyle’s (surrogate) father, Dormammu.
Remember in the first big event of the series when Doyle was killed? Remember how Dr. Voodoo, school headmaster, put his own life in danger to directly ask Dormammu to save his only son and Voodoo was met with rejection?
While a simple Parent’s Day social event pales in comparison to the priority of a student’s death, neither of Doyle’s ‘parents’ came in to save the day. Or to see if he even recovered following his death on campus. They sure as hell are passive, especially Doyle’s mother since she already saved him from early death once. But what does this all mean?
Dormammu is complicated (we’re gonna get to him in another minute). But his mother.. Maybe you’re asking: does his mother actually care about him? You may say “yes” just on the account of the flashback (which is from her POV only, also problematic when trying to get the full story. Doyle was too young to remember himself. She could have conveniently skipped over something, more on this soon). She did everything she could just to save his life from that inoperable tumor. But that’s exactly the problem. She did everything and went down every path, even the wrong ones.
People become desperate when they’ve hit the wall. To a single mother, alone, raising a child who’s barely even grown out of diapers, you want to do anything for him. Absolutely anything. To cure her son, we saw that she went to traditional help first: the medical doctors, even to a former neurosurgeon who, as we know, went through the desperation of fixing his own disability. But the difference between her and Dr. Strange is, he ended up not going down that dark path: to Dormammu.
Similar to Dr. Strange’s issue though, she did try to find magical fixes, which is OK. This is a story we’ve heard before. But why Dormammu? This is equal in magnitude to selling your soul to a demon, but in this case, she sold her son.
Doyle's mother claimed she went as far as finding a cult that 'worshiped' Dormammu. Yeah, she may have been desperate, but I also feel as though she may have liked that option as well. Listen to me, this may seem like a stretch, but look at the way both Doyle's mother and Dormammu look at Doyle. They look like two consensual parents who are raising a child together.
They’re both smiling, joyous, happy, proud.
And notice this: Doyle looks a bit older than he does in the earlier parts of the flashback. He could still be a toddler, but he’s not being wrapped up in blankets anymore, some time has obviously passed. Romance or not, there is something deeper, more intimate happening here. And think about it like this: We do not yet know how long this transformation process took when Dormammu ‘healed’ Doyle. If longer than a few days, I could argue there may have been some baby daddy weekend custody situation going on, just so Dormammu can visit and see that his magic is working.
I’m also not saying it’s too early to ship it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Dormammu revealed that Doyle’s mother was actually his wife. Maybe she has an alternate form too.
I would also like to ask you to think about the cost associated with healing her son. Magic always has costs. And no, Doyle becoming a Faltine-like thing is not a cost, it’s a side effect. I think those can be different. But look, by granting Doyle a new life, does she or her son owe their loyalty to Dormammu now? Doyle could be hiding his allegiance somehow but he’s such a sweetheart I doubt it. Strange Academy is funny with its writing but they would have alluded to him being a potential antagonist a long time ago if this was the next big reveal. His mother on the other hand is a different subject.
Maybe Dormammu felt Doyle could be his next project. He may have been bored. He thinks himself above human lives, so why else would he save a random sick human? Did he possibly fall in love with the woman who summoned him? Does he suddenly have feelings to care for an heir after completely abusing his sister and niece? I find it hard to believe he could have positive feelings about his long-term relationship with a human and her offspring. I don’t like thinking of Dormammu as someone who is capable of having those feelings. His concerns are about his own needs: conquering worlds, ruining lives, beating Dr. Strange. So he may be playing a long game at something else too. Maybe it ties into why he didn’t care enough about Doyle dying at school (or maybe he knew Doyle would survive). Maybe it ties into him seeing Doyle fall in love with a girl who has the potential of revitalizing Doyle into some warrior he prophesied Doyle would become (to take his place perhaps?). This may be why he’s so manipulative of Emily Bright’s development. Dormammu definitely does not care about her, I don’t need to explain that. But why? What does this all add up to? Theories behind Dormammu’s relationship with Emily is a different discussion, and it’ll probably be revealed in #6.
But back to the main subject. Of course, all of this is too soon to tell and I’m eating the hell out of one single page of context, but Doyle’s mother is seriously something else. I know as superhero readers we can get past the initial shock of someone selling their soul to a demon, because of course that happens. But I think it’s so SO important to think about what this really means. I don’t think Doyle is as safe with his mother as they want us to believe.
Lastly, since Doyle had a real human father, it's so weird now seeing him refer to Dormammu as a 'dad.' Is there some kind of affection between the two or three of them (see my earlier points)? Imagine a different scenario really quick: why the hell would a mother allow her son to call a bastard demon their ‘dad?’ In other horror/supernatural pieces of media, due to the power imbalance, the giver of magic/wish is usually called a ‘master.’ Why is it that the mother allows this intimate name calling to continue? Perhaps she actually wants the three of them to be a family. Perhaps Doyle’s mother is lying in the flashback, perhaps she was a member of that Dormammu worshiping cult the entire time and made the ultimate sacrifice–
And now this leaves me to ask something truly vital: what was Doyle's life like prior to Strange Academy? Where did he live? Which of his parents did he live with, if any?
This, actually, was partially answered during the Strange Academy tie-in for the Death of Doctor Strange event:
Doyle, for whatever reason, was seen temporarily living in a cabin in the woods when Strange Academy closed. I ask you, why would Doyle decide to live by himself– homeless in fact– instead of going back home to the mother who saved his life when he was a child? Back to the human mother who supposedly loves him dearly? The mother who is “the best part” of him (Doyle’s exact words btw!!!).
You know, Doyle has frequently referred to the Dark Dimension as “home,” especially in the above panel. Unless he’s still egging the Mindless One on as he did with Calvin about his connection to Dormammu, we have to believe that Doyle is a regular resident of the Dark Dimension (or at least was, in the past, possible months ago if he has been living homelessly as a regular thing on Earth). Because if someone like Doyle was walking around on Earth, with his magical signature, he would have been been a regular character to the Dr. Strange series. So did his mother and Dormammu lock him away somewhere like they did with Clea when we were first introduced to her? Why? Was it that they only let him out, or somehow he escaped to go live with his mom prior to coming to the academy?
Doyle living with Dormammu (doubt it like a prisoner, he isn’t giving off vibes in that way, but like a Rapunzel situation) is such a worst case scenario and it breaks my heart. Because this leaves us to think about all the times Clea and Stephen have gone into the Dark Dimension to fight Dormammu or Clea being LEADER of the entire Dark Dimension, freeing the Mindless Ones but not her little cousin, and not once did we EVER get a whiff of Doyle. So where was he?? What was he doing? What is really going on here, because the less context we get, the worse Doyle’s real situation is. My heart breaks for him, really.
His real mother is suspect as hell, his SURROGATE father is literally Dormammu (nuff said) and his overall home situation is extremely suspicious!! I hope this overview has raised a few red flags, more than I hope you have already had.
Anyway here’s how Clea adopting Doyle can still win–
#doctor strange#strange academy: finals#doyle dormammu#dormammu#clea strange#marvel comics#earth 616
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Trials and Testimonies
By Danny Saavedra
“Where is God in my trouble? Why isn’t He taking me out of this? After all, I’m only here because I boldly shared the gospel.”
It would be reasonable for Paul to ask these kinds of questions, right? Remember where he is (in jail) and why (for preaching the gospel). Many of us ask similar questions when faced with difficult situations and suffering.
But Paul shows us a better way. In the midst of his hardest season, he never lost sight that God was with him. Paul never retreated from God but pressed into Him. This allowed him to see that every trial has a testimony, every grief has a God story, and every pain has a purpose.
So, what was the purpose of what was happening to Paul? Today’s passage clearly shows us that God was using Paul’s chains to advance the gospel!
In all things, even bad things, “God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28 NIV). Those things were intended for evil, “God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives” (Genesis 50:20 NIV). So, God accomplishes His purposes and brings about our good in all things!
When we understand that God loves us, that He’s sovereign over all, that He’s our good shepherd, that in Him we are whole and experience fullness of joy, peace, and power, that “[we] can do all this through him who gives [us] strength” (Philippians 4:13 NIV), that He redeems all things and works His good purposes in all things, then we can see our trials for what they are and recognize His good work in our lives. And not only that, but we also learn how our trials and the way we go through them can impact the lives of the people around us.
The way Paul endured his chains allowed those around him to see Jesus and emboldened other believers. His influence on them caused them to become bolder in sharing their faith. And the same can be true for you!
I don’t know what you’re going through right now, and I don’t want to minimize anyone’s suffering or struggles. But in this world, we’ll all experience unspeakable pain and hardships. But we can take heart because He has overcome the world (John 16:33). And we can also “glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us” (Romans 5:3–5 NIV). And as we press into Him and experience His love being poured into our hearts, He can redeem our suffering and use it to transform the lives of the people around us and serve to minister to other believers who are also suffering.
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Daminette December Day 5- Storybook/ Mayhem
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As Damian stepped off the plane, chaos greeted him. Wolves and fairies, pirates and angels, characters from a countless number of stories ran around. It didn’t take the world’s greatest detective to figure out that it was the work of an akuma. But what bothered Damian was how out of control the situation had become. The further he walked into Paris amidst the mayhem, the more he discovered the extent of the problem; nearly every citizen had been turned into a storybook character.
The more he saw, the faster he raced to the 21st arrondissement. The only explanation for why Paris was in such a state was that Marinette was in trouble. As he raced by, he saw castles and magical flowers, houses of gingerbread and giant shoes. In all honesty, the scenery would have made him nauseous if he had time to think, but fears for Marinette consumed his thoughts.
It seemed like eons, although it was probably no more than an hour before Damian arrived in front of what used to be Sabine and Tom’s patisserie. Now it was a giant tower, covered in thorns. Thankfully, Damian had enough foresight to observe first before rushing in. A couple of minutes went by when a knight ran up to the tower. While the knight attempted to enter the tower, two foes suddenly appeared from within the former patisserie.
A queen, with a dress of roses and thorns and a beast. No doubt Sabine and Tom, who had been affected by the akuma.
The knight steps forward announcing his purpose. “What ho! I have cometh to save thy cursed princess. Do thou be the monster I must slayest?” It seemed like the affected citizens were dedicated to playing out their role in the storybook. Although Sabine and Tom didn’t seem keen on talking as they quickly dispatched and beat the knight, Sabine by controlling the roses and Tom with brute strength. Two sentinels protecting the tower.
The short bout did confirm a few things for Damian. The first of which was that Marinette was in the tower. The second was that she was afflicted by the akuma before she could transform into Ladybug, or else Tom and Sabine wouldn’t be so protective. It also meant he couldn’t get in through the front door. Luckily, he always carried a grappling gun with him.
It took a bit of maneuvering but thankfully, the tower wasn’t impossibly tall, it let him reach a lone balcony facing the Seine. And on that balcony was Marinette as a princess, just like he suspected it would be. Not wanting to get the attention of her parents, or the akuma he whispered to her. “Marinette, you need to transform into Ladybug.”
Marinette acted a bit startled at the sudden appearance of a person on her balcony but she took it surprisingly well. “Ladybug? I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, grim stranger.” Her eyes seemed cloudy as if she wasn’t all there.
A sigh of exasperation left Damian’s mouth, it was just his luck that she wouldn’t remember anything. “Marinette, my name is Damian. I’ve come to help you. Do you have a pair of earrings on you by chance.”
“Ah, of course! You’re the knight meant to break my curse!” Marinette looked excited. “Now I won’t have to suffer anymore.”
The conversation was getting him nowhere. If she didn’t know where the earrings were, he couldn’t borrow them to transform. His only option was to play along. “Yes, I’ve come to break the curse. What is your curse, and what do I have to do in order to break it.”
“The curse?” Marinette didn’t say anything for a long time. “I’m not sure what the curse is, just that I am cursed. But it’s very simple to break. Like all curses, it can be broken with true love’s kiss.” She looked at him expectantly.
Was that all? A kiss? It seemed simply enough, but it felt wrong for some reason. And then it hit him that this wasn’t the solution to their problem. “Why do you need me to save you, Marinette?”
“What?”
“The Marinette I fell in love with never needed saving from me or anyone else, so why is it different for you, Princess Marinette?”
“Well, that’s because a curse can’t be lifted by one person.”
“But who said you needed to be free of your ‘curse’?” Damian took her hands in his. “You were never cursed. Clumsy, certainly, but cursed? Never. The miraculous never cursed you, they simply let you become who you’re meant to be.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and she sent a timid one back.
“Are you sure? I mean, I usually tend to screw things up.” Damian knew she was almost there, she just needed one more push.
“I’m positive. You’re Ladybug and you always fix things.” The fog cleared from her eyes and she finally took stock of where she was.
“Damian?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“Thanks for saving me.”
“I only helped. I’m sure you would have made it on your own in the end.”
“Thanks anyways,” she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you later. Tikki! Spots on!” Taking on her usual role of a superhero, she left to go clean up the mayhem of the most recent akuma.
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You can't stand me? Sucks to be you, I guess
I tried this once and apparently making a draft is harder than I thought (it didnt save), so bear with me
Also, watch out for ooc Sebek because I'm not great at writing actual characters rip
☆You can't stand me? Sucks to be you, I guess☆
A small story where a normal person gets isekai'd into another world, a fun classic plot.
This causes them some struggles, though, considering how they are a magicless human in a world full of magic-wielding people, other humans and creatures alike.
Despite this trouble they need to overcome, they don't seem to care very much about their situation. They acted quite the same as they did in their own world, just as irresponsible as always, and such a troublemaker.
And troublemakers catch certain people's attention.
So, one fateful day, after already being deemed Prefect of one of the old abandoned dorms and doing their usual shenanigans, they ended up getting lectured by Sebek Zigvolt, the man himself, for "being rude to Malleus", which was actually just play-fighting.
"‐and it's completely disrespectful to taint Waka-sama's image with this play-fighting, even if it isn't actually hurting him!" Sebek continued lecturing the Prefect, who wasn't really listening. They just stared at him blankly, empty thoughts running through an empty mind.
Sebek (miraculously) noticed their internal absence, and his expression twisted once again into his look of irritation.
"Are you even listening to me, Human?!" He shouted, leaning in a bit to try and match their height, or just to catch their attention.
The Prefect blinked, snapping out of their daze only to find Sebek much closer than he had been when the lecturing started. Their eyes widened, and they moved back ever so slightly.
"Well, Human? Are you listening? I can't believe you would-"
"You're really pretty."
Sebek's aggravated sentence was cut short by the Prefect's words, which caught him off guard, making him pause for a moment before flushing bright red.
"Wh-wha- you- H-Human! That is completely unacceptable and inappropriate to say under such circumstances!" He stumbled over his words, louder than before but significantly less confident.
The Prefect shrugged in response to his statement, still not having a care in the world.
As Sebek continued yelling, though now red-faced, the Prefect tuned out once again, thinking about... whatever.
"Ah, I don't have time for this. I gotta go find Grim." They remembered conveniently, perking up at the thought. "Gotta run! See you later, Seb!"
Even the nickname made Sebek embarrassed, so, as the Prefect ran off to find their cat-like companion, his eyes reluctantly followed, his heart still racing.
"...What is wrong with that human?" Sebek managed to mutter out, though he wasn't entirely opposed to their little show toward him.
Maybe liking a mere human wouldn't be so bad? Oh, but they're a troublemaker! Well... breaking the rules every so-often isn't too terrible...
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I love your Sightshipping HCs! I have to say, I've never really thought about it before, but it's a pretty interesting ship. ^-^
What about Joey for 002?
Always happy to have an excuse to spread some Sightshipping headcanons around :D
Onwards to the character ask!
Joey
How I feel about this character:
I really do like him and think he's complex character. This guy is a true "ride or die" friend, yet he's played often as comic relief among the main cast, and he also gets treated like a punching bag throughout the series despite the hard work, effort, and integrity he puts into everything he does.
Holy shit, the wringer this poor guy went through during Battle City and Alcatraz, then for Mai to fixate on him and blame him for her troubles during Doma because... he can't read her mind halfway across the world and help her?? Yes, we can place some blame on Dartz and the Orichalcos stone for twisting her mind, but there wouldn't have been something to be twisted in the first place if Mai didn't have some sort of grudge towards him. I'm not downplaying Mai's trauma by any means and have many of my own thoughts on her Doma era and the PTSD that was inflicted by Malik, but I don't think it was very fair of her to put all of this resentment and expectation on a 16/17 year old boy who by all means considered her his friend and would have done, and did do, everything he could to help her once he realized how badly she'd been affected by the whole ordeal.
Then everyone (not just Seto!) proceeds to take a shit on him during the Grand Prix arc, like he didn't also help save the world for the third or fourth time in the previous season?? Come on!
I know he started out as Yuugi's bully and antagonized him, but he's long since paid his penance and he deserves more respect.
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
I'm an old-timey Polarshipper, though I vastly prefer this ship when Jounouchi has some more life experience under his belt as an adult and can approach Mai from that growth and life experience.
Wishshipping is cute, and I also like Buddyshipping. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers sometimes.
Can't remember the ship name for Rishid/Joey but I like that as both romantic and/or platonic friendship.
I also like Puppy/Violetshipping, because I am also a sucker for enemies to lovers. Or just enemies to enemies who fu
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
I bro-ship him with Vivian Wong. I know it makes no sense but hear me out
They're both athletic jocks who are hot tempered and are wholly capable of throwing hands and holding their own if a fight were to break out in a bar. They'd be right at home in a John Woo flick.
And I ship them both with Mai so they can bond over their impeccable taste in the same woman.
My unpopular opinion about this character:
I just said I polyship Joey/Mai/Vivian. That's about as unpopular of an opinion as it gets.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
A whole episode where he gets separated from his group during the Ancient Egypt arc and meets a woman with red eyes that turns out to be the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, but she's more well adjusted and has a sense of humor compared to Kisara. She's aware of the stuff going on, but she actively makes an effort not to get involved because who wants to deal with that? But she ends up getting dragged into world altering situations anyhow because sometimes life just be like that and you gotta roll with the punches. Amiright?
my OTP:
*points to everything above*
my cross over ship:
He would totally fawn over Kumiko Yamaguchi from Gokusen.
He would also fear her, immensely.
a headcanon fact:
He still likes to dress up as Marylin Monroe when he's by himself.
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He would like to get a gig singing covers of his favorite songs at a classy night club in a sparkling sequin dress, but he's low-key haunted by the poor reception he received from the popularity contest in high school and talks himself out of it every time the thought crosses his mind.
#ask#joey wheeler#jounouchi katsuya#jounouchi#joey#yugioh#ygo#toei#dm#duel monsters#mai kujaku#mai valentine#vivian wong#gokusen#crossover#season zero#season 0
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To Save A Life - Chapter 7/?
Graves x Roach
No criticism please :3
Tags under the cut
Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Roach has trouble talking, Graves knows how to save a life (shocking), Roach x Graves, takes place in 09, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Quite a few people are dead already, I'm not killing them, preshadow company, Graves doesn't have his shadows yet, Young Philip Graves, Young Gary Roach Sanderson, Past Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, (that is only potentially I haven't decided yet), Graves is considerate and kind??, Coma, it's inaccurate though, Pre-Graves being evil, inaccurate coma, slow burn, disabled character, suicidal thoughts, references to depression, guns, shooting, dead characters, [Some may be added or changed]
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There was a pat on his shoulder. His fist curled on instinct.
Progress.
The issue was, Roach wasn't really even aware he had moved at all until it was pointed out. A hand rested over the fist.
Graves' hand was warm. The first thing he noticed.
Then he actually noticed he'd moved. His eyes going from Graves' arm to his face. As if to confirm he'd moved. His fist loosened. He felt it.
And it was practically exhilarating.
He ignored the ache, and the pop of his fingers and wrist. The skin didn't burn the same there like it did over a large majority of his body. His thick work gloves must have protected him from the flames all that time ago.
This was progress.
A breath fell from his lips. Tenseness dropped slightly as his eyes closed. A relief he hadn't felt in a while.
He swore he felt Graves smiling. His eyes opened again, observing Graves as if he was a display. He could see him without the panic around the ridges of his vision.
There was the faintest of smiles on Graves' face. The ends of his lips curled into a grin.
“I know that look, shut up.” The words slipped easily from Graves' mouth, a teasing sentence. It had a certain familiarity. A comfort.
Roach could get lost in his words. His eyes followed Graves' every movement. Especially when Graves moved closer.
One of his men had gotten the first aid kit, and some water. Leaving two bottles by the bed before leaving.
There was a small hum of thanks from Graves before they were alone again. “We'll be moving base tomorrow, you up for the trip, Roach?” He asked. Not getting a response, but Roach hadn't broken his gaze. Naturally, Graves assumed that was a yes.
“We think they found us.” That didn't have to be elaborated on. Roach remembered. Graves knew that too.
Shepard had probably tracked them, somehow. But now they at least could have a quiet night without anyone else coming to attack. It was a 5 men team, with Roach unable to help. Not exactly the most optimal situation against the american army.
Roach gave the best ‘oh really?’ look he could with his eyes, which earned a scoff in response.
“You're a nightmare.” It was lighthearted, the sweet chuckle to Graves' voice.
It shouldn't have made him as happy as it did, but the genuine human connection was desperately wanted and needed. He'd been deprived for so long.
There was a cold swipe of an alcohol wipe on his poor skin. And Roach tensed as soon as it made contact. Burning like a spark.
His fist curled again too, tense as well.
“I know.” There was a soft sigh. Graves used gentle pressure to move Roach's arm enough to easily access the wound on his side.
“Breathe through it, I gotta patch you up. Can't let you get infected in the middle of fucking nowhere.” He grunted.
That was true at least. An infection right now could very well end his life.
So he breathed through it. Through the cleaning of the wound then the bandaging.
“All set, partner…” Graves set aside all the first aid stuff to help Roach into a more comfortable resting position. One where he wasn't awkwardly laying there on a flat and shitty mattress. Graves rolled up a jacket, and tucked it under his head. As a makeshift pillow.
“Now,” There was the pat on his shoulder again. This time he relaxed instead of tensed. “You need your beauty sleep.” again, teasing. Roach couldn't help but wonder if he was always like this.
There was a clear exchange of a goodnight and a goodbye. Neither of them verbally expressed, but they knew. With that, Graves left the room to tend to his men. To make sure they were all fed and healing.
And Roach was left with his thoughts. They didn't cloud him like usual. Instead, they allowed him to slip into a light sleep.
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So this may be one of those “I’m thinking about this more than the actual creators are” situations, but it seems like a fairly obvious problem? Either way, I’d like to hear your thoughts.
Where does William go from the dinner party, not mentally/emotionally or in his goals, but rather in a practical sense? While Mycroft and the Queen could no doubt arrange some kind of pardon or excuse to call off any angry mobs, it seems like that would undo...everything? The Lord of Crime needed to be vilified, and to die, and needs to stay dead, in order for the Plan to have succeeded. And for all the Christological parallels, this is a scapegoat saviour whose resurrection would not be welcome. The media circus that would follow if William reappeared publicly would presumably do all sorts of damage to the progress the Plan set in motion.
And...everyone thinks he’s dead, and he looks a bit different now (in so far as an eyepatch counts lol), so people might overlook him at a glance on the street. But if he hangs out with his brothers publicly, or even worse, with the dude who “died” with him and who HAS been very openly revealed to be still alive, people are gonna catch on fast. So like...is he just going to be a basement gremlin and never leave the house now? (Relatable.) Or live somewhere other than London? Am I overthinking this or underthinking it? 😅
A couple facts from canon I'd like to point out:
Irene Adler is in legal trouble with the government and also legally declared dead, and they decided to show up alive with Sherlock Holmes just to fuck with him. No repercussions of this have ever been discussed
Moran, a legally dead man, has been wandering around without changing his appearance at all, and he was nobility, and no one has commented even though Albert publicly calls him "Colonel" and, uh, John's about to write a story about him. He was literally acting as a servant for a bunch of nobles at the tea party, after being recognized by someone for who he was a few months earlier, and...no one...noticed?
No one has ever cared that William and Louis look nearly identical even though officially they are not biologically related.
For some reason, the nun who raised them originally needed to be Relocated so William would never run into her as she would recognize him. ??? Okay.
While William's basement-gremlin-ness is to be argued, Louis definitely doesn't socialize (Louis has enough family to socialize with), Albert appears eager to never do it again, and Sherlock even more so, so who would even see them hanging out.
While Sherlock's face might be a bit more known from paps, Liam spent the bulk of his time many hours away from London, almost never socialized with anyone in London, and so the major memory of his face would be a newspaper article almost no one probably kept from three years ago. Do you remember the name and face of a serial killer from three years ago from the papers well enough to call a hotline about it? Most people probably don't.
However, three years before, Sherlock wanted them settled in Brooklyn instead of Manhattan because it got less foreign traffic and they were less likely to be recognized. But three years have passed since then.
Billy literally introduces himself with both his legal name and his super-famous nickname and then out-shoots people and does not seem to care at all that there was a whole Thing about how he needs to be dead for Garrett and such. Oh, sure, you can't mail your bestie a letter every now and then because You're Dead and He Killed You for the the Story to Save the Town, but you can go introduce yourself to randos. Okay. Whatever, Billy.
While William's name and face was definitely in the papers, the fact is that John's story is super well-known and kind of overtook the memory of the real thing that happened. The story which called him "James" and his brothers "James" and portrayed him as an old man.
Whether or not people recognize characters they absolutely should recognize in this series is entirely based on, "Are we at all interested in discussing that story?"
(The answer appears to usually be "No")
And I still say that we'll hear exactly what William intends to do from now on after this godforsaken flashback finally ends. Maybe it will address this. Maybe not. William in this series has been a much more active hunting spider than one who merely sits in a web waiting, but perhaps he could retreat to one now and hang out in the basement with his web around him plotting.
So, there's a few points that lend plausible deniability to all this nonsense, there's a few points that indicate canon isn't going to give a single fuck about it, and there's the open question of, "IDK, there's probably something he could do about all this."
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I wanted to talk about the personalities of each of the Isaac here! The original post was more about the AUs, so I’m gonna take a shot at describing the characters themselves a small bit
Link to original post here
Going in order like last time:
Basement- The closest to canon Isaac personality wise. A small, scared child trying to survive a ruthless basement. He’s both the most scared and level-headed kid of the whole group. Feels an extreme amount of guilt for causing everyone to fall into the basement (indirectly, mind you). He’s around 10 years old and really just wants to go home. He’s a walking contradiction in a lot of ways. He wants to help you! But also will avoid interacting with you most times. He’s scared of everything, but also one of the most confident kids. He’s just a kid who means well and wants everyone to get out of this hell before he does.
Purgatory- I could talk about this one for ages, but I’ll keep it on the short end for everyone’s sake. Isaac Moriah is a 17 year old teen working through his last year high school while also dealing with his soul traveling to the afterlife every night. He’s an anxious mess who’d rather be left alone on most days. Which very clearly shows itself by his space in the basement being littered with random trinkets and other garbage. Dude’s a massive hoarder. Most of his comfort comes from his video games and art. Being able to express himself without getting others involved. His only close friend is Lazarus, the school’s local popular boy. When Isaac is comfortable around you, he is much more sassy and playfully tongue-in-cheek. He struggles deeply with his identity. Being unable to identify his body as his own on his worst days. A lingering dread that his own mind isn’t really his. Having your soul ripped out from your body every night can have some less than ideal effects.
Parasite- An old pastor of the Christian church before the world fell into ruin. Puts a lot of his well being into his faith, hoping that his beliefs will also bring comfort to many others during these trying times. Isaac means well, he genuinely wants to help people just for the sake of being a good man. But he also does put a little to much emphasis on Christianity sometimes. No Isaac, not everyone believes this event is the starting times of revelations. He’s not one to judge someone’s life because it doesn’t fall in line with his own. Everyone deserves to be saved and to have some comfort in his eyes. Isaac’s main stay in this au is starting a camp of non-parasite havers, protecting themselves from the violence outside. While the camp prides itself in its very anti-parasite ways, Isaac himself does have one. Though it’s relatively harmless (as far as he knows) and he doesn’t want people to lose hope again.
Sacrifice- Random ass office worker lmao. 9-5 hours, barely getting by kind of man. In a romantic relationship with Eve. Average in almost every way. Usually well spirited, sometimes a bit grumpy. Was definitely not expecting to be dragged into a death match where he’d be killing people over and over again (and dying a lot himself) for the sake of gaining arbitrary “points”. He’s not at all about this life style, but doesn’t have much of a choice. His Guardian Angel buddy let’s him use some magic-like abilities in the form of his D6 staff. A completely randomized weapon that doesn’t seem to have nearly as much use as everyone else’s magic. But you’d be surprised at how good Isaac is about thinking on his toes.
9 Lives- Little baby man. Baby. Baby man. A high spirits kid in a world that seemingly wants him dead for no real reason. Can’t catch a break and always finding himself in trouble. He’s gone through multiple lives at this point, but doesn’t remember any of them in detail. His only familiarity is his cat Guppy’s corpse he drags around with him and the D6 lodged into his left hand. A D6 which can give him useful abilities for any situation! If he can roll high enough, that is. Being a small kid, his life is aimless. Mainly just looking for someplace where he can stay and rest.
New God- The newly appointed God that is destined to make the new world in the wake of the current one’s failure. They have the mind of a child and is relatively young for a God. Being trained to make the new world together with Eden and Azazel. Almost never actually called Isaac, instead more formal names like “Young God” or “New God”. Prone to the usual kid problems like throwing temper tantrums when he can’t get what he wants. He has no true alignment, simply a baby God in training.
Cursed- Another baby man. Living his life as someone who is cursed to bring terrible fates to everyone he comes into contact with, he hid himself in the basement of his old home to avoid hurting more people. He’s shy, anti-social, terribly afraid of hurting everyone. But damn is he absolutely adorable too. His only consist buddy is Azazel, the demon that cursed him in the first place (needless to say he feels a little bad about it). Isaac finds it hard to connect to anyone, but slowly is trying to find his own faith in himself again.
Armageddon- Purgatory Isaac but with even more anxiety! Now with the massive responsibility of having to lead an army of angels into war with the anti christ during the end of days. Spends all his days holed up on Eden until he is called into action. He really doesn’t like his job.
Soul Bond- Tbh I don’t have nearly as much on this one. He breaks and makes bonds because he lost his own, it’s how he can stay around for so long. Surprisingly selfish and works mostly for himself.
Adult- Basement Isaac grew up and now he’s just miserable all the time. Having to raise and care for Eden (who is a full adult too) while also struggle with his career as an artist. Constantly stressed and really deserves a break. Doesn’t take shit from anyone. His confidence stayed with him after all these years. He’s a strong-willed man! Just in desperate need of a spa day.
Angel- What’s up? It’s Isaac, he’s 19, and never fucking learned how to read. He died at the age of 5, growing up in heaven under the watch of angels. Other than some nervous ticks he still has, and the knife he keeps on him at all times, dude’s chill. He’s buddies with Esau and is the resident crazy cat man. He has cat everything and nothing can stop him. He enjoys art in his free time and loves going on walks with his favorite cat Guppy. Guppy has three legs but we still love him.
Ultra Pride AU- It’s just in-game isaac. That’s it. Not even joking. The only main difference is he didn’t make the basement in his mind. He just found himself in it after being locked in the chest.
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9, 10, and 19 for Snape asks? :)
Hello, friend!! Thanks for the asks!
9.) What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?
Oooh! Food, my favorite subject!
This one is...complicated. I don't think he eats enough. And when he does eat, it's very "food is fuel." Also: I love to think that he can't cook to save his life. Potions? Yes. Cooking? No. (I also headcanon Harry being the opposite: Potions? No. Cooking? Yes.)
It begins at home, where there was never quite enough. Too poor for much. Watching his mother go without some nights just to feed him. Listening to his parents fight. Then at Hogwarts, mealtimes were crowded and loud. Too many people, too many opportunities for trouble. Too much teasing when bypassing Marauders. Too much politicking among the Slytherins. Just another social situation he couldn't navigate.
After...Well, who has the time to eat? Spying and teaching and researching. And even when it's not by necessity, I can see him getting caught up in one obsession or the next and time slipping him by. I think a lot of his personal needs fall by the wayside, caught up as he can get. And there's an unhealthy sort of pleasure in those moments, that he was so caught up in a passion project that he forgot to eat, rather than being unable to due to other obligations (or a lack of resources.)
Due to his upbringing, though, I see him keeping supplies around. Always with a snack at his desk, his bedside, the laboratory. Nutrient dense, of course.
For all that he can't, and doesn't prioritize it, food can be a luxury. He is a man of the senses. And I think he craves fine things. One exceptional meal is an experience.
So when he and Harry finally get together and Harry cooks up a storm, Severus will be quite spoiled! Harry will cook every night and eventually drag him to dinners at the Burrow. Harry and Molly both will fuss at him to eat more. He'll snark back at them, both offended by the critique, and warmed by their care. When Severus is neck deep in a new project, Harry will bring food to him and prompt him to eat. Eat now, Severus. Look, it's finger food, you can multitask!! Either he grumbles at the distraction, or Harry does it just right and Severus gobbles it up without realizing he's doing it.
Food was scarce, once. Then it was fuel, and obligation. Another task on his never ending checklist. It was a fine luxury, when he was lucky. And one day, food becomes love.
As for specifics, I generally don't see him having much of a sweet tooth. Dark chocolate and red wine as a special treat. He's not super picky, but he likes warm and hearty meals. And really simple, fresh foods, too.
And because to fanfiction, I can't shake the feeling that he has a very specific and deep love for cherries (Civil War series by Sushi) and black sesame ice cream (The Sword of Slytherin by vissy.)
10.) Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?
Eh...not so much changed, but informed maybe. The first book was published when I was 5. I don't remember life before loving Severus Snape, really. I have always been a big fan!
From the start, he was complicated. He was the mean teacher. He was painted to be the bad guy, only he wasn't, really. There was always more than met the eye.
My first love was this very morally gray character, and that bled into all else, maybe. There is good in everyone, and bad in everyone. You can't judge a book by its cover. Etcetera, etcetera. It's hard to say for sure, since I was introduced to him so young, but...Well, surely it's left some impact, aside from this deep obsession and adoration with the man haha!
19.) According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?
Pffff. What flaws?
Just kidding. Y'all know I have a great passion for flawed characters!
This man is chock full of flaws, and that's why I love him. But the biggest flaw? Maybe his bitterness -- scratch that, it's his obsessiveness. I was going to touch on this after, but I think his obsessiveness can take the blame for a lot, including his bitterness.
Too wrapped up in people, in a cause, in projects. He doesn't know how to let things go. He's bitter, yeah, and there are reasons for that. But how can he work through anything when his obsessive mind won't loosen its grip?
The worst is the good that comes from it. The high of being caught up in his passions. The usefulness it provides, when he pushes forward, and drives himself to the brink for the sake of accomplishment.
He's stubborn. He's angry. He's depressed. He's dedicated. He's full force ahead. He's undying love. And all of it, the good and the bad, will tear him apart. His intensity wards people off. And anyone daring to get close will be steadily driven off by his darkness. He's too much for other people. And too much for himself.
Thankfully for us all, Harry can handle him.
Aaaand that's how you link every question back to Snarry. You're welcome. =D
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answered: 22, 25, 27; 43, 45, 49; 6, 14, 26; 7, 11; 50, 2; 9, 10, 19
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