#see that's how you know winston is a better person than me
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「 you the cutest jailbird i ever did see!」
IN WHICH—you’re literally mickey milkovich!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧
🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡
⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ this is platonic. and if you haven’t seen shameless just imagine a modern, stinky dallas. also MARRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!
you met them while running from the cops. sure—it was completely your fault and you do deserve to be thrown into the cooler. but you just got out! can’t a person want just a few more minutes of peace?
as soon as you heard those sirens, you jumped off the guys you and your cousins were jumping and just started running. those two idiots already got caught, you just kept on running.
you heard that the curtis house doesn’t ever lock their door—stupid. you’d never do that, not when people like you run around this city!
the sirens got closer, and without thinking, you jumped their fence. as your feet touched the ground, you hoped to god that they weren’t home. or that dallas winston wasn’t there.
you rushed to the door, swinging in open before hiding beside their couch that sat in front of the window. peeking your head up, you watched as the cop car slowed down before speeding back off.
a grin grew on your face as you watched the cops go in the other direction.
“fuckin’ idiots.”
“wow, y/n getting chased by the cops. what is it, the 30th time this week?”
you’ve had unfortunate run-ins with dallas. but you thought his voice was more annoying now than when you and your cousins jumped him for trying to hit on your sister.
you’d recognize that disgusting new york accent from anywhere. you sighed, turning your head to face him as he stood above you, hands in his jean pockets.
dallas had a stupid grin on his face as who, you think is soda, comes rushing beside him. his eyes showed worry, but his grin made him look interested in you.
“shoot, what happened to you?”
“soda—this is y/n. what ain’t they done is a better question.”
you rolled your eyes, holding back from socking him in the jaw. you turned your head to face soda, standing up from your position. rubbing your neck, you hung your head low.
“tough shit, man. bunch of assholes—you know.”
suddenly, someone with cake smeared all over his fingers and who smelled like oil popped up out of nowhere. ‘steve’ was written on the chest of his ripped up work uniform.
“that can mean a lotta things. what kinda tough shit?”
‘jesus, the curtis group asks a lot of questions.’ you thought to yourself, a lip raised. dallas kicked the leg of the couch beside you, causing you to whip your head up after avoiding eye contact. sodapop smacked dallas’ shoulder, telling him off.
“answer ‘em, y/n.”
dallas demanded, saying your name is a singing tone.
“…me and my cousin’s has jumped a guy. it ain’t nothin’ bad like stabbing a kid with a blade.”
you mumbled, dusting yourself off, you heard snickers leave steve and soda’s throats. soda grinned, ear to ear as he ushered you to sit down at a table. as he did so—he kept on asking you a bunch of jumbled questions due to how fast he’s talking.
four boys sat there, staring at the situation that had just unfolded. they both looked younger than everyone else did, the two older ones standing out like sore thumbs. one was finishing his plate, the other one downing a bottle of beer.
soda sat you down, steve rushing behind the both of you. either of them sat beside you, smiles on their face.
“what’d the guy do?”
“did you beat ‘em black and blue?”
“what’d you use?”
with that, you found yourself hanging around the two of them more. sodapop and steve found your company fun. sure, you were like dallas, but different in so many ways.
you were so comforting to be around, yet you always had a scowl. they loved having you around, causing the gang to hang out with you too.
you honestly became a reoccurring person in the gang—to the point where people would ask where you were if you weren’t around them.
you’d just walk into the curtis house and make yourself comfortable. your house wasn’t exactly the definition of ‘ideal.’ the old man wasn’t the kindest to you, your sister—or anyone for that matter.
he’d frequently take his anger out on you and smack you ‘til you’re every colour under the sun after he heard you’d been foolin’ around with some chum around the block. it wasn’t even true—but your cries always fell to deaf ears when it came to that alcoholic.
it’s not like it was a secret either. every person on the east side could hear the arguing from your house—even the front door slam shut. that’s when the people would know you’d be huddled up on the curtis’ couch.
“y/n—breakfast.”
soda’d nudge you gently—talking in a hushed voice. the smell of bacon filled your nostrils, a sigh leaving your lips as it hit you that he was the one cooking. you aren’t exactly the biggest fan of his rather odd choices of how he makes his food.
but goddamnit you can fake it for him. if you can lie to the cops, you can lie to one of your greatest friends.
just like how you can lie to the investigators trying to find dallas winston.
“you know this kid?”
“never seen ‘em in my life. lay off now, assholes.”
you’d mumble, walking past them, making sure you hit their shoulders as hard as you could. you always got a kick out of hurting those pigs as you’d call ‘em.
which is what caused dallas winston goin’ MIA. you had seen dallas winston getting knocked down by the police after a long chase.
even though you can’t stand that new yorkian—you do love fighting. you tried to walk as quietly as you could up to them before making yourself known.
“hey, man!”
you shouted, causing their heads to turn. when they saw you—their eyes immediately flashed a look of hatred. they obviously knew who you were, and if they didn’t know, they’d know after you socked one in the jaw.
all attention on dallas turned to you—all of them going after you. until dallas also landed a clean hit on one. with the impact of the officer falling on the ground—your feet started moving on your own.
you cackled, hearing dallas laugh along with you, running beside you. the rush that washed over you two was indescribable—the adrenaline was great.
this isn’t the first time you’ve been on the run, and it’s not like you haven’t been caught. one time you got caught—your bail was low. but too high for you. you were offered one call and the first person that came to mind would surely rip off your head.
‘worth a shot,’ you thought to yourself, dialling the numbers with the phone to your ear, a cop hovering over you.
“hello?”
“darrel? it’s y/n.”
“goddammit, y/n. what the hell did you do this time?”
“nothin’! i-i just need you to come and bail me. it’s only 50 cents, darry.”
“you’re never gonna hear the end of it, you damned jail bird. i’ll be there soon.”
with that—you heard a click on the end of the line. you wanted to defend yourself, but hearing him call you a jail bird gave you more pride than you’ve felt in a long time.
of course, when he did bail you out, any feeling you had of pride evaporated. as soon as you entered the backseat, you could feel the rage from darry.
“what the hell did you do? it’s 11PM. ponyboy and soda’s in bed—and i was getting ready! 11PM, y/n!”
“holy fuck, darry! stop acting like i killed a guy! it was just a grab n’ run!”
“y/n—is it too hard to ask that you try to stay safe? just once, that’s all i ask!”
“oh my god, darry! you aren’t my fucking father!”
“guess what’s happening. you’re coming to my house and spending the nights there. the second i hear that you’re runnin’ from the cops i’m contesting against you in court!”
the rest of the ride was in silence, it being broken up by the occasional blinker. when he pulled onto the side of the road, parking his truck in front of the house, you sat there.
stubborn is what people thought of you—and you sure as hell were. darry got out, expecting you to follow. he stood in front of the gate, arms crossed as you stared off into space.
the door opened—darry quickly grabbing you. he carried you like a baby, against your very loud protests.
soda opened the door, snickering as he sees the situation you’re in. ponyboy was sitting on darrys chair, playing with the tab of a pepsi can. once he seen darry step in, you in arms, he shot up from where he sat.
“where were you? what happened?”
“yeah, jail bird. what happened?”
you heard the two younger brothers ask, one sounding more mocking than the other. darry placed you on the couch, swiftly throwing a blanket over you.
you’d been in this situation before, the memories flooding back to you as you felt yourself drift off into sleep.
expect you weren’t the one being carried. you had carried johnny from the lot, put him on your back. it was a few days after he’d been jumped real bad.
you were out of the loop when it came to who jumped who. you seen johnny asleep in the lot. dried blood on his jacket and face. bruises were everywhere on his body. you felt bad.
you always liked johnnycakes. he understood you in a way. as you carried him on your back—you could only thing of the similarities between you two.
you both had rough home lives, you both always found yourself trying to keep everything together. he used to be so tough but turned quiet—you had always been tough and never expected to change.
lost in your thoughts—you got to the curtis house faster than expected. you quietly walked up the stairs, opening the door, avoiding the creaky floorboards.
you placed johnny on the couch, taking a silent vow to beat whoever did this to him even worse.
and you always kept your word.
robert sheldon was the guy you and your cousins had tracked down, bats and other weapons in hand. if he can use those thick gold rings—you can use your bat. fair game, right?
you caught him, drunk on the streets, and stupidly alone. your cousins beat up ford slowed down beside him—making it a repeat of what he’d do to others.
he took notice—stumbling as he turned his head. your own small gang took notice to this, stopping the car before jumping out.
you guys had beaten him to the point where he looked just like johnny. you kept your word, and you wouldn’t let anyone ever touch johnny like that.
you always hated soc’s. you’d do anything to do annoy ‘em. even if it meant stealing their mustangs, you always liked them anyhow.
steve always talked about how he’d do anything to drive a tuff car like that. everytime he seen one, that’s all he talked about.
“imagine drivin’ a car like that. could you imagine how fast i could go?”
you’d learn how to hot wire at a young age, rarely ever did it though. but when you seen a wine coloured mustang left unattended—you knew you had an opportunity.
it wasn’t hard to get it going, and it wasn’t hard to drive it to the DX without getting caught. steve was working in the hood of an old car outside until he heard a honk.
a grin grew on his face as he seen you in the drivers sear of the car, a smug look on your face. steve practically skipped as he rushed towards the vehicle, tapping the hood as he took a closer look.
as he was nothing less than mesmerized—you hopped out of the car. steve looked up at you from his crouched position before you threw the keys at him, walking towards the passenger seat.
steve immediately put two and two together, jumping into the car without a second thought.
you swore you ain’t never seen steve so happy when he was speeding down the road in this mustang. he never asked where you got it—and you never told him.
you and ponyboy were alright. he didn’t like being around you for long periods of time. on the other hand—you absolutely loved it.
you could tease him until the sun went down for everything and anything.
“what the hell are you wearin’, pony?”
“a shirt?”
“sure as hell don’t look like one.”
you’d ruffle his greased up hair, going against his complains. you’d mock his books and movies, mimicking what they just said in a higher voice. ponyboy always disliked this. he didn’t hate it however. a small part of him knew that’s how you showed affection.
but he never knew you could be so gentle when you felt like it—that he really, really liked. one day, when school was out and everyone was doing their own thing, ponyboy sat at home.
he was reading a book with the tv as background noise. until you barged through the door, beelining for the fridge. you got a beer, closing the door. you took a sear in darry’s chair, watching TV.
ponyboy wondered if you noticed he was even home. when he seen you enter—he felt insecure. you were the definition of a greaser—he was…just some guy that so happened to have grease in his hair.
you realized he stopped reading, his eyes everywhere but his book. sighing, you got up and sat beside him on the couch. you took one more swig of the beer before you told him to read out loud.
“read to me.”
“wh-huh?”
“the TV’s borin’. read.”
with that, he did. the longer ponyboy read, the more relaxed he became. of course—you looked like you wanted to rip your own head off—but ponyboy did like the fact you immersed yourself into the story.
“she fucking what?”
“yeah! crazy, right?”
“crazy’s an understatement, man.”
‘crazy’ is what people would call you and two-bit. people would’ve never willingly put the two of you in a room, but you two got along swimmingly.
he was loud, sometimes clingy, and always joking around. you really needed someone like him in your life. a breath of fresh air—until the two of you would compete.
“let’s see who can steal the most stuff without gettin’ caught.”
was a sentence often said between the two of you. a little fun never hurt nobody, right? two-bit seemed like the expert at stealing, and you just liked to break the law.
the longest it went on was for a week. you tot caught first and you have yet to live it down.
“so god fuckin’ help me—i will gauge your eyeballs out with this fucking fork!”
“yeah but, i’ll die knowin’ that i was able to steal without gettin’ BANNED!”
two-bit later had a bruise on his ribs.
you’ve never been one to stay in a group of people. but staying with these people—it was different in so many ways.
you knew they wanted you here, they knew you loved them and that you knew that they loved you too. and unfamiliar feeling sure—but a welcomed feeling.
you argued, fought, and even fist fought each other. but goddamnit, you all moved past it. and that’s all you could ask for in this little life. even if your life is mostly you sitting in a prison.
#2knightt#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#dallas winston x reader#johnny cade x reader#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis x reader#sodapop x reader#sodapop curtis x reader#two-bit x reader#two bit mathews x reader#darry curtis x reader#milkovich!reader#WATCH SHAMELESS OR ELSE.
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Hey hey! I saw your requests were open! Could I get Hanzo with a crush please? (If you don't want to feel free to delete this😅) Hope you have a wonderful day!
of course! i love hanzo sm you dont understand. and friendly reminder i’m a multi franchise account. please read my pinned post for what’ll i’ll write for!
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— hanzo shimada x reader
summary: hanzo doesnt know how to deal with a crush, genji is his wing man.
Flustered
Hanzo was always strict and judgmental to everyone around him. People know him to be cold and distant, unwilling to socialize when he deems it’s not needed. But overtime, his relationship with his brother has improved. Finally forgiving himself for what he did long ago. Genji was happy his brother forgave himself and accepted him for what he was now. Yet he was still snappy to those who spoke to him. More so with Cassidy and the junkers. But otherwise, Hanzo seemed to tolerate most Overwatch agents who ran around the base.
One agent in particular got a more softened side of Hanzo. A side of Hanzo that Genji hasn't seen in a long time. He doesn't remember a time Hanzo was sweet to anyone really. But it was a sight to see indeed. Watching Hanzo flush at the attention the agent gave him. The agent in question? Y/n L/n. Genji enjoyed watching the two interact from the sidelines, unseen and unheard. Wondering when his older brother will ask them out. And by the looks of it, Hanzo was too stubborn, or maybe shy? To ask Y/n the question.
“So, when are you going to ask Y/n out on a date?” Genji asked out of the blue, once training was over and they were the last ones in the practice range. Hanzo seemed to falter at the sudden question, releasing the arrow he just knocked on his bow too early, missing the target completely. Genji smiled under his mask at his uncharacteristic behavior, sheathing his sword.
“That is an inappropriate question.” Hanzo scoffed, fixing his posture and reaching for another bow.
“Oh come on, Han. Y/n is my friend, they seem to like you as much as you like them. It’s very obvious you two have feelings for each other. No use denying it.” Genji pressed on, gently resting his left hand on Hanzo’s shoulder, feeling as he tensed up under his sudden touch.
“We are only friends. There’s no other feelings between us.” As stubborn as ever, Genji rolled his eyes and sighed, letting his hand fall from his brothers shoulder.
“Y/n likes you romantically. You like them romantically. Ask them on a date!” Genji exasperated. “I know when they like someone. And it’s not often it happens. Trust me.”
“I do not want to pursue a relationship with them. They deserve far better than me.”
“Like who? Cassidy? Brother, don’t doubt yourself, you’ve come along way. You deserve them as they deserve you. You deserve to be happy and there isn’t anyone else out there who would give you the same happiness as Y/n brings to you.”
Hanzo looked to the ground, now at his side as he took Genji’s words in. A sudden knock at the practice range doors made the two brothers look over to the sudden entrance of the person they were talking about. “I’m so sorry to intrude, but I think I accidentally deleted a file for the next mission? Would you two mind if I look at one of yours? I can’t find Winston anywhere.” An embarrassed smile graced your lips.
Hanzo stood silent for a moment, eyes wide and locked on your figure until Genji softly nudged him to respond. “I can lend you my mission files until you sort it out with Winston.” He coughed, fixing his posture. “I have the details memorized, it will be no trouble.”
“Thank you so much, Han!” A bright smile appeared on your face as you jumped on the heels of your shoes. “I just need to quickly read over the file I’m missing so I won’t take long to read it over!” The smile never left your face as Hanzo began walking towards the practice dummies before Genji quickly stopped him.
“I’ll clean up, brother.” Hanzo could practically see the smile on Genji’s face through his mask. “Ask them.” Genji whispered as Hanzo passed him, walking over to the entrance where you patiently waited for him.
Hanzo sucked in a breath as he reached you, giving you a small, shy smile. “I’ll see you at dinner, Genji!” You called out before leaving the practice range The doors slid shut, starting their trek to the dorm buildings. The first few minutes were silent, until Hanzo cleared his throat, catching your attention.
“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Hanzos face was flushed, reaching down to his neck. “Would you accompany me for tea some day?” As calm and collected Hanzo presented himself, he felt like a child asking out his crush on the school playground.
“Hanzo Shimada, are you asking me out on a date?” You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you looked at him.
“Would you want it to be a date?” He blurted out unconsciously, eyes widening. “It doesn’t have to me a date if you-“ You giggled again, resting a hand on Hanzo’s shoulder.
“I’d love to go on a date with you, Hanzo. After this mission. Yeah?” You smiled softly at him. Hanzo’s heart rate sped up, he fears you could feel the warmth radiating off his face.
“Of course.” He smiled, gently taking your hand that’s placed on his shoulder in his larger one, squeezing slightly. Continuing the walk to his room at the dorms to retrieve his mission files for you to look over, hand in hand. Hanzo could thank Genji later.
#hanzo shimada x reader#overwatch x reader#hanzo shimada imagine#i’m so excited for overwatch 2 have y’all seen how fine hanzo is with his sleeveless top are you kidding mEEEEEE#ugh he’s so gorgeous i want him
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Keanuverse as dads? :3 i think jw would be such a girl-dad !!
content : fem!reader. dad au. fluffies. & angst. brief mentions of abuse (not from keanuverse guys).
john wick — most definitely a girl dad! he would spoil your little girl to pieces. any barbie, dollhouse, dress, bows she wants? she gets! on valentine's day, he brings flowers for you and your daughter: his two special ladies ♡ he'd be hesitant to be strict / discipline her because of his own traumas. growing up in the ruska roma where he'd be whipped or beaten for a single mess up— he's so worried about projecting on his babygirl :(
the two of you sometimes argue about this: you wanting to be the fun-parent for once, and john's reluctance to be bad-cop sometimes. eventually he realises he can't let your daughter act out whenever her spoiled little self wants to. he's very gentle parenting coded (in a good way).
he feels so guilty he can't spend more time with you and your child. if he's still in the assasin world by the time you have a kid, he's always keeping tabs on you, or making the two of you stay at the continental for his piece of mind. winston and charon are more than happy to have you and your daughter stay in the nicest room available (they're the fun uncles!). he of course brings back gifts for you two!
great dad vibes: solid 9/10.
john constantine — oh my word .. this one's complicated. i don't think constantine would ever explicitly want kids / not want kids (he says he hasn't thought much about it). but soon enough, he greatly underestimates how much work it is to raise a child.
he's naturally a very detached person, and like most parents he'd be very stressed around the baby / toddler stage. you almost have to scold him when you catch him taking a smoke break for the fourth time in a day.
he loves his child obviously, but having not grown up with the most affectionate parents, i think he just doesn't realise how much TLC your little rascal needs. so he shows his love for your kid by at least spending time with them or teaching them stuff. constantine and you are definitely blessed with a wild child. a kid with a taste for mischief. (gets it from constantine .. obvi).
you often find constantine and your child sat together in the living room, and he's showing off explaining some cool gear or legends about his escapades. your child just giggles, asking for more! more stories! it makes your heart warm seeing your child curled up against his side, and you see that rare grin on constantine's face.
decent dad vibes: 7/10.
kevin lomax — i'm gonna be so for reals ... him having a kid with you is like 70% for image sake and 30% out of genuine desire for a kid. he loves the little guy! definitely .. just make sure he smiles when the cameras are pointed at him. like john, he's working like 24/7 and is the typical rich-dad-absent-father archetype.
it's mainly you doing a lot of the disciplining and parenting, while he's kind of the fun dad who takes everyone to disney. kevin has a lot of connections and would be so excited if your kid expressed even an inch of interest in being a lawyer. nepo baby era for your kiddo.
as physically absent as he is— nobody fucks with his kid! he's still protective over his family (ehem.. his image). if your child ever pulls some crap in school, kevin's gonna be in the principal's office, pulling that typical "we'll sue you and this damn school" bullshit. and with the devil on his side, you know damn well he'll win 😭
.. better than milton at least: 6.5/10
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#love letters.#dad au#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves imagine#john wick x reader#john constantine x reader#kevin lomax x reader#john wick fluff#john constantine fluff#*⠀john wick.#*⠀john constantine.#*⠀kevin lomax.
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“HONEY DRIZZLED PROMISES” — Dallas Winston
PAIRING: Dallas Winston x Reader
GENRE: Romance
SUMMARY: Falling in love with the towns most infamous person should come with warnings; unfortunately, that’s not the case for you.
WORD COUNT: 3.4k
A/N: I wrote this fic with a totally different intention than how it turned out, but oh well !!! Maybe I’ll make a part two,,who knows?? Proofread by my babes @lu-vin-it and @mictodii !!!
DALLAS “DALLY” WINSTON. ONE OF THE infamous Greasers. He would steal, smoke, slash tires, and start fights. But he was cute, as much as you hated to admit it. He was cute as hell, and there was no point in denying it.
You had never personally had an interaction with him, but you’ve heard about the things he does and you’ve seen him around. You couldn’t believe that the person that you’re seeing, smiling with his cute animal teeth and walking around with his friends, was the same person that you were hearing.
To be fair, though, he did do the stuff you were told about— and it was certainly no secret.
“Hey, Y/N, how about we go to a drive through movie?” Your friend, Nancy, asked you, as you flipped through her magazine.
“Geez, I dunno.” You said, thinking.
“C’mon now, it’ll be fun! Think of all the cute guys we’ll see.” She tries to bargain with you, laying on her bed next to you. She props her chin on her hands and smiled mischievously.
“Oh shut up Nancy.” You giggle to her.
“I’m serious Y/N! It’ll be fun, don’t be such a square.” You gasp.
“Shut up, Nance! Fine..let’s go.” You say with a slight pout. She cheers and goes to get ready.
Once the two of you were ready, she climbed into the driver side of her fathers car and started it. You sat in the passenger side.
When you got to the movie, Nancy parked and you both got out to sit on the hood
About 30 minutes in, you noticed some boys making noise, interrupting your movie time. You looked over, attempting to search for the troublemakers. Your eyes adjusted to the dark and you immediately recognized who the tallest boy was. Dallas Winston.
“Nance, look! It's Dallas Winston.” She looked over to where you motioned. Suddenly, Dally looked up, catching the two of you staring at him. He walked over, a look of both curiosity and seriousness on his face— it was hard to read him, but that’s what you were making out.
“Hey now, see somethin’ you like?” He asked when he finally got to you. The two younger boys with him followed distantly.
“In your dreams, Winston.” Nancy said with a huff.
“Oh don’t be like that, Nance!” He said to the girl next to you, not paying attention to you at first. Not that you minded, it was better if you didn’t get involved with him. You turned back to the movie, but kept an eye on Dallas, just in case he tried something.
“Go away, Dallas.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Fine, fine.” He then turned his attention on you. And damn, did it feel good with the way he looked at you.
“Now what’s your name, honey?” You looked at him, your brows knitted together in an attempt to look fed up— in reality, though, you were enjoying this moment.
“Y/N.” He passed the hood of the car and over to you, getting up close.
“Y/N, huh?” He asked in your ear. Your name rolled off his tongue so deliciously, it was like honey dripping from a bottle. You wanted to hear him say it at least a thousand times more.
“That’s a real nice name, fits you…” he said in a flirtatious tone. You continue to look at the movie, pretending to not be affected by him.
“I’m Dallas, Dallas Winston.” He introduced himself.
“I know,” you said.
“You know me? I’m honored!”
“Well…I know of you.” Dally looked surprised.
“Yeah? What do you know about me?” His thick brows furrowed and he sounded curious.
“I know that you’re no good.” Your attention is now on him, and you’re talking to him, not at him.
Dallas steps back and puts his hand on his chest, as if he’s physically pained by your words.
“You’re hurtin’ me, doll. How am I no good?” He asked you, but you had a feeling it was less of a question for him, as he knows what he’s done.
“You steal, you fight, you’re rude..” you trail off on a bunch of reasons why Dally is “no good,” and he begins to smile.
“Looks like you do know me!” He says, laughing. It’s as if he’s proud of doing those things. “Say, why don’t you come with me, yeah? We’ll go have some alone time in a boneyard.” He smiles mischievously as he looks at you.
“No thanks, Nancy’s my ride home.” You motion to your friend.
“Hey, I’ve got a car too y’know.” He says, trying to bargain with you.
“Mm, I dunno. A boneyard is a little creepy, don’t you think?” You ask him, playing into his idea.
“Alright then we’ll go to a…er— a restaurant or somethin’!” You pause, pretending to think for a moment.
“I mean, I suppose I could…but what’s in it for me?”
“What’s in it for you?” Dally asks, sounding surprised. It’s as if he never thought he’d get this far. “Baby, I’ll give you the whole world if it meant I got to spend some time with you!” He exclaims quickly. Your eyes widen and your heart thumps.
You look over at Nancy, who has a confusing expression on her face. She’s half smiling, but narrowing her eyes.
“Well, whatdya say?” He asks, interrupting the silence. You pause for a moment.
“How bout you come back in 10 and I’ll give you my final answer,” you say to him. He furrows his eyebrows again but complies. He walks away, hands on his hips and muttering something.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Nancy turns to you. “You’re not serious, are you?!” She asks.
“I dunno Nance! He seemed like he really wanted me to go…”
“Oh please, Y/N! He’s like that with everyone he goes after.”
“Maybe you’re right..”
“I am right! Now let’s watch this movie like we came here to do.”
A few minutes passed and Dally came back.
“So doll, what’s the move?”
“Gee, Dallas, I’d love to, but I can’t just leave Nance here by herself. I hope you can understand.” His jaw tensed and he went quiet, for a second you thought he was going to get mad.
“That’s fine, it’s fine.” He said quickly and walked away with his head down. You watched as he looked back, and you gave him a look of sorrow. He looked forward again and kicked the dirt. Instantly, you regretted declining his offer. Was he really like that with everyone else? Or were you special?
After the movie, you told Nancy you had to run to the bathroom. She complained, but let you go.
“Make it quick, Y/N Y/L/N.” You ran off, searching desperately for Dally. You found him talking to the boys he was with earlier, and when you saw him, you walked up to him casually.
“Dallas?” You called. He looked in your direction, and then looked back at his friends. “Dallas,” you called again when you reached him. The smell of cigarette smoke filled your nose, making you notice Dal had a cigarette in his mouth.
“What? What do you want?” He asked you, frustrated.
“Can I talk to you?” You asked, clasping your hands together nervously. He looked around, as if searching for himself. “You are.”
“Privately.”
He stopped to think for a moment. He then looked at the boys and nodded, a silent way of saying he would be right back.
When you were out of eye and earshot of both the boys and Nancy, you stopped. “What is it?” He asked.
“I'm really sorry about saying no,” Dallas rolled his eyes. “Dallas, I’m serious! Just listen to me.” He took a drag of his cigarette.
“I’d like to go to the restaurant with you, but on my— our own time. Not when I’m with friends, or when you’re with those boys.”
“Ponyboy and Johnny? Oh they’re fine.” He said as he motioned to the pair.
“Dallas.” You said in a slightly stern tone. He chuckled. “fine.”
“So is that a yes? Are we going to a restaurant?” You ask him, trying to clarify.
“I guess so.” He said, taking his cigarette between his fingers.
“Okay, here.” You say, grabbing a pen from your shirt pocket. “Do you have anything to write on?” You asked the man.
“Uh…here.” He muttered, pulling up his sleeve. You looked at him and chuckled to yourself. You wrote your landline phone number on his arm in small numbers. When you were done, he looked back up at you with a certain look in his eyes.
It was as if you were the only person in the world, and Dallas knew that. He looked at you with love filled, puppy dog eyes. You avoided eye contact, feeling the butterflies erupt in your stomach. There was an awkward silence for a second and then you looked back at him.
“Well, uhm, I better go. Nancy might leave me here if I don’t hurry..” you say, playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Oh— yeah.” Dally says as he shakes his head, like he was getting rid of his train of thought. “I’ll…erm- I’ll call you later, then.” A dust of pink brushed across his cheeks and ears, but it was too dark to tell from your point of view. You ran off and back to Nancy’s car, climbed into the passenger side, and smiled to yourself.
“About time,” Nancy sighed.
“Sorry Nance, long line.” You lied.
“Yeah, yeah.” She says snottily. She then drives you to your house and drops you off at home, where you get ready for bed and think about your future plans with Dallas. Then the landline on your bedside table rings.
You pick it up quickly, so as to not wake up anybody in your house.
“Hello?” You ask.
“Hey, this Y/N?” The familiar voice asks.
“Mhm, and this is Dallas?”
“Yeah.” he says with a chuckle. “Who else would it be?”
“Hush,” you said in a jokingly annoyed tone.
“So, when can I come see you? And where?” He asks. Your smile drops and the butterflies come back. Is it normal to be this flustered by someone you just started talking to?
“Let’s meet at the burger place, and uh…would tomorrow work?”
“I’m free all week, baby. So yeah. What time?” He says with a chuckle.
“I dunno. Maybe around 7, I’ll have to convince my old man to let me go, though.”
“Well then, convince ‘im.” He says. You giggle.
“I’ll try my hardest.”
The two of you talked for a while longer and then you hung up, drifting off to sleep with Dally in your mind.
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your dad calling your name. You ran downstairs and into the kitchen, where your mom was making breakfast.
“Hey mom, hi daddy.” You said as you stretched. Dallas’s words stuck in your head from the night. Convince him.
“Hey guys, do you think I can go hang out with Nancy again?” You ask, leaning against the wall casually.
“You went out with her last night, dear.” Your mom reminded you.
“I know, but…” you said, trying to think of an excuse. “She’s been really bored lately!”
“I don’t know, will your chores get done?” Your dad asks.
“Yeah!” You say excitedly, glad that your parents are letting you go.
“Fine, but if they’re not done by 3 tomorrow, you’re grounded!” Your mom said as she looked back at you with a frustrated look on her face.
Your father then turned to you and asked you what time, to which you answered. The two of you made small talk and you went about your day, excited, yet nervous to see Dallas Winston.
The clock hit 6PM. You decided to hop in the shower and begin to get ready.
Although, you didn’t know how exactly you should get ready. Would you get ready like it was a date? Or a casual outing with friends? Whatever, you’d end up figuring something out.
After getting out of the shower, you dried your hair and took an eternity choosing clothes. You finally decided on a set and slipped out the house before your parents could question why you looked so nice.
By now, it was 6:30 and you had to hurry to the burger joint. You ended up walking to your destination, having it only be about 25 minutes away.
By the time you got there, it was 6:57. You sighed a breath of relief, glad you weren’t late. You walked into the diner, expecting to see Dallas waiting for you, but to no avail. “It’s okay, he’ll be here soon.” You tried to convince yourself. While waiting, you picked a booth and sat down.
It then reached 7 o’clock. You tapped your fingers impatiently and looked around for the boy. A waitress came up to you a few times, asking if you were ready to order, and you told her you were waiting for someone.
7:05. Still no Dallas. You decided to give him 5 more minutes to be here, and then you’d leave.
7:10. You sighed and rubbed your temples. Were you really going to cry over a boy you had just started talking to?
As you picked up your stuff to leave, the bell on the door dinged. You looked over and saw Dallas stumble in, looking for you.
“Over here.” You spoke aloud, frustrated with his tardiness.
“Oh.” He said quietly. He walked over and you glared at him.
“Hey,” he greeted you, taking a seat. “Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with some- some people.” You decided not to say anything, and instead just to stare at him angrily. He locked eyes with you and sighed.
“Look, I’ll make it up to ya.” His New York accent was thick as he spoke. “I’ll pay for our food tonight, yeah? Then can you stop this…this.” He said as he motioned his hand toward you.
“Maybe,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. He sighed. After a while, a waitress walked over and took both of your orders. While the two of you waited, Dallas tried to strike up a conversation.
“Y’know, you weren’t this quiet at the movies.”
“Y’know, you didn’t almost stand me up at the movies.” You retorted. Dally scoffed.
“That’s what this is about?”
“Yeah, well, on the dates that I’ve been on, the guys don’t usually come ten minutes late.”
“Really?” He asked with faux interest. “How late are they, then?” That made you chuckle. Goddammit. You broke character. Dally smirked.
“You’re annoying, Dallas Winston.”
Finally, your food arrived and you two started eating. Dallas dug in almost immediately, catching you off guard. He noticed this.
“Oh, where are my manners?” He asked sarcastically. “Here, let me just—“ Dallas sat straight up and placed a napkin on his lap. You looked away in embarrassment.
“Stop that.” You mumbled. He chuckled at his own joke and threw the napkin aside.
“You’re really cute, y’know that?” Dallas asked out of the blue. You looked up and then away from him, feeling the tips of your ears warming.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Dally.”
The two of you conversed some more and decided that you were done with your food.
Dally called the waitress over and paid for both of you, like he promised. When the two of you walked out of the building, Dally lit a cigarette.
“You should stay the night with me, doll.” He said as he held the cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.
“Oh I dunno about that,” you said. “My mom and daddy promised to ground me if I wasn’t home by 3 tomorrow—“
“Just tell ‘em uh…” Dally interrupted, thinking for a moment. “Tell ‘em your friend needs you to stay the night or somethin’” you thought for a moment and sighed. Then, you walked back into the diner, Dallas followed you with curiosity. You walked over to the public phone and dialed your house number.
“Hey, hello?” You asked into the speaker. “Hey daddy, can I stay over at Nancy’s? Please? I’m callin’ from the diner right now, we got dinner and she wants me to stay over. Yeah, I’ll get them done tomorrow. Alright dad, goodnight, love you.” You hung up the phone.
Dallas shrugged his shoulders as if to ask you, what’s the deal? You nod and smile. He smirks and leads you out of the diner once again and to his roommates shiny red T-Bird. Surprisingly, he opened the passenger side door for you, and you got in with a quiet “thank you.”
The two of you rode in silence, Dallas’s hair was blowing in the wind handsomely and you couldn’t help but stare.
I mean, this man was gorgeous. He had perfect hair that wasn’t cut too clean— which was what you were used to with the Soc’s. He had dimples given to him from an angel that showed when he smiled. He had a sharp, straight nose that looked perfect from the side. You couldn’t help but stare at him.
Dallas pulled into the dirt and rock driveway of his house and, once again, opened your door for you. You thanked him again and headed inside. As you walked into his room, the smell of cigarette smoke filled your nose. It wasn’t exactly unbearable, but it was strong.
He sat in his bed and fell back, outstretching his arms and sighing.
“Welcome to my room, baby.” He said quietly. You smiled.
You awkwardly stood at his door for a moment, not knowing what to do. The boy looked up at you and then motioned for you to join him on his bed. You rushed over and sat next to him, flushing at the close contact.
Dallas stared into your eyes silently, then at your lips, and back at your eyes. You felt your ears warming as you kept his gaze, his auburn eyes being more beautiful than ever.
Slowly, you leaned in, feeling that it was only right. You placed your soft lips on his own and kissed him. Dally leaned into the kiss, cupping the back of your head to keep himself grounded.
In an instant, you were making out with the Dallas Winston. He kissed you so passionately, so full of love, it was as if he was never going to see you again when the kiss was done— like you were going to disappear.
When you pulled away, Dallas looked at you with eyes filled with love.
“Dally, I—“ you paused
“You what?”
“I can’t do this,” you scooted away from him. His eyes darkened and he frowned. God, you hated this.
“Can’t do what? Can’t be with me?” You nodded. “Well why not??” He exclaimed, shooting up out the bed and threw his hands in the air.
“I like you, Dallas, I really do, but…” you looked away slightly. “You’re gonna hurt me, I know it!”
“What?” Dallas asked you quietly.
“You’re like this with everyone, Nancy said so.” You explained, recalling your previous conversation with her.
“Baby, Nancy doesn’t know me.” His jaw tensed and his head tilted, as if he was disappointed in you for believing that nonsense.
“Neither do I! And can you really blame me? You’re reputation here is… it’s not good. So don’t get mad at me for thinking somethin’ could be true!” Dallas looked at his wall and placed his hands on his hips.
“No— no no no.” He says, making you confused. “Listen, I like you, Y/N. I like you more than anyone else I ever been with— in fact, I don’t think I like anyone as much as I like you.”
“Dal, you just met me…” you say. His words want to mean something to you, but how can you trust a man like him?
“I don’t care! You think I care about that? I like you! I liked meeting you! I liked spending time with you today! I want you— I want you and only you.” He says in a rush.
You stand up, stepping closer to him until you’re just inches away. You make eye contact with him and kiss him once again. He steps back in surprise, but quickly kisses you back. After the kiss had broken, you pulled him into a tight hug. He tensed up, as if no one has actually given him a sincere, meaningful hug like this— at least not in a while.
“Dally, I like you. I do.” You emphasized your words very carefully, so that he knew you meant them.
“I just— I need you to prove to me that you’re good for me. I need you to prove that everyone else is wrong about this one thing.”
Dallas nodded.
“I will, Y/N. I don’t like makin’ promises, but for you, I will.”
#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders x you#the outsiders x y/n#the outsiders fanfic#the outsiders fanfiction#the outsiders Dallas Winston#the outsiders dally Winston#the outsiders dally#the outsiders Dallas#Dallas Winston#dally winston#dallas winston x reader#Dallas Winston x you#Dallas Winston x y/n#📂 — liv’s writings ★.
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Polywise Review
When I first learned of non-monogamous, I seeked out as many resources as possible to learn if I really was it. Some of the most important resources were a few books. The communities I found made it seemed like you were not even allowed to have a license to be polyamorous unless you first read certain books. At that time, the holy bible of polyamory was More Than Two and before it was The Ethical Sluts. These were the books everybody recommended as a must-read if anybody wanted to learn more about polyamory, no matter what aspect of polyamory they wanted to learn more about. These books were hyped up like they would cover everything. Those books have fallen out of favor now a days and are hardly ever recommended and when they are people are quick to jump in to talk about their controversies as a reason why nobody should read them for them anything. So a new book had come along to become the new holy bible of polyamory. That book was Polysecure by Jessica Fern. How do I feel about Polysecure? I think it is a good book that is over-rated and over-recommended. Unlike the previous bibles, I do not see Polysecure as a polyamory 101 book. It does not get into the very basics of polyamory at all. It is much more of a polyamory 102 book, a book to read once you are ready dig deeper and study the more advanced topics. I think it is great we have 102 books! I am glad that every polyamory book out there is not just an introduction to polyamory. I often mention that "Love's Not Colorblind" by Kevin Patterson is a fantastic polyamory 102 book! Polysecure feels more focused on attachment theory than polyamory honestly to me. It is really interesting stuff to read but I never really felt like it applied much to my relationship, I rarely felt insecure in my relationships. I had other problems that needed working on in different ways.
So all that to say that Jessica Fern had a second book come out. And despite having some issues with the community worshipping the first book, I was ready to give the author another chance. It sounded like this book was going to be more of what the community makes Polysecure out to be. And yeah, I am happy to say it is accurate. Now I still don't think this is quite a polyamory 101 book. If you want an introduction to polyamory that covers all the basics there are other books I would recommend like "The Smart Girl's Guide To Polyamory" by Dedecker Winston or "Ready For Polyamory" by Laura Boyle. But Polywise is more of a 101 book than Polysecure is. Maybe Polysecure is really a 103 book with Polywise being 102.
Whhat do I have to say about the contents of Polywise? Honestly not much despite everything I prefaced it with. The book is good and i liked quite a bit! But like the last book, it is meaty intellectual topics that make your brain think. Which makes it a bit hard to summarize and untangle in a simple review without going page by page. I do like how much focus is put on how many little tiny things change when going from monogamy to non-monogamy that you wouldn't think of or plan for. Also the whole book has an angle of not just monogamy to non-monogamy but also one form of non-monogamy to a different form of non-monogamy. It is very thought-provoking. From my favorite chapter was on codependency & differentiation. It was amazing to have words for these phenomenons I had personally observed serveral times but didn't know what to call it. I feel like that chapter in particular will be really useful to a lot of people. Finally there was a lot of unpacking old habits that were once useful but are now harmful. It really shines a spotlight on the shift to non-monogamy being a really big change that I don't think a lot of newbies often understand.
I highly recommend Polywise: A Deeper Dive Into Navigating Open Relationships by Jessica Fern & David Cooley. I think it is a better book than Polysecure. My caveat is I don't know if it should be the very first book you read about Polyamory.
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A hypothetical look at the childhoods of Carlo and Romeo
Despite Carlo and Romeo being two of the most central characters of Lies of P, what we know about their backstory is next to marginal. We know that the two of them went to school together and were best friends (perhaps even more than that), but their time in Monad Charity House is only presented in snippets and fragmented memories, and despite being highly significant, their characters remain elusive - like shadows cast over the entirety of the story, always present, never tangible.
Thus, many have filled the gaps left in their characterization with their own imagination. As for myself, I was curious what their early lives might have been like, before they met at Monad Charity House - and since it was the closest thing to the game's setting I could find, I did some research on Victorian children and their upbringing.
What I found out, however, left me absolutely shocked and made me keenly aware of just how awful Carlo and Romeo's childhood must have been, going by historic standards. As pretty much everything during the Victorian Era, a child's upbringing was very dependent on social class - however, no matter if you grew up in a rich or poor family, each came with its own kind of suffering, and regarding the question of "What were Carlo and Romeo's lives like before Monad Charity House?", the brief answer would be: "Probably not great."
As for the long answer... I should mention this is my own interpretation of Carlo and Romeo's backgrounds, and none of this is officially confirmed. However, given what we know about the two's origins, I consider it quite plausible, and what we can conclude from it might not only give us better insight into their personalities, but also some of the real-life background behind the original fairy tale of Pinocchio.
Just as a fair warning, though: This is about to get a little depressing.
[Spoilers for Lies of P!]
[CW: mentions of very questionable parenting methods, depression, suicidal ideation, poverty, parent death, child labor, abuse and exploitation of children]
Carlo
For this analysis, I'm going to assume that Carlo was born into a fairly well-off household. (The description of Carlo's portrait calls him "an aristocratic boy", and since Geppetto is the mastermind behind Krat's puppet technology, I assume he'd have his fair share of the profits.)
By the standard of their time, upper-class children were quite spoiled: Unlike their working-class peers, they never had to worry about who was going to provide food for them, and the horrors of child labor were never of any concern to them. You would think that being born into a rich family doesn't leave you a single thing to wish for - you'd have nice toys, fine clothes... and well, everything, except for parental affection.
For the most part of the day, upper-class children wouldn't even see their parents - they were only summoned to appear before them at a set hour of the day, and during these occasions, they had to address their fathers as "sir". Essentially, meeting your parents was more like an audience with a stranger, a rare privilege strictly regulated by formality. Children were expected to act prim and proper, only allowed to speak when spoken to, and thus unable to express their true feelings, thoughts, or opinions. Any show of affection was extremely rare - Winston Churchill (1874 - 1945) once remarked that he could "count the times he had been hugged by his mother" as a child.
The parents were more or less completely absent from their children's lives, and when there actually was interaction between them, the children were expected to unconditionally obey their parents. Osbert Sitwell (1892 - 1969) once commented: "Parents were aware that the child would be a nuisance and a whole bevy of servants, in addition to the complex guardianship of nursery and school rooms was necessary not so much to aid the infant as to screen him from his father or mother, except on some occasions as he could be used by them as adjuncts, toys or decorations." (Can you imagine? Geppetto taking Carlo to some big social event to show off his "perfect little son", and Carlo just standing there and silently enduring the ordeal, looking at his father all the while and wondering "Did he ever realize I'm not one of his puppets?")
So, by the standard of the time period Lies of P is set in, Geppetto neglecting his son isn't even anything terribly unusual - in fact, that's perfectly normal Victorian upper-class parent behavior.
Since they didn't take care of their children themselves, upper-class parents would hire a nanny to raise them. Nannies would be instructed what kind of behavior and morals the parents wanted instilled into their child, and they would be responsible for their education as well as teaching them manners, propriety, how to dress and so on. As such, the nanny effectively acted as a substitute for the parents - and given that maid puppets exist and Geppetto probably wouldn't let any strangers near Carlo, Carlo's nanny was most likely a puppet as well.
The daily life of upper-class children was based on strict routine - some like to say it operated with "clockwork regularity". Breakfast would be served at 8 o'clock in the morning, dinner at 12 o'clock, and tea at 6 o'clock.* Children would very seldom leave their room, except to take short walks in the park with their nanny. Education would mostly be given at home by a tutor, which included basic lessons like reading, writing, and arithmetic, but also "socially appropriate skills" like dancing and playing the piano. (Since we see a puppet giving piano lessons to a child in the intro, chances are Carlo's tutors were also puppets.)
*Eating times varied throughout the Victorian Era; a "dinner" might also be a meal eaten during midday.
The rest of the time, children would have nothing to do but to play with their toys (except on Sundays, which was forbidden). Rich families had the luxury of being able to afford the most elaborate of toys, such as automated dolls, clockwork trains, and jack-in-the-boxes, which were extremely popular among children. In fact, since clockmakers were also the ones to build toys, I could imagine Geppetto actually made the toys for Carlo himself. (However, I feel like this only would have made Carlo loathe them; in his eyes, it would've been proof that "father pays more attention to the toys he makes for me than actually looking at me".)
In short, the life of Victorian upper-class children was lonely, depressing, and stuffy to the point of suffocating. Given these circumstances, I would actually be surprised if this didn't leave mental scars on Carlo. It has been documented that a lack of parental affection causes psychological issues lasting all the way into adulthood, such as low self-esteem, trust issues, anxiety, difficulty with social relationships, and lack of emotional control. Also, considering Carlo was probably surrounded by puppet servants all day, he wouldn't even have had a single human being to interact with most of the time - something which most likely had a detrimental effect on his psyche.
Given this dreary existence, it would make absolute sense for Carlo to look nothing short of depressed in every depiction we see of him. The feeling of emptiness when being pressed into the corset of others' expectations is actually something I'm well acquainted with - it feels like walking beside yourself, like your body moving while actually feeling dead inside. A bit like a puppet on strings, if you will. With his life being a monotonous routine controlled by someone else, it wouldn't be surprising if Carlo had difficulty still seeing a purpose in it. (There have been some theories going around that Carlo committed suicide; at the very least, I think it's highly likely he had suicidal ideations during his youth.)
Perhaps this is where Pinocchio - the character from the fairy tale - might have become something like an identification figure for Carlo. Pinocchio was a puppet, but instead of doing what his creator intended - what his father expected - he did whatever he wanted. I'm sure Geppetto gave him the book as a measure to educate him, but it ended up having the opposite effect. In fact, it might have been what first taught him the concept of freedom: Geppetto's puppets only ever did what he told them to, executing the exact actions he had programmed them with, over and over again - but Pinocchio showed Carlo that it didn't have to be this way. (I've seen a lot of interpretations of Carlo disliking puppets, and while I can see where this is coming from, I don't think this is because Carlo disliked puppets in general. Rather, I think he saw them as "extended arms" of his father and a symbol of his need to control everything around him; otherwise, it would be a little strange for Carlo to be attached to the story of Pinocchio so much.)
However, I think beneath all the pent-up frustration and hatred, there was also the wish for his father to love and appreciate him. At the end of the book, Pinocchio returns to his father after all the hardships he had to go through, and the two reconcile and live happily ever after. Since Pinocchio's father goes looking for him when he disappears, perhaps Carlo believed that if he rebelled against him and put himself in danger, Geppetto would realize that he actually cared for him.
So, if Carlo was very prone to temper tantrums and acting defiantly towards his father, it might have been on one hand to show that he didn't want to be part of Geppetto's perfect stage play anymore, and on the other because he was vying for his attention. Due to his upbringing, however, Carlo wasn't really able to communicate his feelings in a proper way. (I like to imagine Carlo as a very emotional person, but having difficulty to actually express his feelings.)
Geppetto, however, wouldn't have the sensitivity to understand this - he most likely would've tried to rectify his son's "mischievous behavior" by disciplining, as was typical for the time period (in general, it was believed that you had to "beat the evil out of children" for them to become a good person). Of course, that wouldn't have made things better - in fact, I wonder if part of the reason Geppetto sent Carlo to Monad Charity House was that he was just at a loss what to do with the boy. Since all of his educational measures were fruitless, perhaps he thought that sending him to the boarding school would finally put Carlo on the right track - although the result of that probably was also quite different from what Geppetto expected.
Romeo
Meanwhile, poor Victorian children had to live in a completely different, brutal reality - for them, day-to-day life was a literal struggle to stay alive.
We know that Romeo was an orphan, and according to Eugénie, that's not much of a rarity in Krat. Indeed, street children existed in abundance during Victorian times: It wasn't uncommon for working-class children to lose one or both parents - due to unsanitary conditions in Victorian slums, many people died of disease, and given the hazardous working conditions in factories and coal mines, accidents were commonplace. However, the term of a Victorian orphan was actually a little broader than that, also extending to children who ran away from home due to hailing from alcoholic and neglectful families. Often, mothers who were single or had a child out of wedlock would also simply abandon their children. Whatever the reason for their situation, these children were forced to fend for themselves at a very young age.
In the Trinity Sanctum in Krat Central Station, there's a note mentioning a "pickpocket who was overconfident in a gamble" and "had his heart stolen and died". Since Romeo made "a deal with the devil" (the "devil" presumably being Geppetto who turned him into a puppet), people have interpreted this as referring to Romeo. Turing to crime to support themselves was not a rarity among poor Victorian children - in fact, half of the defendants tried at the Central Criminal Court of England and Wales between 1830 and 1860 were aged 20 or younger. There were even organized gangs of child thieves who were trained in pickpocketing by a "captain", similar to those from Charles Dickens' novel Oliver Twist. (However, the items that were stolen most often were actually not purses or pocket watches, but handkerchiefs; silk handkerchiefs had a pretty high resale value, and the thieves would take them from pockets, rip out the initials, and resell them for a good price.)
We can't be sure whether Romeo teamed up with a few other kids or not, but personally, I'd wager he did - it would be much safer to operate in a group in case one of them gets in trouble, and overall, Romeo's personality seems a bit too caring for a lone wolf. (As the King of Puppets, he was not only determined to save as many humans as possible, but also possessed the unconditional trust and loyalty of the other puppets. To me, this means he most likely cared about them, and they cared about him in return - if it was just programming, the puppets probably wouldn't be lamenting his loss after he dies. Compare this to Geppetto, who has to use force and coercion for others to obey him.)
Also, since the notes in the Trinity Sanctums always seem to have a connection to the place where they're located (factory worker -> factory; cleric -> cathedral; "greatest singer"/Adelina -> opera house), that would mean the train station was most likely Romeo's base of operations.* (Train stations tend to be very popular among thieves, since it's easier to pick pockets in the confusion of people boarding or getting off trains.) This would imply that Romeo didn't grow up in Monad Charity House since he was an infant, but arrived there at a later point during his childhood.
*EDIT: I just had a thought that the note in the Trinity Sanctum could also mean the train station is the place where Romeo died. (All the other notes are connected to murder or some other violent action, and since we can assume they were written by Arlecchino, he was probably more interested in that.) Since Geppetto has his secret workshop wagon in Krat Central Station, maybe the place where he built P is the same where he built Romeo.
Since there were so many orphaned children, the few orphanages that existed couldn't receive all of them. Instead, workhouses were established as institutions for all kinds of destitute people - including orphans - who were unable to support themselves and were given lodging and food in exchange for labor. However, many children actually preferred living on the streets, rather turning to crime than going to the workhouse. At a first glance, this may seem a bit unreasonable - surely, not having to run around in worn-down rags and steal your food just to survive would at least be an improvement?
Well... Turns out, not really. The conditions in Victorian workhouses were notoriously awful - they were overcrowded, unsanitary, and cruel places to live. Daily routine was strictly regimented, consisting of 9–10 hours of repetitive and physically demanding labor and very little free time. What little food there was was of poor quality, privacy was basically nonexistent, and the dozens of inmates sleeping together in dormitories often had to share their beds - children usually had to sleep up to four in a bed. The consequences for refusal of work or any kind of rule violation were beatings, deprivation of food, being locked up in solitary confinement in a dark cell, and other draconian punishments.
If this doesn't sound like a very hospitable atmosphere, that's because that was the exact intention behind it. Workhouses weren't meant to support poor people - they were supposed to scare them into finding work and make a living for themselves. Victorians viewed poverty as a self-imposed misery, and if you were a pauper, that was because you were lazy, retarded, or made bad choices in life. That's why beggars, vagrants, orphans, criminals, and mentally ill people were all indiscriminately housed in workhouses, because from the Victorian point of view, they all belonged to the same category of people: A stain that had to be removed from the public eye, either by forcing them to support themselves or by making use of their work force once they had donned the workhouse uniform. They were a nuisance to society, and their treatment in the workhouse was sure to make them feel that.
One of the worst fates for workhouse children, however, was to be hired out as pauper apprentices: Usually from 10-13 years of age, but sometimes as young as eight or seven, workhouses would send pauper children to factories in the countryside for an "apprenticeship". This "apprenticeship" involved factory owners buying children from orphanages and workhouses and making them sign a contract that lasted until they were 21 years of age, dictating that the apprentices had to be provided with food and accommodation, and in exchange, the factory owner was free to make use of their working power.
So in summary, workhouse orphans were essentially sold into slavery. This was all that much easier to do with children who had no parents and no other means to support themselves, and thus were free to be exploited by their employers. Some of the recollections from these former pauper apprentices are just utterly horrific - and in this case, I think it's appropriate to let the victims speak for themselves.
John Birley, who lost his father when he was two, lived in the Bethnal Green Workhouse for a time after his mother died of illness when he was around six. He was sent to Litton Mill as a pauper apprentice, and he had this to say about his experiences in an interview with The Ashton Chronicle in 1849 (source):
The same year my mother died, I being between six and seven years of age, there came a man looking for a number of parish apprentices. We were all ordered to come into the board room, about forty of us. There were, I dare say, about twenty gentlemen seated at a table, with pens and paper before them. Our names were called out one by one. We were all standing before them in a row. My name was called and I stepped out in the middle of the room. They said, "Well John, you are a fine lad, would you like to go into the country?" I said "Yes sir".
We had often talked over amongst ourselves how we should like to be taken into the country, Mr. Nicholls the old master, used to tell us what fine sport we should have amongst the hills, what time we should have for play and pleasure. He said we should have plenty of roast beef and get plenty of money, and come back gentlemen to see our friends.
The committee picked out about twenty of us, all boys. In a day or two after this, two coaches came up to the workhouse door. We were got ready. They gave us a shilling piece to take our attention, and we set off. I can remember a crowd of women standing by the coaches, at the workhouse door, crying "shame on them, to send poor little children away from home in that fashion." Some of them were weeping. I heard one say, "I would run away if I was them." They drove us to the Paddington Canal, where there was a boat provided to take us.
We got to Buxton at four o'clock on Saturday afternoon. A covered cart was waiting for us there. We all got in, and drove off to the apprentice house at Litton Mill, about six miles from Buxton. The cart stopped, and we marched up to the house, where we saw the master, who came to examine us and gave orders where we were put. [...]
Our regular time was from five in the morning till nine or ten at night; and on Saturday, till eleven, and often twelve o'clock at night, and then we were sent to clean the machinery on the Sunday. No time was allowed for breakfast and no sitting for dinner and no time for tea. We went to the mill at five o'clock and worked till about eight or nine when they brought us our breakfast, [...]
We then worked till nine or ten at night when the water-wheel stopped. We stopped working, and went to the apprentice house, about three hundred yards from the mill. It was a large stone house, surrounded by a wall, two to three yards high, with one door, which was kept locked. It was capable of lodging about one hundred and fifty apprentices. Supper was the same as breakfast - onion porridge and dry oatcake. We all ate in the same room and all went up a common staircase to our bed-chamber; all the boys slept in one chamber, all the girls in another. We slept three in one bed. [...]
Mr. Needham, the master, had five sons: Frank, Charles, Samuel, Robert and John. The sons and a man named Swann, the overlooker, used to go up and down the mill with hazzle sticks. Frank once beat me till he frightened himself. He thought he had killed me. He had struck me on the temples and knocked me dateless. He once knocked me down and threatened me with a stick. To save my head I raised my arm, which he then hit with all his might. My elbow was broken. I bear the marks, and suffer pain from it to this day, and always shall as long as I live.
I was determined to let the gentleman of the Bethnal Green parish know the treatment we had, and I wrote a letter with John Oats and put it into the Tydeswell Post Office. It was broken open and given to old Needham. He beat us with a knob-stick till we could scarcely crawl. Sometime after this three gentlemen came down from London. But before we were examined we were washed and cleaned up and ordered to tell them we liked working at the mill and were well treated. Needham and his sons were in the room at the time. They asked us questions about our treatment, which we answered as we had been told, not daring to do any other, knowing what would happen if we told them the truth."
In case there were any surviving family members, the children were sometimes deported without their knowledge. In 1849, Sarah Carpenter related the story of her lost brother who was taken away from Bristol Workhouse to The Ashton Chronicle (source):
When I was eight years old my father died and our family had to go to the Bristol Workhouse. My brother was sent from Bristol workhouse in the same way as many other children were - cart-loads at a time. My mother did not know where he was for two years. He was taken off in the dead of night without her knowledge, and the parish officers would never tell her where he was.
It was the mother of Joseph Russell who first found out where the children were, and told my mother. We set off together, my mother and I, we walked the whole way from Bristol to Cressbrook Mill in Derbyshire. We were many days on the road.
Mrs. Newton fondled over my mother when we arrived. [...] My brother told me that Mrs. Newton's fondling was all a blind; but I was so young and foolish, and so glad to see him again; that I did not heed what he said, and could not be persuaded to leave him. They would not let me stay unless I would take the shilling binding money. I took the shilling and I was very proud of it.
They took me into the counting house and showed me a piece of paper with a red sealed horse on which they told me to touch, and then to make a cross, which I did. This meant I had to stay at Cressbrook Mill till I was twenty one.
So, if the situation in the Lies of P universe in any way resembles that during the real-life 19th century, and if these street children are in any way smart, I think it's very understandable they'd want to stay the hell away from the workhouse or any similar institution. Of course, it would be easy to attribute this to laziness, but honestly, I'd say they just wanted to avoid the abuse. (You could pose the question whether there are even any lowly paid jobs for children to do in the LoP universe, since a lot of those were probably taken over by puppets. However, if you ask me, that might only lead to employers trying to underbid the price that puppet laborers would cost, which would lead to serious wage cuts for any human workers - we know there was a violent protest of the factory labor union, which might have happened for a reason like this. Also, I reckon the puppet industry itself would create new branches of "dirty work", like recycling parts from scrapped puppets, disposing of puppet junk, etc.)
In fact, these harrowing stories happen to have quite a few parallels to the original fairy tale of Pinocchio. Did you notice? The children are taken away in coaches and carts, in a way that conceals their presence (e.g. in a covered cart or in the dead of the night), which is very reminiscent of the Coachman picking up boys at night (in the book, the coach is described as having wrapped wheels, so it doesn't make noise and can't be discovered). At first, the children are told they can make a fortune by working in the textile mills and will have plenty of time for leisure - in A memoir of Robert Blincoe from 1828, it's even mentioned they tried to lure children into working in a cotton mill by telling them that "they would be transformed into ladies and gentlemen" when they arrived there, that "they would be fed on roast beef and plum pudding, be allowed to ride their masters' horses, and have silver watches, and plenty of cash in their pockets". This sounds quite similar to the Coachman promising the boys unlimited play time and freedom if they come with him to the Land of Toys. However, as both the pauper apprentice children and the boys from Pinocchio had to realize, all of this was a fraud to exploit them for what is essentially slave labor.
This also suggests that with his depiction of the Land of Toys, Carlo Collodi was doing more than just telling a horror story to scare kids into behaving. He was commenting on a real-life problem - and this, exactly this, is what Collodi wanted to warn his young readers about. In that sense, the boys turning into donkeys might also be a metaphor for what their employers saw them as: livestock, to be used and abused as they pleased.
Because the living conditions of workhouse children were so appalling, there was clamor for change, specifically among the reformist middle class. It was argued that orphans and destitute children should be housed in an institution meant exclusively for them, rather than together with criminals, cripples, and lunatics. The movement really began to pick up speed in mid-19th century, and many orphanages were founded by private benefactors and philanthropists. One of the most influential was Thomas John Barnardo, the founder of the charity Barnardos, who built homes for waifs, strays, and all kinds of children in need to provide them with a place to live, food, and education.
In general, there was an effort to make education accessible to even the lowest classes. Sunday Schools and Ragged Schools were established, which allowed poor children to take classes without having to pay a fee, giving them more opportunities in later life. However, the parents of working-class children were often against them going to school, since it meant that they couldn't work to earn additional income for the family. This is why attending school was made mandatory for all children between 5 and 10 in 1870, with the leaving age being raised to 11 in 1893. (This is also what Carlo Collodi meant by saying "for the love of God, get yourself some education" - because if you didn't, you would be stuck in a circle of bone-breaking labor forever.)
The Monad Charity House fits quite well into this historical frame: We do know that the Rose Estate was originally a charity organization for poor children, but was turned into a boarding school after Lady Isabelle and the Monad family started sponsoring money. Since charities for poor children are a phenomenon of the mid- to late-19th century, it's possible the situation was a lot worse before in the Lies of P universe as well. Romeo might not have gone there willingly (perhaps he was caught during one of his thefts), and truth be told, Victorian schools weren't the most rosy of affairs (if you'd like to know the details, feel free to check out this page). However, given what could've been his fate, Romeo probably considered himself lucky to be alive and not exploited by someone else for donkey work. (Still, one thing that should be kept in mind is that the Alchemists' patronage of the Rose Estate probably isn't based on purely altruistic motives: Since all of the children are trained as Stalkers, Alchemists, or Workshop Technicians, all of them ultimately become part of Krat's economic apparatus.)
It seems almost miraculous that two boys coming from such different worlds would develop such a strong bond. However, despite this, they had one experience in common: pain. Although the way in which they suffered might have differed, they both knew what it's like to be abandoned. Romeo had to grow up in a society that didn't care whether he lived or died, and since all Carlo ever received from his father was scrutiny or cold ignorance, he probably felt the same about him. Living in a cruel world where the odds were stacked against them, it's easy to see why these kindred souls sought comfort in each other.
In any case, if the untold backstory of these characters was crafted with this in mind, my sincerest compliments go to the people of Neowiz for not only taking such a nuanced approach to child education in a historical context, but also for doing so with respect to the original story by Carlo Collodi. It may be really subtle at times, but you can't deny how much effort the devs put into the themes - themes that are so universal to human psychology that they continue to be relevant today, and undoubtedly made the story resonate with a lot of people.
#lies of p#lies of p carlo#lies of p romeo#lies of p geppetto#analysis#lore theories#the adventures of pinocchio#carlo collodi#I've never used so many content warnings in a post before xD#Carlo seriously has one of the most messed up family situations I've ever seen#like I knew it was bad; but I had no idea it was THAT BAD#also I was floored when I found out that the Coachman essentially had a real-life inspiration#anyway here I am back to trying to deduce story contents based on historical comparisons xD
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Last one. I'm very rarely proud of my own stuff so please allow me to indulge :)
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“Mister Rake, it would be in their best interest if…”
“It would be in their best interest if I took them to Australia and never brought them back here. That is MY family. Not yours. I just got Esme back. After the longest five years of my life. And you’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’d ever walk away from her. Or my kid.”
“You did it once before. You have a history of just walking away.”
Finishing the the remains of his coffee, he pushes his chair away from the table stands. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m NOT that guy anymore. I haven’t been him in a long time.”
“You will ALWAYS be that guy. “
“When I met Esme, everything changed. I changed. She made me want to be a better man. And I know I’m far from perfect; I’ve got tons of baggage and issues and I can be messy as fuck. But I also know that I love her. That I can give her a good life and be everything she needs me to be. So you can take that extra five million and shove it up your ass.”
“I think in your heart of hearts you know what I’m saying is true. That’s why it’s bothering you as much as it is.”
“It’s bothering me because it’s bullshit. I’m more than capable of taking care of Esme. And Millie. I don’t what kind of weird, fucked up feelings you have for Esme, but to stoop this low? That’s fucked.”
Angrily pushing his chair away from the table, Winston stalks across the patio; blocking Tyler from stepping into the suite. His voice low. Menacing. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”
“I don’t like thinking it, let alone saying it. But this? Whatever you’ve got going on for Esme? It goes way beyond just loving someone like they’re your own kid. You’ve got some kind of twisted, gross obsession going on, mate. It’s like you want to keep her under your thumb and locked away from the rest of the world. Keep her around so you’ve got something young and pretty to look at. What are you going to do? Spend the rest of your life hoping she’s going to wake up one day and want you in the same way? It’s fucked up. And you damn well know it.”
“Do I need to remind you that you’re in my home? My kingdom? I don’t tolerate disrespect, Mister Rake. You were already treading on very thin ice. So to even suggest…”
“I don’t want your money. I don’t want ANY money. Not when it comes to protecting my own family. This is far from being just a job. It’s personal. So if you don’t back off, you’ll find out just how dangerous and unhinged I can be.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Consider it a warning. Esme’s a grown woman. She’s more than capable of making her own decisions when it comes to what to do with her life. And who she wants in that life. She’s made her decision perfectly clear. I wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want me to be. Watch your step, Winston. Because when it comes to her? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her safe.”
“I should have you dragged out of here and put down like a rabid dog in the street.”
He smirks. “I’d like to see your people try.”
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future- dallas winston x fem! reader
a/n: sorry i haven’t posted anything in a while i’ve just been super busy! but i’m into the outsiders now so yeah enjoy 😭i hate this a lot but i’ll be working on better stuff soon
warnings: blood mention, cut mention
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it was 12am and you were changing into a cream white silk slip when you heard a rythmic knock on your door
a normal person would be startled or pissed, but you were used to this by now
you knew who it was immediately, your boyfriend, dallas winston
you were taking to long to get to the door
“babeee open up”
he was all bloodied and bruised up, more than he usually was after a rumble
“god dal you look fucked up!” you say as you run up to him
“relax dollface i’m fine, just a few cuts and scrapes here and there, get me a cancer stick will ya babe”
“dally you are not fine stay here”
you run over to get some gauze and bandages from your room
“honey sit down”
he listens to you and sits down
he shuffles around in the couch seat trying to hide the immense pain he was going through, though you could still see it visibly
he accepted it at this point and took off his leather jacket, allowing you to see more of his injuries
that’s when you notice a blood stain on the side of his torso
“dallas don’t tell me this was another knife fight”
“ok it was, but babe if i had known it was gonna be a knife fight i wouldn’t have gotten like this you know those socs never fight fair”
“alright enough, take off your shirt that cuts gonna get infected if we wait any longer”
“wow you’re really that desperate to see me shirtless huh babe”
“dal just take the shirt off and shut up please”
normally he wouldn’t accept that kind of talk towards him but he was head over heels in love with you so he’d let you say anything to him and wouldn’t care, mainly because he just adored your voice
he took off his shirt and you got to work
“this is gonna sting a little okay”
you look up at him knowing he’s not focusing on your words instead he’s just looking straight into your eyes
“ah fuck” dally throws his head back onto the chair from the pain of the stinging
“ i told you it was gonna sting”
you wrap the gauze around his stomach noticing just how deep the cut actually was
“dal this shits pretty deep”
“yeha yeha i know ,just hurry i wanna go to bed”
“ok..”
you finish wrapping and bandaging and he gets up to go to your bedroom
“wait you’re staying over tonight?”
“yeah? i can’t stay over at bucks tonight the cops are gonna be looking for me over there”
“what the fuck? what else did you do now?”
“the cops showed up right before i started walking here, they saw me and started chasing me down, don’t worry though i don’t think they saw me come this way”
“shit dallas why you always gotta be getting into trouble like this?”
“what are you talking about?”
you see a rise in anger in his tone, which starts to scare you
“forget it, just go to bed dal the extra pillows are in the closet by the left door”
“alright…” he says turning back to you
….
after a long 15 minutes of silence, you assumed dally had fallen asleep already so you went along to the bathroom to get ready for the night
as you were washing your face, the sight of the gash on his stomach just kept replaying
you couldn’t help but think about how if that knife had gone a little further, you could’ve lost him forever
while you and dal had your rough spots, at the end of the day you could never live with out him
and with the thought of that your eyes began to water, then a river of tears came
you didn’t want dally to hear you, so you washed away the tears and just got straight into bed as if nothing happened
unfortunately he’s an incredibly light sleeper and when you got into bed he woke up
“y/n what time is it?”
his voice groggy and dry
“you’ve only been asleep for an hour go back to bed”
your voice was shaky and you knew he would hear it
and he did
“y/n what’s wrong?”
“what do you mean what’s wrong there’s nothing wrong”
dally turns on the lamp which reveals your puffy red eyes and nose
you see the scars on his face, his black eye and busted lip in more detail now that the light is on, you just broke down completely
he takes you in and holds on to you tightly
“doll what’s wrong, i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s buggin you”
“it’s you dal, i love you too much to see you getting hurt like this all the time”
“what?”
“if that blade had gone even an inch further i probably would’ve never seen you again, and i- i just don’t think i’d be able to live with that”
“you know i’ll never die from a rumble like that, i’m tough okay? you don’t gotta worry alright”
“i know you’re tough. but you’re not made of steel, a bullet goes through you and you’re gone… gone! you realize that right?”
“i know, but that’s not gonna happen alright”
dally moves his hands to holds your face
“look i know i don’t have a future, but you do and i just don’t wanna see you wasting that on someone like me. but if you want me to be a part of that future then i’ll try to keep out of shit that could get me killed”
“but you do have a future dal, at least with me..”
“so please just try to keep out of trouble”
“i can’t make too many promises but i can say ill try”
“thank you dally”
you look up into his eyes and fall into his warm embrace.
#the outsiders#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#the outsiders dally#the outsiders fanfiction#dally winston fan fiction
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totally very serious debate here queens. >:/
If you actually think the fucking MIMIC from fucking Five FUCKING Nights at Fuckwad's: Shithole Breach is better than Winston Byrd, I will personally come and dissect you. WINSTON IS SO MUCH SLAYER THAN THE MIMIC WILL EVER BE. Winston, queen they are, fucking got beaten up daily by toons in the dungeon and is still like "oh boy i cant wait to see another toon :]". ABSOLUTE GIRLBOSS. SHE SLAYS HARD. OH! DOES THE MIMIC USE ALL PRONOUNS?? I DON'T THINK SO (correct me on this if im wrong i dont pay attention to you animatronic fuckers.) the mimic radiates unslay vibes. Winston??? POSITIVITY, OPTIMISM, SQUEALING KICKING MY FEET WHILE LOOKING AT HIM. I KNOW YOU TOONS AGREE WITH ME HERE, EACH TIME YOU HAVE TO HELP UR BESTIES BEAT HIM UP YOU'RE ALWAYS LIKE "Hiii!! ^_^ omg hi winston!! ily <333" AND SHE DESERVES IT. DOES THE MIMIC GET THAT SAME LOVE? NO, SHITHEAD DON'T DESERVE IT. "The mimic is sooo much stronger than winston!! >:(((" SHUT THE FUCK UP. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING TOUGH SKELECOGS ARE TO FIGHT. WINSTON PUTS HIS ALL INTO HIS FIGHT. THE MIMIC CRUSHED AN ELEVATOR IT'S HEAD OR SOMETHING??? OKAY, PISSBOY. WINSTON IS BUILT LIKE A TWIG AND STILL MANAGED TO GREEN ONE OF MY BESTIES.
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So I just got into Unicorn: Warriors Eternal (obviously), I was gonna pace myself on episodes but then I just kept watching but at least there should be another one soon lmao ANYWAY THOUGH I have some preliminary thoughts.
I am absolutely fascinated by the dynamics presented here. There's a lot of messy potential in the way none of their reincarnations worked quite right, but the only one of them who has a true FIGHT for their new identity is Melinda/Emma/Emmelinda and I think that's both telling and tragic. Edred seems to be the one who is the most "himself" in terms of his identity being the most recognizable (though I suspect his current personality was affected by the merge considerably more than usual, as he seems far less stoic than he was in his previous lives--which makes me wonder if Dimitri will make another appearance), while Seng feels the most actualized--he has the mind of a child but the cosmic awareness and connection of his reincarnation, but there still don't seem to be any traces of "Alfie" there (especially given what we saw of him before he got seng-ified).
But Emma is fighting. She is the only one of the three original hosts still struggling to maintain her own sense of self and identity. It is interfering with Melinda's ability to control her powers, but given how we saw her powers corrupt her mother in the past, I wonder if that might not be for the better. I wonder if the show is going to turn all of this on its head--the writing has been surprisingly clever (and far more emotional than i expected, eps 4 and 5 had me bawling), and it's an adult cartoon not a kid's show, so I wonder if we're not meant to suspect that there's more to the current set up than might be assumed at first glance.
In the flashback to Melinda's childhood, Morgan (and her parents being Merlin and Morgan le Fay tickled me pink) is immediately incensed that Merlin lied to her about their daughter having magic--he says "I knew your intentions", and it's framed like we're supposed to think that he believed Morgan would use her magic for evil. But perhaps she was telling the truth when she said she only wanted to protect their daughter--and given that it seemed to have almost a self-awareness not wholly connected to Melinda herself, I wonder if the more malicious or devious parent was actually Merlin, which would explain him immediately turning on his own child and blaming her for what had just happened even though it was not her fault.
(And so tragic and heartwarming in equal measure that Emma spent the next episode trying to convince Melinda that it wasn't her fault, despite the echo of what have you done ringing in her subconscious over every life she lived the past thousand years. Despite Emma's understandable resentment of the situation she's been forced into, she is a deeply compassionate soul and I think that perspective is what Melinda has been lacking for so long. She has been fighting evil [on her father's say-so] for over a thousand years and yet lost sight of what she was truly fighting to protect. It is telling that she had such trouble making herself access her powers the episode after chasing down the fox lady and terrifying that woman and her baby.)
Emma herself is interesting to me, because while reluctant chosen ones tend to start grating on me very quickly, the fact is that she can't resist the call for long--Melinda quite literally will not let her--but she provides a humanizing element to this fight that otherwise had not been present in who knows how many centuries. At the same time, lives are on the line and every time she tries too hard to balk at using her powers and taking up the mantle, she manages to make the situation worse. (See: bringing up the kraken instead of busting through that barrier herself, resulting in Copernicus' destruction)
And then, of course, there's the romantic entanglements. (I'm very much on Edred's side here if that weren't already obvious. Winston may get points when he goes all wolfed out but at the end of the day, it's white-haired pretty elfboy and his goth wife for me all day every day.)
I don't agree with a lot of the sentiments i saw while scrolling through the tag--Edred has very good reason to be pressuring Melinda (Emmelinda) to accept her powers and fucking use them already, because, again, lives are on the line constantly with this Evil around fucking things up and terrorizing the city and killing people. Plus, of the three of them, he's the one with the clearest memories of his own past. He has a thousand years of fighting this fight with his wife by his side, and I think quite apart from how fucked up things got with the reincarnations this go-round, he doesn't know how to FUNCTION without her. A thousand years is tough to let go, especially when they've done this whole song and dance so many times before and it was always relatively smooth sailing--a quick merge and then fighting on as if no time had passed at all. Of course he believes Emma is holding his wife back, not allowing her to reach her full potential with her powers OR their shared past--she's the only uncommon factor!
("She's not yours anymore" may have been a bit petty, but he wasn't trying to gloat there--I don't think he was even really expressing jealousy or possessiveness. He was delivering a hard truth. I wonder how many times in the past they were awoken inside bodies and souls that did have entire other lives planned out. Families. Children. We know they had descendants after awakening, given the quasi-doppelgangers that tried to tell the police chief the truth about them early on, but I wonder how many times they awoke, went to each other, and had to tell someone who loved them--who perhaps they had loved in return--that their husband or wife or mother or father was gone and never coming back. I think Edred was trying to tell Winston to accept the inevitable before he got hurt even worse.)
All that said, this time is obviously very different. It may be the key to breaking the cycle once and for all. There may be key truths they could never have learned while operating the way they had been, executing Merlin's 'flawless' strategy. I think, in the end, Emma and Melinda may have to find some common ground--as it sits of course there is prime fodder for fics exploring the consent or lack thereof involved in a dynamic like this, and I'm fully on board for Emma starting to catch some of Melinda's feelings in spite of herself and allowing Edred in, allowing herself to feel for him.
That half-second where Edred saw Melinda's spirit and she said his name before being shoved back into the custody battle for Emma's body--that hit me where it hurts. I have to believe they'll find some way to come back together. Especially given that brief but delicious shot of Emmelinda going absolutely berserk after seeing Edred get hurt.
(Meanwhile, my kingdom for fics exploring Melinda getting sick of waiting and just taking over completely. Emma stuck along for the ride and not at all sure she hates it as much as she should. I'm just saying, it'd be delicious.)
#and don't start age gap or non/dubcon discourse with me i will bite you#let the hot thousand year old elf prince have his thousand year old goth wife in his controversially young gfs body#it's fine#unicorn warriors eternal#uwe#melinda#edred#emma fairfax#uwe spoilers#also the realization that this show is by the same guy who made sym-bionic titan made so much sense
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Heyyy can you do a Dallas (outsiders) x male hippie???? I think it would be cute :)
↳heartbeat, my heartbeat!₊˚✧
──IN WHICH, Dallas Winston falls for male hippie reader!。✦
he hated you before, i’m sorry.
he hated how much you advocated for peace and love.
bullshit, he thought.
 you were following dallas winston around, telling him that he shouldn’t just beat up people. how, peace and love can fix everything, how violence isn’t the answer.
“c’mon man, you’re better than this.”
“no. no i ain’t.”
“cause you ain’t try to be better.”
he didn’t try?
why did he need to? he’s already a terrible person. might as well make the best of it.
“what d’ya know, hippie?”
“i know that love can fix everything.”
“like what, wise guy?”
“wars, fights, arguments, and other things.”
dallas kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes at your corny answer.
you thought dallas could change.
you knew anyone could change if they just, tried.
dallas just thought you were full of shit.
“what planet you come from, huh? this is real life. ain’t nothin’ like that gon’ fix wars.”
“well, we haven’t had a war recently to try. which is good, means the world is a step closer to peace.”
‘step closer to peace,’ his ass.
you’re so bright, he pissed him off.
“just scram, hippe! i ain’t tryna get a lecture from a lowlife like you!”
you sighed, getting a sad expression on your face.
“see, dallas. this is what i was talking about.”
“don’t call me dallas.”
huh?
isn’t that his name? you thought to yourself, with a confused look on your face.
“why not?”
“dally sounds better. dallas ‘s to formal for my liking.”
oh, he just wanted to sound cool.
you smiled, nodding to acknowledge his answer.
“alright, dally.”
“ugh, nevermind. you can call me dally when you get that stupid smile off your face.”
he said, with a grossed out face.
his eyebrows were scrunched up and his top lip was raised.
he looked you up and down, finally noticing your ridiculous outfit.
you had a brown jacket on, with these strings hanging off at the bottom.
you had a white shirt on that was unreasonably dirty. dallas wanted to ask why, but he didn’t want another 15 minute story.
you had almost white jeans on. they had different patches of colours sown in, making them stand out.
your pants were wide, they basically covered the shoes you were wearing.
dallas noticed the large peace necklace you wore.
god, how annoying.
he finally looked up to look at you, eye to eye.
that’s when he noticed how, handsome i guess.
your eyes shinned real bright. your lips looked soft, softer than anyone elses.
god—he never knew how attractive you could be.
“starin’ is rude, dally.”
“i ain’t starin, hippie.”
“calling me a hippie isn’t an insult. it’s just what i am! i mean, do you take offence when people call you a greaser?”
dallas thought about it for a bit.
i guess he didn’t. i mean, that is what he is after all.
“no.”
“see? ain’t all that bad.”
you said, in almost a sassy tone.
he was gonna answer you in some way nobody would like, until you walked off.
you saw your friend—M&M, they call ‘em.
of course you’d be friends with him, dallas thought.
you turned around to face dallas one more time, to say your goodbyes.
you were taught it was rude to leave without saying goodbye at a young age.
“BYE DALLY! STAY SAFE!!”
you shouted, holding up two fingers, making a peace sign as you turn your back to catch up to your friend.
dallas rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette.
he lit it with a stupid smirk on his face.
dally liked that you were using his nickname.
he liked that you looked out for him.
he liked that you saw the better version of himself in him.
dallas winston liked you, period.
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The Witch from Mercury Reaction
Episode 9: “If I Could Take One Step Toward You”
I have finally figured out how to do the “read more” thing on mobile. I admit, I am pretty self-conscious about more very long posts and how much some people have to scroll past. I’ll leave the first few bullet points up just to give a sense of how I do my own reactions, because I know others have different ways of doing things, and maybe potential readers have their own preferences.
We’re having a flashback now? Even I can tell that was a pretty flimsy excuse from Shaddiq. Maybe he was worried if he defeated Guel for Holder status he would lose Miorine’s respect. Well, with his latest stunt, he already has, but perhaps he’s already given up on Miorine ever seeing him how he wants her to see him.
Despite the amount of pressure he’s putting on Miorine, he’s still trying to be very compromising, to meet her halfway. Unfortunately, Miorine never wanted to involve him in the first place and his actions are only provoking her. Even if he wanted to avoid it and give her an out, the duel challenge was inevitable the moment he interfered.
Seems this is less a challenge between two students, and more a challenge between Earth House and Grassley House. And of course as in previous duels, the Duelling Committee has gone out of the way to stack the odds in their favour.
The website says Lilique is popular with the male students, which if true is not only awesome for a number of reasons, but also might explain the unprovoked hostility from that other girl.
When they talked about needing more pilots for support, we all thought of Guel. But would he actually? He cared enough about Suletta to challenge “Elan” before, but that just made his own situation even worse. That said, what else does he have to lose at this point? He might still have his tuition, for now, but he’s not going to get back in his father’s good graces while camping out in the woods, he’s better off thinking about what he can do for himself.
My read is that Shaddiq is being somewhat genuine, that he respects Miorine as her own person and doesn’t see her as an ornament. The problem is Miorine does not believe him, and why should she? Even putting aside how her cynicism and resentment towards the Benerit Group has developed over the years, if she still had an ounce of trust or respect for Shaddiq, we destroyed it when he interfered with her life. He cemented his status as her enemy.
This is the first time that Suletta has ever referred to Miorine as her bride, and she did so to say that she believes in her Mio-Mio. I’m so proud.
And that is when Shaddiq turns into a petty asshole, saying he’ll take Aerial and Miorine from her. Talk like that is what signals to me he is about to lose.
I should have figured Peil wouldn’t give Miorine the Pharact. It’d be too easy for Earth House to figure out that they never improve the suit technology to protect the pilots so they’d be the ones exposed for violating the bioethics of pilots, not to mention the questions about Elan Ceres. But they are using Belmeria Winston as a go-between likely to learn the secrets of Aerial.
Speaking of “go-betweens”, Nika. She seems as fed up with Shaddiq’s scheming as Miorine, however, I’m still concerned with what she’s already told or done for him, and what she got in return.
Anyway, to the duel. We have quite the cast from Grassley House, but the only one that stuck out to me was Renee. Seriously, she’s upset her 12th back-up boyfriend asked Lilique out, and he didn’t even get the date. She’s really telling on herself when despite her popularity, she needs a list of more than a dozen guys to ask out. It means she has enough awareness to know she is so toxic that none of her relationships will last.
As predictable, despite the fancy new suits from Peil Tech, the non-pilots from Earth House went down very quickly, leaving Suletta and Aerial to get overwhelmed very early into the battle. Meanwhile Shaddiq immediately went after the only other actual pilot, the only one who could offer reliable support. And with the rest of the team down, they can gang up on the real target. In one-on-one, Aerial can’t be beaten, and even with anti-GUND tech, there was no guarantee Shaddiq would be able to successfully deploy it and much less finish the fight before Suletta could turn the tables. That’s why he stacked the deck, relying on having a larger number of experienced pilots.
Prospera was looking so expressionless, even when Aerial was hit by the anti-GUND weapons. She’s seen the weapon first-hand so she knew it would eventually be used against Aerial, but even if she thought she found a work-around, she wouldn’t have anyway of actually testing it. I think this was the first time she wasn’t sure what the outcome would be and that she was actually afraid for Aerial.
This is a defining moment for Suletta as a pilot. This is the first time she could not rely on Aerial, even though she was still piloting her. It’s one thing when she’s out of the cock-pit, or in another mobile suit. It’s another matter entirely when it’s only her piloting skills that are preventing Aerial from being blown apart. And who knows what having her head blown off will do to Aerial herself. I’ll get back to how this might change Suletta in a bit.
We might get clarification of this later, but it seems while the weapon did momentarily suppress Aerial for a while, it was either a temporary effect that Aerial was able to overcome, or maybe it was like put Aerial to sleep and Suletta’s words helped to wake her up. Whatever the case, Grassley House were not prepared for the sudden comeback, and with Suletta contributing more to the fight leaving Aerial’s GUND-bits to provide her support, she was able to take half the team out.
Still not quite enough for Suletta to beat Shaddiq on her own. If it were one-on-one, she probably would have managed. Still, I like it this way, Shaddiq set himself up for failure because he completely underestimated Earth House. Grassley took out the rest of the team and ignore them, but they never fully disabled Chuchu’s demi-trainer and there’s no rules saying that Earth House couldn’t support their team in other ways. Earth House may not have as many pilots or fancy mobile suits, but what they lack compared to the major Houses, they make up for in their tenacity and their ability to improvise with what little they have to work with. This wasn’t Aerial once again annihilating her opponent like previous duels, this was Earth House proving that are not to be underestimated.
Now I have to remind myself that per Miorine’s request, the duel was live-streamed outside of the Benerit Group, meaning the rest of the solar system has the pleasure of viewing Suletta’s awkward little Gundam dance live. My hat is off to you, my fellow socially-awkward geek! It’s great for Miorine’s company to get some attention and support from outside the Group.
Finally, GUND-ARM, Inc. is officially started. It might have been a pain, and it was a close call towards the end, but the livestream might be worth the drama
As for Suletta, not really in a celebratory mood. She didn’t lose, but she came so close that this was a huge wake-up call for her. Even though Aerial can still be repaired, this is probably the worst she has ever been “hurt”, and Suletta has come to the conclusion it was because she relies too much on Aerial rather than focus on improving herself. How many times has she said that Aerial is the one who is special, yet when Aerial needed her to step up for a change, her own skill were lacking.
So that’s two important developments for Suletta. The first is finally acknowledging and accepting that she is engaged to Miorine and that they are facing the future together as partners. The second is the acknowledgement that as a pilot she needs to improve for the sake of Aerial, Miorine and herself.
Finally, Shaddiq has come to accept that he screwed up, not just with the duel, but long ago. If he stepped up before, challenged Guel, became Miorine’s groom instead, maybe he could have won her affections as Suletta has. There was no guarantee of course, and part of why Miorine likes Suletta is because of how earnest she is. There’s no schemes or ulterior motives with the girl from Mercury, she’s someone that Miorine actually can trust, with her life as well as her heart.
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Hello! I saw that you wrote for Hanzo and was wondering if I could request him having a child with his s/o? Maybe the moment they are born and their first weeks together. Any fluff would be great :) Thank you in advance and have a good day!
this was kinda hard for me to write for bc i personally don’t want children nor do i want to imagine myself pregnant as an afab nonbinary person so i made this very up for interpretation on how reader and hanzo have the child. from a surrogate, reader had the baby themselves or adopted. you decide!
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hanzo shimada x reader (gender neutral)
summary: first time parents with hanzo
Proven wrong
Hanzo never thought of himself to be fatherly material. Growing up to be the heir of the Shimada clan there was no time for children got even time with his own father. There was always constant talk about arrange marriages for him and his brother. He just didn’t see a life where he’d be a good father.
That was until he met you. As radiant as the sun and gentle as light snowfall. You helped him become a better person. Never doubting him and always staying by his side. Encouraging him to interact with other Overwatch agents. And you got along great with Genji. Practically siblings the two of you were.
You are the sun and he is the moon. Complete opposites of each other. A smile was always seen on your face wherever you went. Playful and caring with everyone you met. Yet you were mature and calculating. Always alert on missions, never lazing about when duty called. You were a breath of fresh air for Hanzo. He was absolutely smitten by you.
He asked you out for tea one day. Then asked you to mediate with him. And then if you’d like to train together. From there your relationship bloomed into a romantic one. Gentle touches in public that don’t last long to make him uncomfortable in the presence of others, but still hold meaning to the two of you. And to more longer physical affection behind closed doors. Stealing kisses as you two cooked, hugging from behind in the early mornings. To more hot and heavy kisses on the neck. Hands trailing down further in the bedroom.
He never thought he’d ever have children. But here he was. Holding the small baby in his arms, cradled safely in a blanket. Eyes brimming with unshed tears he didn’t know even formed until he blinked and they fell down his cheeks. He looked over at you where you smiled at him, tears in your own eyes as you stared at Hanzo and your child with so much love. Gently, he rest his forhead on yours. “My loves.”
The following weeks were full of restless nights as you two took turns feeding. But he wasn’t annoyed. He was grateful he wasn’t annoyed. He enjoyed any moment he had with his child. Winston let them have a few months off to care for their baby. Which he was eager to relish every moment with you and your newborn.
Sometimes he had doubts that plagued his mind for days. He was scared he wasn’t doing his best. But you were there to reassure him during peaceful quiet moments in the dark of your bedroom, baby peacefully asleep in the crib.
“You’ve done amazing so far, Han.” You whispered, kissing his bare shoulder where you rest your head not that long ago. “You’re an amazing father. I know our little one loves you so much. Maybe more than me.” A giggle escaped your lips. And a smile appeared on his. “Little rascal falls asleep faster with you than with me.”
“I just do not want to disappoint you, dearest.” He sighed, grabbing a hold of your hand that rested on his knee, bringing it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.
“And you won’t. You’ll never disappoint me.” You kissed his cheek as you scooted closer to him. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine. As long as we’re with each other, yeah?”
Hanzo closed his eyes, smiling at your words. “Always and forever.” He mumbled cupping your face to kiss you.
Hanzo never thought he’d be a father. He never pictured himself with a loving partner and a little one running around causing havoc in their home. But he was proven wrong. And he was happy to be proven wrong.
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Unicorn: Warriors Eternal - Episode 2
I watched Unicorn: Warriors Eternal episode 2. I watched the first one on youtube and didn't know the second was out. But now I caught up on the series.
The great things from episode 1 still remain. So let's start with the ''negatives''. Let's go from the smallest ''problem'' to the biggest one. The reason why I used '' '' is because those things didn't bother me too much. But they might be for some people and it's worth addressing.
1. I know there are people who would love to see an entire episode dedicated to Edred/Dimitri and Alfie/Seng, because the first one was pretty much about Emma/Melinda. I personally don't mind because Emma/Melinda had to share her screen time with the lore and the setup for the story. Also, I hate when stories drag on for no reason if they don't have enough backstory for an entire episode add something else important! I think they implemented introductions to Alfie/Seng and Dimitri/Edred. Also, it's not like it's over. Their current and previous lives fighting for dominance seem to be a major part of the story. We just have to wait and see. Hope it's not a letdown.
2. The voice acting. I don't know if the voice actors for Emma and Alfie are young and inexperienced or if they try to put on an accent and they can't keep it and act emotionally at the same time but something's not right. When Emma is quiet and shy the voice actress fits perfectly but when she needs to shout, it's as if she doesn't want to wake her parents in the next room. And when Emma and Alfie have their Rush Hour 3-like comedy routine it's like they just reed lines and don't talk to each other. Dimitri/Edred has the best voice actor because he actually can emote and his voice is nice to listen to. This is great because it seems he's the one who's going to do a lot of talking with his personality and being the one who has to explain a lot of stuff because he for some reason can remember more than the others. (I will write about it later.) I've seen people upset that after his transformation he lost his Russian accent. I understand. In the limited time he was on screen Dimitri charmed a lot of people and out of all characters, he looks the least like his original self. He only kept his outfit. But I think it can be a great indicator of who is talking. If it's a Dimitri who's in control we will hear his accent. At least I hope so. It would've been a waste if they didn't use it. All in all, I don't mind and it should get better as the series goes on.
3. Timeline? The only date we have been provided is 1772. That's when the school for orphaned boys has been established. We have no idea how long it's been active and how long it's been abandoned. It can be the 21st century with steampunk coating for all we know.
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4. My biggest problem with this scene is how confusing it is. Emma is watching Winston play against the boys from the school for orphaned boys. I guess they let boys of all ages play because Alfie is referred to as just a kid even after who knows how much time has passed since then. In all the information about the show, the word teenagers keep coming up. I don't know about you, but for me, a teenager is a person from the age of 13 to 19. You know? The -teen part! Emma was about to get married so I assume she's 18 at least. I guess Dimitri is 18/19 because he must be old enough to travel on his own. Unless he had run away from home.
Just out of curiosity, I googled marriage in 18th-century England. These are the results!
Until 1823 the legal age in England for marriage was 21 years for men and women although after 1823 a male could marry as young as 14 without parental consent and a girl at 12 although most girls didn't marry until around the ages of 18 to 23.
And there you have it folks! The show takes place after 1823 and Emma is around 18/19 years old. But hey, it's just a theory. A TV show theory! And cut.
This episode was fun. I have to admit I feel kind of smug knowing I predicted the love triangle. Wait is a triangle if there are 5 people in it? Emma loves Winston, Melinda loves Edred, and Dimitri might have some attraction to Emma/Melinda but he could've just been nice. .) Shipers, your time has come!
#Unicorn: Warriors Eternal - Episode 2#Unicorn: Warriors Eternal#Unicorn Warriors Eternal#uwe edred#uwe#edred#melinda#uwe melinda#emma#uwe emma#Edred/Dimitri#Alfie/Seng#6 Unicorn Warriors Eternal spoilers
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When They Point To The Pictures [ch. 2]
Word Count: 731
Warnings: Estrangement, broken friendships, feelings of betrayal, brief reference to notorious mass suicide, referenced PTSD, fear of dogs, past panic attack
Fandom: Ghostbusters
Pairings: Peter Venkman x Dana Barrett, Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige
I love writing Mom!Dana. And it’s not just because Sigourney Weaver is Mother.
Enjoy!
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“Hey, Mom?” the voice of her oldest son interrupted her as she was tuning up her cello.
“Yes, Oscar? What is it?” Dana asked, setting her instrument and bow aside.
“Why don’t Uncle Egon and Auntie Cath come around anymore?” Oscar asked.
Dana looked at her son, wondering where this had come from. He had stopped asking questions about Egon and Cathleen less than a year after they had left for God only knew where, so she and Peter hadn’t anticipated it coming up again anytime soon.
“Even after we moved here, Uncle Ray and Aunt Willow still visit with Addison and Natalie, and even Uncle Winston and Aunt Tiyah come sometimes,” Oscar explained. “But... you told me that Uncle Egon and Aunt Cath moved really far away, with Aunt Janine and Uncle Louis.”
Then, he asked the question that even though she thought that she knew the answer, she still asked herself every single time she thought of them.
“Why did they leave?”
Dana sighed, moving onto the couch and taking Oscar into her lap-- something that she hadn’t done since before she was pregnant with Kelly. Oscar had been so insistent that he was too old to sit on his mother’s lap, but he wasn’t fighting her over it right now.
“Oscar, it’s... it’s a little complicated,” she tried that for a beginning.
Oscar sighed. “Mom, that’s what grown-ups always say when they don’t want to talk about something.”
“No, I do want to talk,” Dana told him. “You see... about a year after your cousin Marie was born, the both of them and your Aunt Janine started talking about these... nightmares that they’d been having. And over that time until Andrew and Addison were born, they started to... believe some things that were pretty... pretty...”
“Like that cult last year that killed themselves?” Oscar asked.
Dana winced, remembering how Oscar and Andrew had accidentally caught glimpses of the news coverage of the Heaven’s Gate cult’s mass suicide.
“No,” she quickly answered. “Not like a cult. But, they were starting to scare us. And... you know how I told you about how I met Dad? And how that’s why I get nervous around big dogs?”
“Yeah,” Oscar nodded.
“Well, Uncle Egon started to say some things that reminded me of that,” Dana explained. “And I started to have an anxiety attack, and your father got mad at him for causing it. He did apologize, but... the next day, they were gone. Cath left a note, but she didn’t tell us where they went.”
She purposely omitted how immediately after her panic attack, Cathleen had gone to Ray and Willow’s place to confront them on how they didn’t believe Egon, and she and Willow had gotten into a physical fight.
“So they left... like my birth dad,” Oscar said it as if it were plain as day. “I’m mad at them.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be alone,” Dana remarked.
“Is that why their pictures were taken out of my baby book?”
Dana nodded. “Yeah. Your-- your dad and Uncle Ray were so mad at them that they wanted to forget that they ever knew them, so... that’s exactly what they tried to do.”
She took a deep breath.
“Oscar... I don’t blame you if you want to be mad at Uncle Egon and Aunt Cath,” Dana said. “But, they were still a big part of our lives. When I was having a hard time taking care of you, they did step up to help me. And they helped me save you. If it weren’t for them... you wouldn’t be you anymore. You wouldn’t have grown into this amazing boy that you are, and I’m grateful for that. But it still doesn’t excuse how much they’ve hurt us. So, if you want to be mad at them, you can.”
Oscar nodded. “Okay.”
“But, remember... by forgiving them, that makes you the better person,” Dana told him.
“Okay.”
The door opened, and Peter walked in. Like Pavlov’s dog, Kelly recognized the sound all the way from where she had been playing and stumbled into the living room on her tiny legs to greet him as she squealed with delight. Andrew rushed downstairs, too.
“Hey, Osco,” Peter greeted. “So, you and Mom talking about something?”
Oscar looked down at his hands before looking up at his father again. “No, just... just talking about nothing.”
#Ghostbusters#Cathlegon#Peter x Dana#Peter Venkman x Dana Barrett#Cathleen Lives AU#Pre-Afterlife#Dana Barrett#Oscar Barrett#Peter Venkman#Egon Spengler#Cathleen Spengler#Cathleen Paige Spengler#Sigourney Weaver#Bill Murray#Harold Ramis#Linda Purl#Andrew Venkman#Kelly Venkman#OTP: And Then She Threw Me Out Of Her Life#OC: Cathleen Paige Spengler#OC: As Long As You're By My Side#OC: Andrew Venkman#OC: Kelly Venkman#TW Estrangement#TW Feelings of Betrayal#TW Referenced Mass Suicide#TW Referenced Cult#TW Referenced PTSD#TW Fear of Dogs#TW Past Panic Attack
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Yuu: Lore, Facts and AU Idea!
As you can see upon the title, our winner is....OSWALDYUU!
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Congrats to everyone who voted!, so I would bring upon myself to show you the Lore and Facts about (My Version of at least, because I recently had found another Oswald Yuu somewhere around Tumblr) of Oswald Yuu! (And to let you know the reason why I had voted "Just Yuu/MC" is because I would figure most of you guys would rather want the original than the other two)
So upon Oswald Yuu, I really would want to be as closely faithful to the Character, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, and I had a few draft ideas upon how things would particularly go.
But then I had a rather certain idea thanks to watching 'Helluva Boss' and 'Once Upon a Time', it had given me of some rather interesting insights upon how the character would act out (at least).
So to kick some things off, I would think Oswald Yuu, or "Ollie" as a reference, would have both abandonment and trust issues due to them having rather traumatic life growing up.
So in the far beginning, Ollie don't have a mom but had a adoring father who had high dreams for him and Ollie.
Since her dad was once a artist and animator (who highly deserved credited on because animation is a beautiful spectrum of art and not a genre for kids, I'm looking at you Disney-) that is working with a few close friends of his into making a studio with Ollie helping out and being a "star" of the animation.
I would had expected that Ollie wanted to be a performing actor that would give inspiration for their father's work. And the small business seemed to be working well..until Ollie's dad became very ill one day, and had to be taken into an emergency room to stay for a long while.
And while their dad wideain the hospital, leaving the very young Ollie into staying with one of their dad's friends. Of course it seemed to be fine but payment and bills were overdue and in needed, and more unfortunately that the person that was looking after Ollie...is also the boss of her dad's career and their 'caretaker' when in particular reality that he was the rather reason for the father being very ill lately and for how he got Ollie in the first place.
For a while back, Ollie's dad wanted to renew upon the contract for more better qualities and better future for both his kid and his staff so it would help more out with the community. But then both men lead up into a argument with the boss, Charlie as Ollie calls him, refused to elaborate with him upon advantages. Refusing to give him more, and even taking both his staff and kid since Charlie had the rights to take them.
But Ollie's Dad, Winston, refused and argued back, reluctantly saying that "You may take my career, my money and even my staff, but you will not have my child or we going to have a LOT of problems on your industry..and I will make sure of that."
But when Winston was shown signs of him getting drastically sick, Charlie to the advantage and basically had kidnapped (probably forced custody over) Ollie while the one who was supposed to be Ollie's actual caretaker was trying to get them back, especially after when Charlie had fired Winston the next day.
Behind the scenes, Winston was absolutely devastated and felt utterly hopeless. For both Winston and his close friend were trying desperately to get Ollie back, but as you can see it wasn't successful.
Not Only Ollie was rather forced to work reluctantly harder than usually and refused every time to go seeing their father, but was also rather mistreated along the way. Rather it's more physical or even more verbally and mentally abused with how they were treated as a sort of prisoner in a cold iron cage.
But during around the age of nine, they ran away in the dead of night in hopes to reunite with their father and finally home again. But after almost three months of looking, they were found by a few people and took them into foster care after they had told them they were trying to find their way back home but had no clue of where they are. So eventually while they stayed in foster care for a while, they didn't easily trust any of the adults ever since Charlie had interviened in their life.
While Ollie was hoping for any chances or signs of where their father could be, there were chances that they were taken into some foster families and even went back to foster care due to some circumstances.
Of course upon those years, since they don't trust the staff easily, it had lead them to doing a bit of bad things, some for the right reasons and some were not. But of course it does lead them mainly into trouble, Ollie just hopes and wonders if Winston was looking for them after all..or did he even care to come back for them.
Which leading some scarring words that Charlie had constantly telling them about how Winston left them, sold them to him and didn't want to do anything with them anymore. They fear those words are true, but denies each time the thought like that passes by.
For Ollie knows that he would never do or say anything like that at all, he's their idol, their father who loved them so much and would do anything for them to have a 'happily ever after'. While hope is slowly dying on the inside, that very determination never given up.
Of course while being in foster care it still does break them a few times, Ollie has to keep looking up but even then, they are human and had hard times of believing that perhaps they..they were truly alone after all, that perhaps no one, nor their dad would come back at all.
Eventually during their teen years, they left foster care and is a bit more prepared to find their dad on their own when seemingly no one could. But seemingly after a few weeks time, Ollie finally found their home, found where their father was and could not be the merrier. They basically ran to the very place, which it was rather extravagant since Winston was rather famous now.
But Ollie didn't care, they didn't care the risky consequences later, they were rather thrilled to be running into their father's arms again. But as they were at the very door to his home....they hesitated.
For years that they waited and wondered to find their way back home, to see their father's face again but something was stopping them...was it doubt? Fear? Anticipation?...
No one can say for sure, but Ollie's mind began to fill with thousands of questions, thousands of 'what ifs' and 'whys' festered through..but then they heard laughter in the house. Familiar with both her father and his friend,..but a new voice was heard that something clicked in their head.
Haulting their endless thinking as a peak of curiosity got the best of them. Soon, Ollie went to take a look to see that suddenly surprised them. For a starters, Winston look rather older with a few more gray hairs than the last time they seen him. Seemingly to be more healthier, which Ollie was rather glad that he was still alive.
But then their attention began to eyed at the young boy right next to him, also seemingly similar to Winston of course but was a year younger than Ollie as it seemed.
'Who is he?' Ollie could think repeatedly, but then take notes upon the gestures Winston has on the boy. First was his hand placed upon his shoulder, not in all creepy way but more of a friendly lovely placement like a parent upon their child. The next was the very warm, and happily smile he placed upon him..Ollie could have sworn they never seen him smile as wide as that. But they had a familiar feeling of what that very look meant, the adoration and pride of how their children grow, of how passionate they were upon following their dreams. The very bond between father and son was seen without any hesitation or sadness upon any signs.
Something in Ollie made them irked in a wrong way, something felt upsetting upon this very moment. But cannot understand why? What was the reason of this feeling of jealousy? It shouldn't have to feel this way, but why does it?
But then...suddenly the world around them froze in time around Ollie, as the young boy hugged their father as his words spoke to Winston.
"I love you papa."..."I love you to, Michael."..
Those words,..the very scene...everything made sense...All those questions Ollie had asked further and finally answered all...as if those very words Charlie told them were true all along..This boy, this Michael..was prove..
Ollie....was.....replaced..
As if seemingly for the first time, tears ran down upon their face, now endless as they began to see clearly now. They look around after stepping away from the window, seeing how everything drastically changed, there were many faces of Michael everywhere.
Posters, gifts, costumes, everything was all Michael's doing, Michael was the star..the start of it all..
The life that Ollie was taken from..
Ollie never felt more silence than they had before, that everything, their dreams, fame, love, and even their own father was taken away...because of him.
Everything felt spinning around Ollie, everything made them sick, perhaps even almost a instant of death was just around them, crawling underneath their shivering skin, tightening their lungs into a breathless whimper, the beating of their pulsing heart roared and pound through loudly simply of a orchestra of instruments play through repeatedly. Teary eyes blurred through their vision, seemingly become more grey and dull as minutes ticked by, countless words swarm and rung their ears harsh and true. They covered them in tempts of shutting them out, but it only grew worse and worse..weaken knees fell into the solemn grounds, weeping down before a voice spotted them through the window. Ollie gazed up, seeing the very person who had stayed with Winston for a long time, a loyal friend and companion from the very beginning, Ollie's real caretaker..Ugène.
The moment Ugène saw Ollie for the first time, they were almost too unrecognizable, they looked completely different..but the moment they locked eyes on him, he knew that it was them.
He was shook to see them here, but was glad that they were safe, and away from Charlie's grasp..but immediately takes notice of how intentionally frightened they are.
The fear upon their face for Ugène to see their shriveling state as this, they cannot be seen so humiliating, so upsettingly to see them in such a sadden disarray like this. Ugène went close in tempts to calm them down, only to have the world began overturning, quicken to get up before they see a glimpse of their smiling father turned to see Ollie before his face became a more sudden, saddening shock than Ugène's.
Seeing them in such a utter betrayal and frightened look regardless of how much they had changed almost broke the elder man. After years of searching for them, they would finally come home..only to see them in pain harmed him inside out.
To which..that very look..the man that was filled with love and laughter showing a face more sadder of a broken man....broke Ollie.
.....Not exactly knowimg what became of them suddenly, however all they know...is that they cannot stay here anymore.
With that, Ollie bolted away from Ugène and the rather many security guards that were looking for them after they broke in. Endless name calling for them were heard as they flee from the scene, never looking back no matter how far they were now.
Tears continue further falling rapidly from their face, passing through the crowded streets to where no one can reach them.
It was only then tired legs dropped down once again to the soiled grounds for them to breath properly, taking every moment they can to proccess through.
Soon..more dreaded tears spilled, with their voice cracking through their many sobs... Followed with countless screaming of despair and anger.
They cursed themself to allow this very situation happen, they cursed Charlie for stealing them away from everything they had loved, they cursed Michael for being the one who had stolen everything when they barely met him.. And they......
...........
...........no.........
...they can't do it.. They don't have the heart to do it. They loved their father with all of their heart, everything they believed was because of him.. And cursing him wouldn't make things better..he didn't do anything wrong. They know that, they should know that.
Everything he did was for them, both Ollie and his team. They knew he dreamed of being someone as memorable to this day.. He would never do things harshly out of malice. Of course he isn't perfect, but he was the best dad that they had ever given to..nothing would change that. And the thought of them hurting him even further made things far worse.. The very face that would and will forever haunt their memories for the rest of time, that cannot be forgiven by their standards..they cannot forgive themself.. They can't without a thought through Winston's eyes.
They would more to believe that he is far happier with that boy than he would ever be with them.. That he succeeded that they cannot.
They absolutely had no clue of what made Michael so special..but whatever it was worth, it made him more happier. After all, Michael achieved Winston's dreams, made him happier and given a loving happy family just like he dreamed of...so then why does it still hurt?
Why out of everything, still hurts? Why can it stop!?... Why..why.. WHY?!
Ollie yelled repeatedly, banging their fisted palms again a harden tree, hitting it into the very spot as their hands began bleeding. It hurts, everything hurts..and there was nothing they could do about it. Energy eventually drains from them as they curled against the tree, covering their face after wrapping themself into a ball before they drifted to sleep with what was left of their tears left to shed.
Alone once again..in the sound of silence.
Holy crap that was long, and hopefully it's a good starting point of their backstory of how they started out. And I wasn't expecting to be alk that long. As you probably take note of how the character were named based upon the first letter of their names. (Michael=Mickey, Winston=Walt, Ugène=Ub and Charlie=Charles) but I would figure since it is still Twisted Wonderland, I would need to change upon naming and other things.
So in hope to make things a little lighter, how about we have some Facts about Lil Ollie!
Ollie was born around the year 1999, more likely going to be around the age of 24 but would still appear to be a bit more young than it appears. (More likely intelligent and partent figure than Crowley-)
The name Ollie can be used for Olivia or Oliver, but back then they would used the name 'Oscar' since they would have traits of being a guy while in reality they're gender-neutral/unisexed.
Ollie likes Cats a bit more than dogs (which I would think it would be clever since A. Grim and B. Mickey has a pet dog named Pluto, so it would probably make sense Oswald would get a pet cat)
in Ollie's youth, they and Winston would love to go onto the trolley and watch around the town upon stores with beautiful and old actiques, hearing beautiful music playing around the corner of the plazas, or even the smell of freshly baked goods. It was rather one of the good moments with their dad since they go onto the very same Trolley for work to home, or even at days where they went to see the movies/plays for the day.
Ollie's aesthetic would be the Roaring 20s since it is rather the most glamorous life despite the more negative stuff to it later in the years, it was still the life of entertainment. So you can expect to quote a few old movies and books based or are from the 1920s.
The different versions of Yuu/MC are usually nameless based upon race and languages, and this would be the case of how Ollie would look like. But during production of the final look there would most likely be four versions of 'Ollie' that would be introduced. (White, Tan, Black, and Vitilago).
Ollie is mostly pansexual since it doesn't really matter who they would end up with of either genders or sexuality, but would want to have someone as a morally equal that can and would understand the circumstances. (And would be kinda a funny dynamic if someone like Vil or Malleus would have a Jessica/Rodger Rabbit moments. Like how many Malleyuu shippers can compare to Dronkey in Shrek)
Ollie's 6'10 fair height (almost 6'11)
Ollie does like Popcorn, Carrot Cakes and Blue Moon/chocolate dipped vanilla Icecream.
Dislikes canned sardines (would give them to Grim instead)
Their main outfits would loosely be based upon the two versions of Oswald shown here. But I will try to find inspired ideas upon outfits that can match.
Original Oswald by Disney
Public Ozwald by Jakeneutron
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Btw his songs are bop, I do suggest you can watch some of his content if you want more.
Anyways, there will be probably more list of facts upon Ollie that I can add later. But before I go, I do have a few little ideas that perhaps can be into a Au series if it goes well.
So as I had said I had a bit of inspiration upon the Series called 'Once Upon a Time's and it's concept upon the show itself.
And it also got me thinking it would be a kinda cool idea if in this Au would be almost similar to 'Once Upon a Time' but have a more alternate approach.
From what I am saying, I would mean the concept and world building around how the Au began.
For starters, Yuu/MC, or 'Ollie' if you want to add in, awaken in the outskirts of a forbidden forest seemingly unaware of what the fuck is going on and desides to look around, since they don't exactly have any idea of how they got there in the first place. But through out their journey, their memory would began to piece together which it eventually leads up to 'the big reveal'.
And upon the concept of how Twisted Wonderland would look in the story, I would imagine to have a bit more a fantasy-Disney feeling upon exploring while the appearances and looks would change in the setting from each sections. Like how in Heartsybul is based upon Alice in Wonderland's Queen of hearts, but it becomes more larger and have a more wonderland feeling into it.
And for what Riddle and the other dorms leaders would wear and represent, I would think they would have a bit more fashioned with both the iconic Disney villians designs mixed with the overblot designs, without the overblot.....yet..
But for Leona's part, I would have him into the Broadway designs of the Lion King's Scar because I am not positively sure of how the outfit look of Scar would work since he is a animal....who isn't anamorphic..with no clothes. But upon the designs from the Broadway (and the recent event before the anniversary) would be kinda a cool idea.
And upon how Azul and Malleus would appear, they would look almost have the original Disney villians look and overblot, but they would change their appearances so they wouldn't be easily spotted in their disguise.
Like how Ursula changed herself into Vanessa, would more likely do the same but without some magic potion spell. Malleus however would be a very different case.
Malleus changes his appearance to be closely 'humane' like in the Maleficint remake but would still have some of his blackened scales around his face and have a bit more reptilian look about him.
Of course he still can change into a dragon, but I would figure each of the dorm leaders would have a more interesting intakes of how they would appear. (Won't spoil anything too much but probably see a bit more in the later posts)
But I think during around the journey, 'Ollie' would eventually see why they are here and who was the one whom captured them there in the first place.
Not a good start up on the idea I know, but I promise i do want to make it clear things without trying to spoil anything that wouldn't be satisfying.
and I do want to add a storyline parts soon so it would be a bit more engaging as the story progresses through.
But it probably won't be out for a while when I eventually will have a idea of how things can run smoothly.
In any cases, I hope you do like the little idea, more and facts about the version of Yuu/MC that I had pictured about. It may not be exactly perfect, but I hope you guys like it.
Until then, see y'all soon~!
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