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deadbeat-motel · 2 months

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For my rewrite, I wanted to tie each sinner who's staying at the motel to a specific deadly sin to make it easier to understand what got them in hell and just for the fun of it.

It doesn't apply to the rest of hell to have a specific sin, but I thought it was interesting that the inhabitants of the motel will represent a sin.

Some of these characters are still rough ideas and will be subjected to some changes once i finalize the actual lores for these characters:

First up, Angel Dust is easy to confuse as Lust because most people might assume that since he's a sex worker, its probably what got him in hell right? Though, his sin had nothing to do with being lustful since he didnt become a sex worker until then (plus being a sex worker doesnt warrant someone a tacket straight to hell). Instead what really did him in was Gluttony since it was his appetite for vices that got him into trouble and also inadvertently lead to his death and it was that appettite that lead him to take any and all clients to feed his appetite for angeldust.

Nifty's sin is Lust, though not in the traditional sexual sense that we know. For her sin's sake, Lust is all about an uncontrollable desire that leads one to do horrible acts in order to attain what they've been obsessing over. In the rewrite, I was going to let her be a lot younger (most likely an adolescent-young teen) with a very skewed sense of what romance/love is like and have her lean in more towards a yandere-type character or a crappy creepypasta kid character (think Nina the killer levels of crappypasta). I'm torn between the two ideas at the moment.

[Also fun fact, hearing that nifty was a japanese woman from the 1950's kind of took me off because googling it, she wouldve been a woman who grew up in the middle of world war 2 and lived through a bit of the Post war boom if we assumed she's also american as well. Having someone with a background like that who acts like she's mentally a child makes it feel like Viv did no research at all.]

Husk's sin remains as Greed, as gambling just seems so hard to quit for him, even when his life is on the line, especially when he's cheating death so many times. Maybe it was after he had his first close encounter with death in his youth... or the few couple of times during the war... that he began to think of himself as too lucky to die. Unfortunately for him, he'd have to learn the hard way that whatever force that was trying to save him can't do anything about his own body failing from years of self-destructive alcoholism.

[Husk will literally kill me with all the research I'll have to do from 1910-1970 to get his story straight.]

Alastor is one Prideful mf. As an intelligent serial killer (possibly cannibal), he was able to evade the police whilst keeping the high-profile radio host job he killed others for. He enjoyed leaving clues and slipping little hints around his scene that stumped the entire police department. In the end, getting sloppy because of his own overconfidence in his abilities was what did him in and he was chased down and shot by a hunter in his escape.

Sir Pentious is Envious of the Victorian family and those above the middle class. He believed that he deserved to have the same kind of privileges they have especially since he was a brilliant inventor who believed he could forward Great Britain to a greater future. So he gave up 15 years trying to take over the monarchy by himself and failing miserably. He died due to an invention gone wrong and that was the day Great Britain was rid of its persistent annoyance.

[Some people may read about him in history books and confuse him for an anti-monarchist when this man's entire goal was to replace the monarchy with himself.]

Cherri Bomb grew up as a resentful youth of the Japanese 70's being a sukeban of a delinquent girl gang. Their Wrath was known all across the other local schools in their area and they were known for their sheer brutality. However, Cherri Bomb in particular was also feared by other members of the gang as she was ruthless punishing those who wanted to leave the group. She doesn't ever disclose how she died to others and thus no one is ever really sure how she ended up down here but no one really feels the need to ask.

[I'm extremely unfamiliar with Australian history so Cherri Bomb will have to have grown up in Japanese 70-80's delinquent culture.]

There's one sin left.... but since I don't really have anyone in the HH cannon that could realistically fit Sloth, I'm left with two options: Characterizing the blank slate that is Crymini myself or leaving the last resident as a community effort "Build-a-Sinner."

So first poll ive done but....

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign #vivziepop critical #deadbeat motel rewrite #hazbin hotel criticism #deadbeat motel alastor #deadbeat motel angel dust #deadbeat motel nifty #deadbeat motel husk #deadbeat motel sir pentious #deadbeat motel cherri bomb

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thygoddessouijathicc · 6 months

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So I’ve kinda been thinking (COTL post btw I’ll get back on some DSAF stuff soon). Spoilers for post game.

Purgatory is kinda underutilized in fics.

The bishops have spent who knows how long reliving their deaths on repeat and each seems to kinda have different feelings about this judging from their purgatory pre battle dialogue.

Leshy repeats his initial dialogue from the original fight, but at the end seems to have something of a cry for help with “end this” implying he does indeed find the experience to be hellish. It feels like a plea for any kind of mercy, not as blatant as Kallamar sure but just as poignant. Leshy is suffering BADLY, bad enough that he’s begging for an end to it. The fact he repeats the original dialogue too is also interesting because of this. The whole thing feels very… defeated. It makes sense, he’s been here the longest in most playthroughs. He’s accepted he can’t fight his way out and has resigned to fighting, but still begs for freedom.

Heket is seemingly angry about this and seems to be venting her anger through what is currently her only outlet, killing the lamb repeatedly, which she may or may not be finding more success in than the others as she seems to be less damaged implying she’s been dying less than she’s been killing. Time in a hellish purgatory may have in fact strengthened her resolve to fight. Though I’d say it feels like a temporary resolve, something of a desperate grab to take power of this situation, eventually things will change and she’ll end up in a much similar place to the others.

Kallamar’s dialogue is what is to be expected from the so called “scardy squid”, he begs us to stay back and not hurt him. This is probably the most clear cut display of the effects of purgatory being that he’s seemingly just more scared of us and in a lot of pain. Kallamar I find to be interesting because I’m getting the impression that while other siblings MAY be coaxed to deviate from the norm (maybe not Shamura as they seem pretty ok with this), Kallamar seems the most likely. I can see Kallamar trying to escape the lamb rather than confront them, while others may do this for Kal it feels very likely he not only has done this, but has done it a lot, never succeeding and resolving to just beg for mercy. While Leshy isn’t directly talking to the player Kal says “red crown” meaning there’s no greater force or anything he’s begging to, he’s ONLY begging to us.

Shamura’s dialogue here is very interesting. It feels like they are very resolved to their fate of repeating this eternally and not only don’t care to escape it, but see this fate as a deserved punishment. For Narinder, crimes as a bishop, the lamb genocide, or all of the above we can’t quite say, I’d say probably a mix of all. Regardless, Shamura seems to be in a state of acceptance of this being the rest of their eternity. Their dialoge also implies a Sisyphus situation of “drawing semblance of life” from routine in a known situation where everything is the same. I’m not sure I’d say they are CONTENT like this, but they’re definitely accepting and the fact they seem to think they deserve eternal purgatory hell seems to definitely be part of this.

I feel like all 4 reactions are interesting thematically. Leshy’s feelings of defeat, Heket’s struggle for control, Kallamar’s utter terror and desperation, and Shamura’s passive acceptance.

However I don’t see a lot of people talking about this in fact a lot of fics seem to say the bishops don’t even remember purgatory which is interesting in itself but personally I’d definitely touch on the fact they each had their own individual somewhat breakdowns of their character, and the affect this would have on their minds going forward, especially on their views of themselves, the lamb who was somewhat the vessel for their torture and their behaviour in general. Would they gain new responses? Would certain things like specific weapons trigger memories of their time in purgatory? Would they dream about it?

Just so much cool fuckin shit to explore! I might sometime if any of my DSaF followers stuck it out for this you KNOW I love angst.

Anyway this is all speculation give me your own insight if you have any! <:

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Can I please request the yandere alphabet for Claudia Wolf from Silent Hill 3? Romantic or romantic/platonic are both fine! - 🍂

I read this wrong, I didn't see you said Alphabet instead of Concept 😅 This is actually easier, sure! Hope I got her character right! I struggled a bit but I hope I got her yandere type across.

Alphabet Here

Yandere Alphabet - Claudia Wolf

(Silent Hill 3)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Worship yandere, Manipulation, Apathy towards the lives of others, Stalking, Religious themes/Cults, Forced relationship, Murder, Violence, Kidnapping, Trauma, Brainwashing mention, Stalking mention.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Claudia is a delusional religious fanatic part of The Order. She'd be obsessive about her darling and delusional about them. She'll believe you want specific things when you don't.

I imagine at times Claudia can be very intense. Maybe she worships you at times and tries to "prioritize your happiness". In reality she does things that she thinks will make you happy.

She's been through trauma herself and doesn't want her darling to suffer the same neglect. This makes her obsessive about making you live a good life... when she may just be giving you the opposite.

Her love language would be words more than physical affection, often preaching about how she adores you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Claudia wouldn't be too messy. She'll get rid of those who threaten the "Birth of God" and your happiness. In canon this is shown when she kills Harry and Vincent.

To her... some murder is necessary for happiness.

Especially yours.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She'd treat you like you're glass. She wants you happy and free of pain, after all.

She wouldn't mock you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Indoctrination into The Order, murder of those close to you, really anything to satiate her delusional mind.

For the most part she tries to "listen" to her dearest.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

A lot. Claudia thinks you're a blessed gift to her. Someone to make her happy while she tries to "resurrect God" and heal her from the loss of Alessa.

You are important to her... she'd never let you go since you must be a gift.

Even if letting you go would truly make you happy.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Frustrated. She's trying to make you happy! Why do you reject her love?

She can't be doing something wrong... can she?

No matter... she'll just try harder... all for the happiness of her dearest.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Why would this be a game? She's trying to shield you from the pain of this world.

Why do you want to go back to it?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Right before she kidnaps them.

Your loved ones are removed as she thinks they will corrupt and harm you. She thinks they'll hurt you and you'll be safer in her care.

Which is when she takes you in... you still completely traumatized by what she's done.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

The future she plans for you may not even involve her. She knows that when God arrives and ushers in an age of happiness she may not be involved/doesn't deserve it. Even if she isn't... any future she has in mind for you is to see you happy.

A strangely nice goal... for such a broken woman.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

No, not really. She doesn't like others around you but it's not necessarily out of jealousy.

She may yell at others but other than that may try to cope?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

She's a worship yandere. She praises you and yearns for you to pay attention to her. She'll hold you and whisper how you make life better.

She rants on and on about how she'll make you happy. She tells you about hed religion, God's potential resurrection, and how you're happier with her.

She's a ranting mess who is incredibly delusional. You're the best gift to her. She plans to repay the favor.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

She stalks you and plans things out around you. Soon she knows she'll have you in the end. She just needs to make everything perfect.

She's careful when approaching you. She may try to make you join her cause willingly. If not... well...

She has other plans.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really, everyone sees her as insane.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation and brainwashing. She doesn't wish to hurt you... but you must see things her way.

It's for your own good as they say.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot of them but she'll try to let you be a little independent at least.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Patient. Like... eerily patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

That's... hard to tell. She'd be devastated but, if you died, would probably assume you also got reincarnated like Alessa.

Which leads to her hunting some poor soul down to find you... something that will never happen.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No, she feels when she abducts you it's for the best.

She most likely won't let you go unless you somehow convince her broken mind.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The childhood trauma she has due to her father and The Order. If you've played/watched Silent Hill 3 you'll know what I mean.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She hates it. As a result she gives it her all to comfort you. You may try to hide yourself but she promises she'll keep you happy and healthy.

And when God lives again?

You won't have to worry about the pain anymore.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

She's delusional but knows what she's doing is wrong.

She doesn't care if it is wrong.

She wants happiness... for her, you, and the world.

Sometimes you have to do harm to make good in her eyes.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Trying to convince her that she or you will be happy if she gives you more freedom. It will take a long time but maybe she'll listen?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

She's so delusional that if she was hurting you she'll either not notice or claim it's necessary for your happiness.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

She worships you. She's definitely a delusional worship yandere. She'd go to great lengths to take care of you and win you over.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Before she kidnaps you? A long time. If she feels she has to isolate you to preserve your happiness she'll put together a plan to save you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Probably, yes. She's delusional and she may wear you down mentally.

#yandere silent hill #yandere silent hill 3 #yandere claudia wolf #yandere alphabet

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garden-of-gay · 10 months

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You're On Your Own Kid, Part 2

Part 1

So....remember how I said you guys would get comfort, well…..you do, y’all just get more hurt first. I’m sorry, I promise it is coming but a lot of things need to happen first so for now we get sad Steve.

TW: Some use of homophobic slurs (it’s only once but I figure I still let y’all know)

TW: Implied child abuse (because you know, Steve’s parents suck)

Great Escape

It took quite a while for Steve to calm down and when he did, that is when the embarrassment came flooding in.

“Eds I’m so sorry, I-” Steve was abruptly cut off by Eddie’s voice.

“Sweetheart, why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He was using a tone that made Steve want to cry all over again, it was so soft and caring, in a way that he didn’t know how to process.

“I– I, I’m not supposed to cry so…so I’m sorry” Steve said softly, but the moment it left his mouth he felt stupid.

“Stevie, who told you that you can’t cry” Eddie was baffled at how such a seemingly strong boy could help others when they stumbled but not offer himself the same courtesy. He also knew that the ones who had told him this had been his parents but still wanted to give Steve the chance to tell him on his own terms.

“Darling, please, who told you this?” He said it one again, so kindly that Steve couldn’t understand why he was being so sweet to him.

“Why are you being so kind to me? Shouldn’t you be upset with me” Steve asked, fighting back tears once again.

“Babydoll, why would I not be? You deserve all the kindness in the world from me, darling” Eddie waited a moment listening before Steve began to softly speak and with a sadness in his voice that only sent another wave of sadness through Eddie’s already broken heart.

“Well its just, my parents especially my dad said he can’t deal with criers and no son of his was going to be a sissy, faggot”

Steve could remember the way his father would yell at him for the tears that would fall down his face as a child; could still envision the rage that would plague his face. Overtime, he learned to stifle his tears until he was alone, to avoid the wrath of his fathers words and fist. Even now knowing his parents weren’t home, because they never were, he would still hide in his closet to cry.

Eddie began to speak breaking Steve from his thoughts

“I– I’m so sorry Stevie, you never deserved that, still don’t deserve that” He said with his voice breaking.

“It’s okay, Eds I’m okay, promise” Steve said to not only Eddie but also to himself hoping that if he said it aloud he could make it true”

Eddie knew it was a lie but decided not to push.

“Hey Eds, I'm tired, I'm going to turn in for the night”

“Yeah.... okay"

"hey, you know I see a great escape for you, I see you running away from the pain they caused you and never looking back. If anyone could do it it’s you” Steve loved the way Eddie had said it, it made it feel so real, that maybe he really could.

“Thanks, so long Daisy May” Steve joked

“Daisy May!? Who the hell is Daisy May?” Eddie asked incredulously

Steve chuckled before answering

“She’s a character that my grandma loved, she’s from a comic I think, I don’t know.”

Although Steve was tired, he proceeded to speak with Eddie for another hour before finally falling asleep, causing Eddie to eventually hang up.

A couple days later he found himself talking to Robin about his conversation, leaving out the part where he cried over the phone; even though he knew that Robin wouldn’t judge him.

“And then we talked for like 4 hours, I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun talking to someone Rob! He’s just so ... .He is just so wonderful.” He said with a certain warmth inside

“ Aughhh, just ask him out already, Dingus!! He likes you, and listen I love you but if I have to go another shift hearing you wax poetry about Eddie I might just have to hit you” Robin huffed before Steve said something that left her holding back laughter.

“Okay, listen I thought about but then I found a flower and did the stupid petal picking things that people do and like I got he loves me not which destroyed the thought on the spot”

“Steve, you’re going to trust a flower over your PLATONIC SOULMATE!!! I can’t believe this” she chuckled. They fought for a bit before getting back to work and finishing their shift off.

Steve had gotten home and had two hours to kill before he had to pick up Dustin and then go to Eddie’s for their movie night. He couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation he had last night with the older boy and found himself sitting in his room writing. Steve liked to write, he knew he wasn’t the best at it and had only shown Robin any of his writing but he liked to do it nonetheless. He took out his notebook and began to write, he did something he hadn’t done in a while, he began to write a song. He wasn’t as good as Eddie when it came to music but soon enough two hours had passed and he had made a pretty decent song and would have worked on it more if he had not seen the time and realized he needed to pick up Dustin.

"OH SHIT"

On the drive over he felt the bloom within him that always came from writing and was thinking about whether he should write in his room more often.

He arrived at Dustin’s 15 minutes later to find him already outside.

“Hey Dusty-” Steve began, as Dustin climbed into his front seat he began to rant

“You’re 5 minutes late Steve and now I’m going to be late. Dude, what could you have been doing that made you late!”

“Listen here, shithead, I was busy and lost track of time okay!? Be grateful that I’m even driving your ass” Steve retorted

“Thank you” Dustin grumbled

“Good, now put your seatbelt on”

“Okay mom” Dustin mumbled under his breath

“What was that? Steve asked

“Hmm nothing” Dustin replied refusing to look at Steve

“That’s what I thought” He said before putting the car in drive and beginning the short drive to the Wheeler’s house

After dropping Dustin off and saying hello to all the other brats, Steve found himself on his way to Eddie’s singing along to the songs on the radio. 5 minutes later he parked his Beemer in front of the Munsons government appointed trailer. It was bigger than their previous trailer however it was still much the same. He knocked on the door and heard Eddie moving around inside.

“Hey there Steve, glad you could make it”

“I know, sorry I’m late, I picked up Dustin a little late and then the brats proceeded to greet and mess with me before letting me leave”

“Ehh, don’t worry about it, I’m just teasing you, come in”

Eddie led him into the trailer and got comfortable on the couch before Steve followed suit. He made sure to put a respectable distance between himself and Eddie not wanting to sit too close to him and be weird.

“So... what are we watching?” Steve asked, Eddie chuckled

“Oh just you wait and see big boy”

He then pressed play on the movie and soon rolled the title screen that read Nightmare on Elm Street

“Come on Eds, HORROR!!” Steve exclaimed

“What's wrong Stevie you get scared easily?” He said teasingly

“No, I’ve just seen and experience enough horror in my life to want to watch movies about it”

“Fair point, but that's what fun, it’s nothing like the real horrors we have seen. Plus if you do get scared you can just hold my hand” Eddie teased.

Steve hoped that he couldn’t see the blush appearing across his face in the dark of the trailer.

“You wish Munson” Steve replied, teasingly

They watched the beginning portion of the movie, chatting here and there before Eddie had gotten up and went to the fridge. He called out to Steve.

“Do you want a beer, Steve?”

“Sure I’ll take one” Steve hoped that the alcohol would take the edge off and allow him to relax around Eddie because he felt like he wanted to explode everytime Eddie leaned into his space to say something.

Eddie returned a moment later and handed a beer to Steve

“Thanks man”

“No problem”

Steve had noticed that when Eddie had sat back down he sat closer to Steve causing their thighs to touch, whether Eddie noticed or not Steve wasn’t going to complain.

Eventually Steve found himself completely pressed to Eddie’s side, enjoying the warmth the the other brought; he hadn’t noticed Eddie’s hand on his shoulder until he began to trace hypnotizing patterns with his thumb. He quickly found himself unable to focus on the movie and only the way Eddie’s thumb would dip ever so slightly under the collar of his shirt grazing the skin underneath. The movie came to a close and Steve would not be able to recall the entire latter half of the movie.

“So, what did you think?” Eddie asked

“Hmm? Oh it was good, kind freaky, reminds me a little bit to much of something we fought though” He replied

Eddie sighed “Well, it is not for everyone, especially those who have fought interdimensional monster several times”

Steve chuckled “I guess so?”

“Do you wanna hang for a bit longer?” Eddie asked sheepishly

Steve took a moment to silently celebrate in his mind before replying

“Yeah, that sounds nice”

They went to Eddie’s room and were goofing off, talking, and overall being stupid. Steve particularly laughed when he found out that Eddie used to play concerts in parking lots before they ever booked an actual gig.

“No, no you don’t understand, haha, we seriously used to do that and one time Hopper busted us setting up and we all had to haul ass back to the van and lug all of our equipment back as fast as we could” Eddie chuckled

Steve loved the sound of Eddie’s laugh; it was like he lit up everything around him with his laughter making the world glow bright. Steve let it fill his mind and he decided to catalog that amongst the summer sprinkler splashed and warm Christmas fireplace ashes he told Eddie about.

“And, haha, and he pulled up to the van and asked us what we were doing at 10 o’clock at night on a Thursday and the only thing Gareth could think of was to shout that we were camping…in the van. Hopper just told us to scram and that he would let us off with a warning. It was the only time we have been saved by Gareth’s absurd answers under pressure” He recalled, laughing throughout the story causing Steve to laugh with him.

They joked for a bit before Steve spoke up

“Hey, Ed’s, thanks for last night I really needed it”

“I already told you it's no problem.” He replied

“I- I know but it still means a lot to me” It was gentle and sincere and the emotion seeped into his voice and for once he allowed it; Eddie gave him the chance to let his guard down.

“Anytime, Anytime” He lightly chuckled with a small smile.

“Did you know that once my parents had ordered me a taxi to a party they were at because they forgot to bring me along when they left” Steve laughed but he could hear the sadness in his voice

“Yeah, yeah, they remembered I existed and thought they needed to show me off so they sent a car to get me. I was I think 7, but hey I guess they thought that a 7 year old was old enough to get into a strangers car by themselves” He released a wet laugh and felt the tears beginning to flow.

“Hell, once I got there. I searched the party, full of better parents than mine, because HEY at least they remembered their kids right!?” The tears were coming down hard, blurring his vision. It was at this point he felt a strong embrace as Eddie pulled him into his chest and held him.

“They wanted to show me off and once another parent asked what I wanted to be I said a musician, my dad laughed it off and said that all kids wanted to be something crazy like that and it wasn’t rare.” He hiccupped and choked through sobs.

“That was the first time my parents had left me alone to go on a trip. My father told me you're on your own kid, don't do something stupid, we will be back in a week, see you then. The funny thing is they weren't back in a week because they had called to let me know they had other stuff to take care of and that they would send money. I felt so alone, I was so alone just as I always have been.”

Even now he still felt that horrible pang in his chest and remembers the pain he felt watching his mom close the door only telling him “goodbye Steven” before she too left him. He had long decided against stopping his tears. He was with Eddie, he was safe, he could cry, he didn’t need to hide not with him; not anymore.

Eddie had stayed silent while Steve talked, just holding him and gently stroking his hair. Steve had fallen silent after a while and was currently just heaving heavy sobs in Eddie’s lap while Eddie whispered to him.

“I know darling, I know, you didn’t deserve that. I won’t let them ever do that to you again, I promise. I got you, I got you. Let it out doll”

Eddie found that even with his red splotchy tear streaked face, Steve was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and would do anything for him.

After a while Steve had relaxed a bit and spoke up

“You know I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this; this life that they wanted me to have and yet they aren’t even here to see what I gave up for them. What I sacrificed to try and be a person they could be proud of. I gave everything for them and they could care less about it.”

Eddie had kept most of his thoughts to himself but could not help saying something.

“I’m proud of you Stevie, I’m proud of the person you are. You are kind and protective, and caring, and, and so loving to everyone. You will put yourself in harm's way if it means someone else is safe. You care so much about the kids and will watch and protect them no matter how annoying they may get. You are one of the most wonderful people I have ever met and my world is better now that I know you, the real you……Steve middle name Harrington, I am so proud of you because you try, no matter what. You’re parents were never deserving of you and the missed out on the greatest opportunity of their life to know you and I feel sorry for them because they are missing out on a pretty great thing”

Tears welled in Steve's eyes and he clung to Eddie as violent sobs rocked his body. He had waited so long to hear those words and hearing it from someone he loved, was in love with. It rocked him in a way he hadn’t seen coming. As he cried he felt Eddie hug him tighter. He felt safe, loved….. tired. So he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift knowing that Eddie would be there to catch him and ground him again.

Part 3

Okay, so I did a mini deep dive into Daisy May and learned she was a character from the Lil’ Abner comic series from the 40’s and 50’s and was hopelessly in love with Lil’ Abner. Listen if that isn’t Eddie I don’t know what is. What’s the point of this? idk however, I found it interesting. Also so much of Eddie's speech is something I wish someone had told me and I legit had to stop writing because it had gotten to me. So much of how I write Steve and Eddie's dynamic is based on personal experience and things I wish I could have so I'm sorry if this is sad as hell. I'm using this as a way of putting positivity into the world not only for myself but for others. Anyways my little rant is over,there is one more part left where we get some good comfort and tender love for my boys.

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ghostampede · 1 year

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super niche one but calling all trigun mcr fans. a trigun danger days au. desert criminals,,,, bright colours,,,, do you see the vision. this is a bit of a longer one so stick through it if you’re intrigued.

vash and nai were “special human experiments” called Plants conducted in secret by Better Living industries, and a scientist named rem saverem was a beautifully kind woman who tried to raise them well and go beyond what she was supposed to, showing immense emotion and compassion which led to her pushing against them more as she had something to care about with also led to her being murdered by higher ups. around the same time a girl who was also a “plant” named tesla was found by the boys and they learned the truth behind the experiments and bl/ind’s goals. having no one on their side anymore and knowing far more than they’d like, the brothers ran away into the zones.

nai was filled with rage and wanted to burn all of BL/ind and battery city to the ground after freeing the other plants and letting the rest die, and wanted vash to join him in this endeavour, but vash remembered rem’s beliefs and that there were people like her who didn’t deserve to die, even more people who were innocently trying to get by, and tried to convince nai to save everyone, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t see eye to eye and eventually vash was the one to leave. from that day onwards they transformed from city boys to Knives Millions, leader of the Gung Ho Guns which were a killjoys faction in the zones, and Scarlet Stampede, a lone wolf killjoy who eventually became part of a group simply called the Outlaws

on the other side of the zones, we have milly and meryl, two ex-insurance workers in battery city who were the perfect citizens on the outside until meryl started seeing things she shouldn’t, especially a conversation between the director and some executioners. she tried to pretend she didn’t see anything but unfortunately she is a shit liar and was sussed out immediately and arrested to be draculoidized in order for the information to stay under wraps. milly thompson, a co worker at the time, was always far too passionate even with the bl/ind mandated pills and was protective of others thanks to her massive family, so she tries to defend meryl when it all goes down but instead is just taken to be “removed” as well. they try to escape but with no weapon against trained and medically enhanced executioners, it’s no use. thankfully, with his radio truck, a cigarette, the strangest ray guns the pair had ever seen, a man named roberto de niro aka Whiskey Atom saved them and took them in as assistant hosts. roberto’s role worked similarly to how dr. death defying’s did, he was a radio host (Outlaw Radio) that sent information out to the zones and helped keep the killjoys everywhere alive. he may have been a hopelessly pessimistic man but he would keep the kids alive if he could hell it. meryl, now Ghost Venom, struggled more with adjusting fully to killjoy living and accepting the reality of battery, but thankfully milly, aka Poison Pudding now, adjusted much faster and helped. milly still missed her family dearly but believed they would all reunite soon enough so she simply held onto her hopes of seeing them again and fought each day for them. they both used the radio show as a distraction from actually talking about their feelings, opting to just talk and report again like roberto did. they meet vash a few times before he officially joins their little reporter crew and thus the Outlaws are born.

then there’s livio and wolfwood. they were orphans who were practically brothers andd were in the seediest of battery city. they were raised to be the perfect assassins and be shovelled into bl/ind’s s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w unit as they aged out of the system. livio managed to escape first but even then he was taken in by knives and stayed with the gung ho guns for survival, becoming Double Fang. wolfwood stayed through the whole program but afterwards still managed to fuck off into the zones anyways, becoming known as Chapel Sniper to killjoys and The Punisher to those who knew his whole story. bl/ind still has the smallest grip on him but he’s running.

knives eventually finds him wandering as a “assistant of the Phoenix Witch” and offers him a job: find the crimson stampede and bring him back to knives. if he does so, the orphanage and all the children in it would be spared when knives blew up the city. if not, well wolfwood got the picture. he already knew how powerful and far along nai had been in his plans but regardless he agreed with no hesitation and made his way over to find the stampede. knives wasnt an idiot though, he also sent a small glitched out robotic cat called Kuroneko he hijacked from battery city and used it to make sure things were going smoothly. he instead started to see that wolfwood was definitely more protective and fond of vash and the outlaws than expected and things were gonna get tricky.

knives had other people to worry about though, namely the other gung ho guns. they were a lot like val velocity’s crew in the killjoy comics except instead of being an annoying pussy bitch, they’re actually competent and have each been personally wronged by both bl/ind and battery city itself to the point that they’re all blinded by revenge. they mostly just believe in knives and his cause, supporting him like he’s the messiah. legato in particular is an interesting case because he is an android. “pornodroid” in battery city, he was treated like garbage despite being fully living and sentient as any other person. nai was doing a personal mission in the city and ended up taking out guards that were really messing up legato, causing the android to develop an extremely intense admiration for the man and follow him around as a “second in command” called Blue Summer. in reality, he was nothing more than a metal puppet on a string, but he didn’t care because of how much he adored knives. on the flip side, midvalley aka Horn Freak was the only member who wasn’t here because knives (or blue summer) had Saved Them, but just because he was. he didn’t even like them very much or believe in their cause, he just played the sax and manipulated the air waves to kill people and that was enough.

last thing to discuss is Zazzie aka the Beast, a small child abandoned outside of of battery city and left to survive on their own. they developed an attachment and connection to the sparse wildlife and became extremely wise and powerful compared to what you’d expect. they started collecting garbage found around the zones and would sell things to strangers on any side of the brewing 3-way conflict between bl/ind, the outlaws, and the gung ho guns. they technically have been hanging out more and more with ghg because of legato and elendira attempting to make deals with them, but they’re still a mostly neutral party.

i am obsessed with all of this and this will be eating away at my brain forever. love the killjoys love trigun this au was too perfect to pass up on. hopefully it was coherent i was very tired writing all this.

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deadly-poets · 8 months

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Baby, I'm Dangerous.

SUMMARY: Don (Y/N) is a well known cartel boss, her connections with Don Eladio became very well visible. She is a close family friend of the Salamanca family ever since she started to do business with Don Eladio, knowing Don Hector and various nieces. Especially the one that stands out the most, Lalo Salamanca, a bastard was his title from the woman. When Lalo comes back from Albuquerque with Nacho to see Don Eladio, he meets (Y/N) once again.

NOTE: This is a one shot! :) I was very much thinking of making this a fic but I'm not sure if others would enjoy it, but if you're interested, I would definitely make it a fic :)) or just one shot request <3. You may request a Don!Reader x Lalo one shots! Or even with other bcs characters :D. This is short because It's late at night and I'm tired 💪. Enjoy tho?

Word Count: 980

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Spanish Google Translate, Slightly OOC Lalo.

PAIRING: Lalo Salamanca X Don!Female!Reader.

✧˖°.(Y/N) FOUND HERSELF NEXT TO DON ELADIO, listening to him talk to Don Juan.

The woman did not seem interested, as they only started to talk about Gustavo Fring, a cartel affiliate of theirs.

What she heard had made a little mistake which made Lalo a little suspicious of the man.

With a big gulp of her drink in her hand, she felt her throat burn at the bittersweet taste of the alcoholic drink in her hand.

She had to drink something to keep herself from falling asleep from all the standing, hoping to god that the day would end faster than it would.

Silence merged between the two men when he heard a familiar voice come into the distance, Lalo Salamanca was greeting the people around him, flirting with every girl in a bikini he saw.

“¡Mira quien es!” (Look who it is!) Don Eladio exclaimed, watching as Lalo approached them.

(Y/N) wasn’t too happy to see Lalo, hell would you expect her to be.

Lalo had his usual shit-eating grin upon his lips, looking at Don Eladio.

“Don Eladio” was the words that escaped his lips, embracing Don Eladio in a hug like two siblings being reunited for a dinner party.

“Sabía que los americanos no podrían retenerte” (I knew the Americans couldn’t hold you) Eladio said as both males let out laughs, (Y/N) sighed, knowing she was going to need to get along with Lalo.

When the Salamanca noticed, he returned the charming smile of his.

“Don (Y/N)! Look at you, all dolled up for me?” Lalo teased, only making the female bite back her tongue from sending death threats to him.

Lalo lets out a chuckle, proud to get this reaction out of her, but he was hoping to get out of more than potential death threats.

Lalo had shaken Don Juan's hand, having a small talk about his arrival back home, thinking that he paid off the gringos to get him back here but Lalo had his ways.

He peeked at the stack of wrapped cash neatly placed on the table. He smacked one of them, feeling the plastic wrap.

“¿Qué es tado esto?”(What’s all this?) Lalo questioned, looking back at Elaido and Juan.

“Es lo que me trajo Bolsa de Fring”(it’s what Bolsa brought me from Fring) Eladio replied, Lalo raised his brows, nodding like he was impressed with what Fring had sent Eladio, Fring's men wrapping the money nicely like that, but Lalo knew his gift was going to be more impressive than Frings.

When the time came, they found themselves walking in front of Eladio’s house to see a brand new red car, it was impressive to see what Lalo had planned for the cartel boss like he was spoiling him with all his money.

(Y/N) watched Eladio trace his fingers across the smooth surface of the red car.

Her (E/C) eyes glazed at the car, It was a nice car indeed, she wouldn’t even imagine giving Eladio this kind of gift like the cartel boss might have deserved.

“Are you jealous?” Lalo queried, trying to examine her facial expressions but they were unreadable.

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” (Y/N) sneered at his question.

“Jealous that I’m not spoiling you like Don Eladio” He smirked, letting those words sink out of his teeth into her mind, Jealousy was not what a feeling that (Y/N) felt at all, she wouldn’t have cared less of what Eladio received.

“Like I need your money, Eduardo” The woman hissed at him, Lalo felt tense hearing her call him ‘Eduardo’ but he seemed to like it.

After what felt like hours, Eladio found the trunk of the car which in this newer car model was on the front of the car.

Eladio called it the 'Frunk', letting out a laugh, he opened it to see a yellow box with a red sparkling now on it.

He lifted the top of the box to see a bunch of cash stacked nicely like he liked it.

(Y/N) hates to admit to these things but she was impressed with this amount of ideal setting for him.

Like Lalo and Gustavo we're having some competition, who was best at giving gifts to Don Eladio.

"You're the man!" Eladio exclaimed in Spanish, pointing at Lalo, only making the cartel man have a smile plastered on his lips at the words that came out of Eladio's mouth.

"Did you hear that? I'm the man" Lalo said to (Y/N), making her chuckle at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in on me, Eduardo" She said, crossing her arms, watching Eladio admire the car and the money in awe.

Lalo knew that she hated when he would rub his victory in her face, that Eladio now would favor him over her.

But he just couldn't help it, teasing the cartel boss was always his skill, and it was fun to piss her off like this.

(Y/N) was a hard woman to please, Lalo knew that from the start, from the very beginning, he fell hard.

He fell in love with a woman who would break his heart to a million pieces, and he LOVED it.

#Spotify #lalo salamanca #x reader #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul #eduardo lalo salamanca #female reader #don eladio #oneshot #bcs #imagine #better call saul oneshot #guys im going insane #help im tired

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mad-hunts · 18 days

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sad headcanon q’s… // 23. does your muse tend to be hard on themselves when they do something wrong?

oh, boy, y'all are REALLY starting off strong with these sad headcanons, huh? 😔 nah... i'm just joking around with you haha. it's more than okay for you to be asking me this question about barton, and i just wanted to say thank you so much for the ask, @cxpperhead!! sooo, trust me when i say that my answer to this is going to be a bit of a complicated one. let me start off by saying that barton doesn't typically agonize over what he does to people on a daily basis because he often lacks the ability to feel guilt + remorse. or, at least, he lacks the ability to feel it on the same level that other people would. this is partially due it being canon in my verse that barton is a person with undiagnosed ASPD ( which is antisocial personality disorder, for short. though i am by no means saying that this excuses his behavior... it's just an explanation for it ) and because he has conditioned himself to not feel bad about it most of the time.

but on account of the fact that sociopaths aren't incapable of feeling emotion as some of the stigma around the disorder might want to lead people to believe, since they have actually been known to experience a broad range of emotions ( albeit they are usually thought of to be quote unquote ' shallow emotions ' ) ... there have been / are times where barton has been considerably hard on himself for thing's that he's done. he quite literally hated himself after he, in his opinion, basically sent julien to his death in order to help the joker out with one of his 'schemes.' like he would just keep on torturing himself with these thoughts of how he should've known better than to trust that man with his son and that, no, this job that they were doing was NOT ' just like any other job. ' he was just being callous at the time and didn't stop to consider the sheer cruelty that the man has within him before it was too late.

and barton felt as if he couldn't live with the pain inside of him after knowingly lying to marceline, his late fiancée, right before she died despite the fact that that was the last good thing he could give to her in his opinion: some peace of mind. and nowadays, sometimes whenever he is acting particularly cruel to his children, it's like this switch inside of him clicks on that makes him think... 'wow, i really just said that to her / him? ' or ' i swore that i would never become like wesley, but i'm acting so much like him right now, ' and barton just kind of feels this profound feeling of ugliness inside of him afterwards that makes him criticize himself to hell. because i feel like if you were to dig inside barton — not literally, but figuratively — you would find that he does in fact have a heart but it's just so cold inside sometimes that it seems like it never generates any warmth.

barton, and you may see this as surprising for reasons that i honestly couldn't blame you for because he is demented and intentionally malevolent to those around him, also questions himself a LOT at night whenever he can't escape from his thoughts. he commits these super heinous crimes on a daily basis, after all, and sometimes it makes him really loathe not having the distraction of noise around him due to the fact that this is the time period in which he will really beat himself up about things. and i mean things not just in relation to the bigger parts to his wrongness but also in response to things like someone else treating him poorly, which he perceives as his fault, because he believes he deserved it. he also wants everything to be perfect even though that's literally an unattainable goal, so whenever he feels like he's failed one of his loved ones or abandoned them / betrayed them, especially for nothing... he has pretty unspeakable thoughts about himself if i'm being honest.

and this may all occur in the midst of him simultaneously feeling this deep emptiness because of just how different his life had turned out to be than what he imagined it as a child. but of course, his bad behavior now can't and shouldn't be excused by his upbringing, because that would imply that he wouldn't have to take responsibility for his actions. which he very much does. i just feel like barton's brain works in such a complex way sometimes, that not even he knows whether he's going to feel bad about something, or not. his sense of guilt is extremely stunted if not almost completely gone and so it's just like... kind of unpredictable, you know? but he knows that some sort of remorse related to whenever he does something wrong / him thinking very bad thoughts about himself will pop up because a part of him desires to not be doing this. and as a result, he kind of secretly craves punishment for everything wrong that he's done.

but anyhow, i hope that this was an insightful answer and that i was able to explain how barton's sense of guilt / remorse surrounding things he's done wrong in a way that makes it a little easier to understand how his brain works. because it honestly is pretty complicated, i'm not gonna lie, and i sometimes feel like i don't know how to articulate it myself even though i'm the one who's writing him (,: so yeah! thanks again for the ask, @cxpperhead!!

#asks.#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#ANGERS HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons.#yeahhh... i'm sorry if this bummed any of y'all out. i just kept on writing once i started because i couldn't stop myself (':#i'll try to post something happier later on today though!!

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fabricated-misslieness · 2 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: dante caruso x gn reader (Cyberpunk 2077)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: beneath dante's tough disposition, there is a man.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 870

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of blood, death, and murder, half-naked man, not sexual just romantic, hint at friends w/ benefits

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i don't have a picture cuz i actually killed him but TRUST this man is fine as hell in red lighting; video for ref

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Militech, even though a corp, does indeed handle some of their employees well, especially those who do their covert stuff; it is preferable, after all, that they do not spill.

Dante counts himself lucky to be an undercover agent of theirs, taking shelter in one of their safehouses, though it seems he's not the only one.

You're there.

Dante believes in coincidences, would rather not believe in fate, but this has to be ordained by whoever put him in Night City.

He's tough, cool, calm and collected. He knows how to speak according to the circumstance, and he'd just spoken straightforwardly according to the situation; he escaped with his life and the goal accomplished, and now he's collecting himself, perhaps staying for the night.

He's tough, cool, calm and collected...and yet his voice breaks as he speaks your name, "(y/n)."

"Dante." You're just about...what are you doing? He's an undercover agent, he should be able to assess the situation, but he can't, not now. Why?

You're just colleagues, have been for the majority of the decade, he trusts you. You've done plenty of jobs together, see each other often at HQ or whatever. Where's the "calm and collected" aspect that's in his resume? "What," He clears his throat, shifts his stance onto one foot, "are you doing here?"

He isn't nervous. He's...what is he?

"Laying low, after that job by the grand mall, you know." He did know, yeah, you told him that. His breaths shorten, and perhaps you can tell, as you begin walking a bit closer to him, concerned? "Something wrong?"

"I..." He just took a life, Bree, he knew her. She deserved it, she was going to leak the corporation's secrets, if he hadn't killed her the corp would've been done for; but no, she didn't deserve it, she was just seeking to publish the truth. No, er, yes, something's wrong. "yea."

His voice is small, he looks defeated, his gaze falls to his shoes. He doesn't handle death as well as you do, and in your books, that's fine. You've held him through this a thousand times before.

"C'mere, cowboy." You wrap your arms around him, let his head fall to your shoulder, let his weight fall on yours.

There are no tears to shed, he's not sad, he's just...he's never had a name for it. Contemplative? He took another life. He knows there isn't fate in the universe, because why would fate have him killing folks?

"It was necessary."

"I know." But he needed you to tell him that anyway.

Beneath Dante's tough disposition, there is a man. The agent knows the work must be done, but the man mourns for the soul that has now left the world, and for the body that will never find the columbarium.

You reach a hand between you two, undoing his bolo tie with experienced fingers, and gathering his necklaces in your hand. He parts his head from your shoulder–doesn't need a command for it anymore–so you may slip the heavy metals off his neck to wherever else, so that he carries one less burden.

His head fall back onto your shoulder while you continue to release him from another burden, his tight black vest. Unbuttoning it comes easy to you. You slip your hands beneath the leather, your hands feeling warmer against his stomach and then his chest with just that one layer less, and slip it off.

When you reach for his belt, he finds the will to raise his head and press his nose against yours gratefully.

You're just coworkers.

"Dante..." Now's not the time. The words in your mind dissipate into nothingness when he kisses you.

Dante kisses you, slow and sweet, and it feels like warm honey. "I know." He replies, pressing another smaller kiss to your jaw, perhaps he missed, but he's satisfied with it as he buries his face, now, against your neck.

"You got blood on your sleeves." It's minimal, won't be noticeable for the trek back home, but it looks like a stain upon the man you know is good.

"It's fine." He declares. He's not got the will to care for it right now.

"You're sweaty."

"That too."

The belt comes off next, with a heavy metallic clack. Then there's the shirt, which you unbutton just as well as the vest. Finally, the pants, with little resistance. You'll let him take off his underwear himself in the bathroom.

You guide him there yourself, unfortunately making him part from your embrace, but he's comforted by the fact that you'll hold him to sleep later, like you always do.

You leave him by the shower–but don't turn it on for him, he's not that helpless–and turn to leave, but he stops you with his voice before you're out the doorway.

"Shower with me?" His face is hopeful, but there's a hint of a smile on his face. He knows you won't say no.

"Yeah, 'course."

He's a corpo hitman, should be used to this, and yet he's not. It's due to the fact you are always there to break the fall, validating his feelings, not letting him deal with it himself; but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: writing for hot as hell side characters of course, the cassel twins too but i aint kidnapped them yet dont talk to me

#dante caruso x gn reader #dante caruso x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x gn reader #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #💞 // darlings #🎫 // dante caruso #🎟️ // cyberpunk 2077 #🌸 // success

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matt0044 · 2 years

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Little Witch Academia isn’t Harry Potter.

That should be obvious but it doesn’t always seem that way for some.

So… I like Little Witch Academia. I like The Owl House. I especially feel that that former deserves a second season. Hint Hint, TRIGGER.

I do not like how they’re being pushed as “Harry Potter Alternatives” or ”I Can’t Believe It’s Not Harry Potter.”

Not one bit. Here’s why:

Little Witch Academia has more in common with ”The Worst Witch” where a plucky young girls learns magic not because of some prophecy but because she wants to.

Atsuko Kagari was not The Boy Who Lived who lived with abusive relatives but a Japanese girl with a good living situation coming over to the UK’s best magic school.

There’s no Dark Lord hunting her down. Most of her adventures revolve around her school life where it’s more of a metaphor for art school with theme of self-expression. Even then, the final battle is more of a race to stop a missile from kicking off World War Three thanks to Croix’s misguidance.

Hell, Diana is less so mean in a cliche school bully sense and merely looks down on her dorkiness. At least compared to Hannah and Barbara whom she’ll call off if they get out of line.

I mean, Lotte does remind me of Ron but only on surface value at that.

Luz Noceda is similarly a far cry from The Boy Who Lived himself. She too is a plucky go-getter that gets in way over her head in the usual hijinks. Unlike Akko, she picks up magic more prodigiously and is very genre-savvy with the type of story she’s in.

Additionally, the settling for the story is never limited to Hexside. Luz’s time there is often small scale compared to her adventures throughout the Boiling Isles. We have episodes about Eda’s curse and family situation. King becomes an author. Amity… well, where do I begin?

Each show may have surface elements likely influenced by Harry Potter or elements it popularized. However, their individual appeal cannot and frankly should never be boiled down to that.

Yeah, it can work partially in recommendations but I’ve met others who felt Akko’s antics dragged down the show. Some felt that the cartoony elements like with Sucy’s dreamscape were just not for them.

Look.

I get it.

J.K. Rowling isn’t just a problematic children’s book author. She is THE quintessential problenatic children’s author. She’s not just a TERF but THE TERF, one who has emboldened many in their irrational hate with her massive platform and clout alone.

Harry Potter is how she got her profit and is still making bank off of it. Just the other day, I rolled into a Barnes & Noble where there was a bold display of everything Harry Potter and the Wizarding World.

I remember promos on Cartoon Network a few months ago on a gameshow themed around Harry Potter for its twentieth anniversary. It’s still going strong even with Fantastic Beasts becoming a clunker.

So one can’t just vote with their wallet or not engage with anything Potter. They see it necessary to discourage anybody showing interest in HP or any fans sticking to their guns for escapism’s sake.

One such way has been to push another show with similar elements to HP and claim that it’s ”better” somehow. Many use awfully superficial points of comparison that don’t say much aside from, “Don’t read the ’TERF books.’”

You know those ”I want a show/character/whatever” posts you don’t much these days if at all? The ones often pertaining to representation of minority groups in media? They’ve gone out of style due to how vague they could be.

Yes, they may be true but they never go over how said elements are handled. A gay protagonist doesn’t hold up to scrutiny if they’re killed out and in a disgraceful manner to boot.

This is the same vibe I get from these recommendations for what they make out as ”Harry Potter Alternatives.” Little Witch Academia has especially been done dirty by this phenomenon.

More so than with Netflix. :P

The Owl House at least has a plethora of video essays and Tumblr posts lauding its praises, diving deep into what makes it special beyond Harry Potter comparisons. LWA, even putting Netflix aside, hasn’t been that fortunate so a lot of ”watch this instead of HP” rhetoric doesn’t sit well with me.

I don’t want to like a show for what it isn’t. I want to like it for what it is. I want to fall in love with Akko with how she breaks the traditions of Luna Nova. I want to see Diana lowering her barriers and totes falling for Akko’s habit of throwing caution to the wind.

I wanna see Amanda sneak into a boys only school and sword fight her way out of a classical witch hunt. I want Sucy’s dreamscape where Studio TRIGGER go full freeaboo with their animation style.

See? Now those are selling points.

I recommend Little Witch Academia not as a Harry Potter substitute like thus is some sort of dietary recommendation. I recommend it for those looking for an Anime that you might’ve enjoyed as a child, being in Netflix’s kids section no less.

It’s got nothing lewd for those burnt out of fanservice. Akko is a charming young lady who every Magical Girl slacker protagonist would admire, voiced brilliantly by Erica Mendez in English (aka Ryuko Matoi) and Megumi Han (aka Gon Freecs).

The animation is among Trigger’s best with some very experimental episodes if you know Yoh Yoshinari’s work. Look up: Akko's Adventure in Sucyworld for just a taste of how wonderfully weird it can be.

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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For the caretaker game! I'm curious as to how Jolene would respond to/caretaker Reigns! Shadow demon whumpee that tried to escape Hell, and as punishment was made to live and work in the lab as just another experiment/collateral damage/spare parts (for lack of better wording). And also as a *very* reluctant whumper/carewhumper to other experiments. He wants to help people, but has a hard time with it. He's very sweet and gentle, but believes he is cruel/deserving of punishment. Very skittish, but absolutely lives to be helpful and "good".

OOOOOHHH!!!

First and foremost, she’s as gentle as she can be with him. Assuming he has no current wounds, she would try to get him to rest first. She has plenty of guest bedrooms that she’ll gladly lend to him but if he doesn’t want any of them then she’ll let him rest on the couch. Ideally she’d like for him to get used to the idea of having a room for himself, a room that he can escape to when things get too much or he’s scared.

Upon seeing how much he wants to help, she’ll start him with small tasks; stacking the table coasters, putting away forks, spoons, and butter knifes (She’ll put away the sharp knifes at first just to be safe), handing her laundry to fold (and letting him fold if he wants). Specifically tasks that if something is dropped it won’t break and if they do they’re fixable or replaceable.

She’d reassure him whenever something is dropped or broken, giving him space and a path to go the couch or the room he’s picked. She’ll gladly take over finishing the task for him. She’d ask him to accompany her when she’s taking care of the foster horses, showing him how to pet them and feed them. She lets him know if he wants he can help but there’s no obligation, especially considering some of the horses spook easy. If the horses are too intimidating at first, well. She might try to surprise him with some baby chicks.

Introduce him on how to take care of them, let him know that some are his responsibility. Some are still hers, so if he needs help it wont feel like she’d be going out of her way since she’d be taking care of her own chicks anyway.

She would try to avoid asking him to go with her when she needed to go repair something on the ranch, worrying that it somehow might remind him of being in the lab and collateral damage does sometime happen with attempted repairs and she’d hate for that to happen with Reigns around.

She’d also avoid asking him to get something for her from the shed as there’s a lot of old work tools and equipment in the shed, and while she may not know a lot about labs and especially the one he was in, she knows very few things. Like how a saw for wood might remind someone of a bone saw.

Her over all method is gentle and soft, slowly building up his responsibility on the ranch and around the house to build up his confidence but letting him know that she’s almost always there to help and there’s no shame in asking. If something is broken or damaged, it will be fixed or replaced without using him or parts of him to fix it. Trying to silently let him know that he’s allowed to take up space, if not important that he does.

She’s probably try to reinforce the idea that everyone messes up and doesn’t deserve to be hurt for messing up. I imagine one example she did was she ‘accidentally’ broke one of her old mugs while putting other dishes away, making sure he’s out of the area of possible injury before cleaning it up and asking him to write down for her to get a new mug on the shopping list. If it’s a bit further into the time she’d been taking care of him, she’d probably ask him to write down two mugs before getting one out and handing it to him, essentially asking him to break it as well. To allow himself to make a mess.

#I really went off on this one jhgdfhgfdjkghdskfj #owe answers #thebluejaysworld #thebluejayswhump #reigns tag #jolene tag #whump games #caretaker game #overall her end goal would be to get him ok enough with being on his own. (specifically for when she runs errands or goes to church #and end end goal. okay enough for him to potentionally get a place of his own)#I hope this is alright! :D #whump #whump tag

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Rocket It Off by occupyswift

Rating: Mature

Chapter: 9/???

Summary:

Taylor Swift and Elon Musk appeared on a livestream for charity. But instead of presenting a united front, they began insulting each other. As the insults got more cringe-worthy, a shipping war broke out in the comments. To distract from the arguing, they decided to play Minecraft, but a random player came and tried to destroy their creations. Despite this setback, Taylor and Elon persevered, proving that even a billionaire and a popstar can put their differences aside and work together for a good cause.

Chapter 9

Elon took the phone from Taylor's hand and held it up to his ear, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hello? This is Elon Musk speaking," he said, his voice exuding an air of playful confidence.

On the other end of the line, Tree Paine, Taylor's manager, was seething with anger. "Elon Musk, what the hell is going on? I've been getting bombarded with messages and calls about you and Taylor! Escaping from the restaurant? You both know how crucial Taylor's image is!"

Elon chuckled lightly, completely unfazed by Tree's fury. "Hey, Tree, calm down. Sure, Taylor's image is important, but we're all human here. We were just blowing off some steam, having a little fun. Nothing to worry about."

"Fun? Are you kidding me, Elon? You're jeopardizing Taylor's reputation! This is not what we discussed, not what we agreed upon!" Tree's voice crackled with frustration.

"No worries, I will take good care of her. We're just two individuals enjoying each other's company. People love a bit of scandal, don't they?" Elon retorted, clearly relishing in the chaos he had stirred up.

Taylor, feeling overwhelmed by the situation, looked at Elon with a mix of concern and gratitude. Although she knew the potential consequences, there was a part of her that felt liberated in the presence of someone who didn't conform to societal norms.

He continued his conversation with Tree, his tone still laced with playful defiance. "Look, Tree, I know this might be hard for you to digest, but sometimes people need to see the real side of celebrities. Let them see Taylor for who she truly is, beyond the carefully constructed image."

Tree sighed, her anger mingling with resignation. "Understand this, if this blows up in our faces, it'll be on both of you. Taylor's career is at stake here."

Elon nodded, a touch of sincerity creeping into his voice. "I get it, Tree. I promise you, I won't let anything happen to Taylor. She's my friend now."

As he hung up the phone, Elon turned to Taylor, a reassuring smile on his face. "Don't worry, darling. We'll deal with the consequences, whatever they may be. Sometimes, taking a risk is worth it, especially when it comes to true connection."

He placed a comforting hand on Taylor's shoulder as she let out a heavy sigh. Her eyes glistened with a mixture of emotions—weariness, vulnerability, and a flicker of determination. "I love what I do, Elon. I love touching people's hearts through my music, creating connections. But sometimes, the price I pay for it feels overwhelming."

He listened attentively, his gaze filled with empathy. "I understand. Fame comes with its own set of challenges. The constant scrutiny, the invasive paparazzi, the judgments—it can be suffocating at times."

She nodded, her voice tinged with both frustration and longing. "Exactly. I just want to be able to live my life authentically, without feeling like every move I make is being analyzed and dissected. To have the freedom to be myself without fear of consequences."

Elon pulled her into a gentle embrace, offering her a moment of solace amidst the chaos. "You deserve that kind of freedom, Taylor. You're an incredible artist, but remember, you're also a human being. Allow yourself moments of vulnerability, of stepping away from the carefully constructed façade of stardom."

Taylor's arms instinctively wrapped around Elon as she rested her head against his chest. "Thank you, Elon. It's comforting to have someone who understands, someone who sees beyond the surface. I don't want to lose sight of who I am amidst all the noise."

His voice, filled with genuine sincerity, whispered soothingly in her ear. "Never lose sight of that, Taylor. Embrace your authenticity, let your art be a reflection of your true self. And I'll be here, supporting you every step of the way."

Elon looked at Taylor with a playful twinkle in his eyes, his voice filled with a touch of self-deprecating humor. "You know, even I have moments where I feel overwhelmed. Remember when my rockets didn't quite reach their intended targets? Talk about feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Taylor couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully, a mischievous grin forming on her lips. "Oh, poor you. Your rockets didn't work? That must have been devastating! I can just imagine you out there, trying to get to space, and then poof, nothing happens." She punctuated her words with an exaggerated flick of her wrist.

He feigned offense, pretending to clutch his heart dramatically. "Ouch, Taylor, that burn! I see how it is. But hey, at least I can say I didn't let failure stop me. I kept pushing forward, and look where it got me."

Taylor chuckled, the warmth of their banter lifting some of the weight off her shoulders. "You're right, Elon. Failure is just a stepping stone. And hey, we all have our moments of chaos and uncertainty. It's what makes life interesting."

Elon leaned closer, an impish glint in his eyes. "Indeed. Without those unpredictable moments, life would be pretty dull. So, let's embrace the madness, laugh in the face of stress, and keep living life on our own terms."

Taylor looked at Elon, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Listen, have you ever felt like giving up on this whole crazy life and just opting for a 'normal' one? I mean, you must have days where you question it all, right?"

Elon leaned back, his expression thoughtful yet resolute. "Honestly, Taylor, I've had my fair share of tough moments. But giving up? Nah, that's not really in my vocabulary. I'm more of a 'keep pushing forward, no matter what' kind of guy."

Rolling her eyes playfully, Taylor couldn't resist making a witty jab. "Of course you are, Mr. 'Sending Cars to Space' and 'Creating Neuralink.' Giving up is probably too tame for you. I bet you'd rather build an entire civilization on Mars than settle for a normal life."

Elon chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her teasing. "Well, when you put it that way, maybe I would. Mars does sound intriguing, after all. But hey, it's all about pushing the boundaries, exploring what's possible. And besides, normalcy can be overrated, don't you think?"

Taylor took a long drag from the joint, the smoke curling around her as she exhaled. "You know, Elon," she said between giggles, "sometimes I envy those people with 9-to-5 jobs, going to the same office every day, living in a cozy little house with a white picket fence. It's like they have this simplicity and stability that I often crave."

Elon's eyes twinkled mischievously as he passed the joint back to her. "I get what you mean." he replied, leaning back. "But here's the thing – normal is overrated. We're destined for something much grander, beyond the boundaries of what society deems 'normal.' We're here to change the world, to leave a mark that'll be talked about for generations to come."

Taylor nodded, a hint of longing in her eyes. "I know... I love what I do and the impact I can have, but sometimes it gets overwhelming. The constant scrutiny, the never-ending pressure to be perfect, it can eat away at you."

Elon reached out and gently placed a hand on hers. "I understand, Taylor," he said softly. "But remember, within the chaos lies the beauty. It's in those moments when we question everything, when we second-guess ourselves, that we find our true strength. The key is not to give up on your dreams but to find that delicate balance between your artistry and the life you desire."

They sat in silence for a while, gazing out at the city lights twinkling below. The weight of the world seemed to momentarily lift off their shoulders as they soaked in the tranquility of the moment.

“Maybe I could… Make you an offer.” Elon leaned back, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean below. Taylor's curiosity grew, and she turned her attention fully to him, eager to hear what he had to say.

"What kind of offer?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Elon's eyes gleamed with a sense of mischief as he began to explain. "You know, Taylor, our lives are consumed by chaos, always chasing after the next big thing. But sometimes, what we truly need is to step back and find solace in the simplicity of nature."

Taylor nodded, captivated by his words. She yearned for a moment of respite, a break from the whirlwind of her fast-paced life.

#ao3 author #ao3 writer #why ppl on xwitter are so mad over this when it's clearly not that deep lol #fanfic authors #alternate universe #shitpost #enemies to friends to lovers #elon musk #fanfic writing #my fic #i was drunk when i wrote this #fanfic rec #fanfiction #fanfic

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curlysgirl0202 · 6 months

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Short Story (WIP)

Reader Challenges Johnny Ringo's Religious Beliefs...

***(this story in no way promotes any specific religion or denomination. The religion presented is based on Ringo's upbringing)***

TITLE:

RINGO'S DUEL WITH RELIGION

*One thing we know for sure about Johnny Ringo is that his upbringing included a very strict set of religious beliefs. While attending church every Sunday or participating in religion based classes after school a few days a week, Ringo learned several things. And those beliefs molded his perception and perspective throughout his life.

1. He was born a sinner

2. God punishes men with hardened hearts

3. No one can escape God's wrath

4. Hell is awaiting him

5. God showed His power through cruelty in Johnny's life; the sudden loss of his father, the war taking everything and how he was forced out of college to fight against Yankee oppression. In addition, Johnny Ringo desperately wants to be loved and because he feels so much guilt and shame for his past, he feels he doesn't deserve such wonders.

6. It's too late for him. Abandon All Hope has become his mantra.

You yourself struggled with your own spiritual beliefs and your relationship with God. However, because you view the world through a different lens than Johnny, your perspective is different; you approach the Bible analytically first and that fascinates Ringo in ways he couldn't imagine.

So... you begin by asking questions.

1. "Johnny, do you believe it when Jesus says he died for you?"

Ringo's response may include, "some people don't matter as much as others." Or he might tell you, "It's far too late. My heart is too hard."

Your response:

"Johnny, if you believe God hardens hearts because that statement is written in the Bible, why wouldn't you believe that you're loved? That's written in the Bible too!"

At this point, Johnny may grow silent, reflecting on your words. Words no pastor or reverend ever uttered to him. They were too busy condemning him for being a sinner and how needed to repent.

When he finally answers:

"I guess I wasn't thinking about love. My mother always told me that God poured plagues against Egypt because Pharaoh's heart was so hard and that God will punish hardened hearts. She feared my heart would become hard, I guess. Maybe she saw in me what I was destined to become; a man who would ride with Charlie Quantrill and Bloody Bill Anderson. Their hearts were so stone cold, they killed hundreds of Jayhawks. I know because I was there. Maybe my mother saw me that way."

Your response:

"Sounds like your mother really cared! She did the best she could with what she had."

Ringo may not say anything for several minutes. His perception became solidified after he began riding with the Youngers, participating in guerilla raids, including the raid in Lars, Kansas, led by Quantrill and Jesse James. Killing became a way of life for Ringo and he shot so many, he stopped believing Heaven would ever accept him. Your kind words wash over him and he feels like he's slipping into a warm bath of safety.

Ringo's response:

"I never thought of it like that. I always hated the idea of disappointing her. Especially since she had to raise us alone. Even when my father was alive, he drank too much. He wasn't a good businessman either. My mother always held her head though. She had good reason. She didn't let her tragedies deaden her faith or harden her heart."

Your response:

"She was probably more disappointed in herself than in you, Johnny."

Ringo will look up quickly and when he sees your bright eyes and warm, welcoming smile, don't be surprised if he falls into your arms or pulls you into his.

Ringo's response:

"Can't be. I'm her son. How could she feel that way? I'm supposed to honor my mother and father. If she was disappointed, isn't it because of me?"

Your response:

"No, Johnny," you whisper, brushing his hair behind his ear. "She felt that way long before you took your first step. Upset with herself that your father, the man she chose couldn't provide for you. I'm sure she had great dreams for you. Dreams that her husband, your father stood in the way of because he couldn't give the family what they needed." You look away for a moment and Johnny takes your face so he can look into your eyes. He smiles sincerely, his mind mulling over everything you just said.

Ringo's response:

"I always thought I was the reason for her sadness. Before my father died, things were different; at least it felt like a family. I never thought I would become anything but a farmer. My mother loved my father very much. She was never the same. None of us were. There was just an emptiness I couldn't seem to fill. But what you're saying actually does make sense. Thank you."

QUESTION 2

2. "Do you believe your sins have been forgiven, Johnny?"

Ringo's response:

"No...I believe I am beyond forgiving at this point. You don't know what I've done. Thank God my mother died before she ever found out."

Your response:

"Interesting, Johnny. You seem to really cherry pick the scriptures to fit your narrative. You believe certain things but not others and both statements have been written by the same God according to your faith."

Ringo's response:

This one would make his head swim because this is something he hasn't thought of either. Yes, God talked about hardening hearts. But you're right, God also talked about love and forgiveness. He knows at this moment that he needs to change his thinking. God forgives. If his pastors weren't so preoccupied with scaring everyone with how the horrors await all those who sin. He takes off his hat and looks intently at you. He holds your chin with his hand. He chuckles to your surprise. And to his own.

QUESTION 3.

3. "Do you believe you will go to Heaven?"

Ringo's response:

"No. Heaven isn't meant for men like me. It's meant for good men without the history of violence I have. I wish I could say yes, but I've abandoned all hope at this point."

Your response:

"That's a weird answer, Johnny. I can name at least a dozen people in the Bible who did awful things; Moses, Samson, Isaac. Not to mention Paul! If anyone seemed unredeemable... Peter denied God. All Jesus' friends abandoned him in his hour of need and his love for them didn't seem to change. Why would it be any different for you?"

Ringo's response:

"What are you saying? We didn't talk about the new testament as much, I guess. Focused on Exodus 20. The prophets, the plagues, Jesus dying because God can't dwell with us. When he did talk about the new, pastor tended to focus on Judas and everything Jesus said about darkness. Then I read Paradise Lost. It seemed so fitting that I was destined for hell. Every time I did anything wrong, I could hear their voices condemning me. I always felt unredeemable."

Your response:

"Have you read any of the Psalms or about God's unfailing love for you? Doesn't God say you can hide yourself in his love? Johnny, you're thinking that God sees you the same way the world sees you and that he'll treat you the same way the world treats you. According to the God you worship, you're more than redeemable. You're loved. And very much so."

Ringo's response:

At this point, the Shakespearean quoting gunfighter is speechless. Even Byron wouldn't have the words to describe what he's feeling. To entertain the idea that he's lovable to anyone but prostitutes and siblings is one that never entered his mind. His entire life he felt like a disappointment....a sinful, a fool kid who thought he could be something one day. To even think he could compete with the men of the community he grew up in seemed a distant dream. He would always work on a farm and work his hands to the bone, praying God would send the right weather. Then he would go into town to sell what he managed to harvest and see himself in the older farmers who limped into the general store. Their wives trailing behind, their faces puffed up, their hair dry and lifeless and a sadness that showed on every wrinkle. Ringo feared his destiny involved such a pathetic state.

Additional response:

"Again. Things and ideas I never thought of."

We must remember the only beings in the world who showed Ringo kindness were women. Your kindness, love mixed with your beauty fills up his soul. He can't help but be completely inspired by you, eager to journal and to reflect on what you told him.

STATEMENTS TO CHALLENGE RINGO'S BELIEFS:

1. "Jesus spent all his time with the lepers, prostitutes, tax collectors and criminals because he knew they needed him more than the righteous did."

2. "Jesus bridged the gap between us and God "

Before the war hit, Johnny could remember feeling that he wanted more. He wanted to be a doctor and a healer and ended up a killer, stage coach robber and a rustler. The opposite of everything he dreamed of. His first kill didn't come until the war hit and Johnny wanted to help the Youngers fight off the Yankees so they wouldn't burn the plantation. Cole Younger's mother was forced to set fire to her own house and Frank and Jesse James' mother had her arm blown off by Pinkerton's. Not to mention the time Ringo was tied to a post and whipped. Then the Yankees got to his mother before he could. The rage boiled over, almost instantaneously turning him into a monster who would kill anyone associated with Yankee oppression. Then he met Curly Bill on a drive with the Double G and he knew he'd be destined to ride with the loud rustler who also rose with the Clanton's.

To be Continued...

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moochipeachey · 9 months

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Dear Diary,

I’m officially ungrounded!!! So much for being grounded "for life". My dad held strong for a good 3 months before deciding my mom was being a tyrant. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. Soooooo I was a little dishonest in my last post. I shared a lot more than just a kiss with Eric. What can I say? Cocktails and hormones. Truthfully, I just needed a distraction & Eric was eager to supply that.

When Eric left the next morning he had the unfortunate pleasure of running into the devil my mother 👿. She ripped me a new one when she came home from church. Lord only knows what she had to say to Eric. "Do you have to sl*t yourself out to every boy that looks in your direction?" Look, I know I had a boy in my room, and, yes he did end up spending the night, and we messed around…Okay this sounds soooo bad when I write it down and actually self reflect. She may have ate that *one* little thing. ANYWAY. Moving on. Since I’ve been set free a lot has happened…

Your girl is officially a Copperdale Womp Womp (please, don’t ask). The girls have been so nice and accommodating, especially with me missing out on crucial team bonding/basic high school socialization. I’ve gotten especially close to this girl named, Noemie.

We legit talk on the phone or face time every night, and no one knows how to find the best pieces at ThrifTea like she does. She’s my sister from another mister. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Noemie, I don’t think I would’ve survived Copperdale. As soon as I made the cheer team Noemie added me to a group chat, #ThotsAndJocks, consisting of mostly cheerleaders and football players w/ a few other people scattered in. She made sure I was still invited to parties, included me in discussions, and put my name out there. Don’t get me wrong everyone else is cool, but Noemie is my person. Well, almost everyone is cool. There’s this boy…

Matthew Felix. The hottest guy in the school. And also the biggest douche in the school. Who just happens to be Eric's best friend. From the moment I stepped foot on campus, he decided that his life's mission was to make mine a living hell.

I have no clue what the Creator was thinking when they decided to put us in homeroom together, but I hope they've been enjoying the show. Everyday I wake up and wonder what issue Matthew will find with me, and trust me when I say it's something new each day. The first time I met him, he thought pulling my chair from under me was a proper introduction. And that I obviously deserved it because "everyone knows he sits next to Eric". As if it wasn't my first week! He's "accidentally" thrown a football at my head during practice on more than one occasion. I get anxious anytime I have to use my locker because I don't know if it's going to be full of packing peanuts, marbles, confetti, you name it. Every time he flashes that stupid f*cking smirk I just want to smack it right off his silly little face. He knows exactly how to push my buttons and I fall for it every time. I know I shouldn't let it get to me but.....

Sometimes, on those ultra rare occasions, he's actually capable of being a decent human being.... And no matter how much he annoys me, I can't deny that there's something about him that draws me in, like this magnetic pull that I can't escape. I wish I could make sense of all these feelings, or at least ignore them altogether, truth be told I know I should stay away from him considering my situationship with Eric. That's easier said than done. Maybe if I stop giving him the satisfaction of knowing he gets under my skin, I'll be taken off his radar. Even though I'll never admit it outside of the confines of this diary ..... I really don't want that to happen. I'm almost late for cheer Until next time diary, XOXO Naomi ♡

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polaroid | matt murdock x reader | one-shot

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Summary: It's Matt's birthday, and you've got a special present to give: a wall of Polaroids specially made for him.

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting, super cute fluff 💖

Foggy was the first to speak as the four of you stumbled out of Josie’s, dishevelled as all hell but still riding the night’s high. He raised an invisible glass towards Matt.

“To the birthday boy, may you get laid and arrive to work hangover-free.”

You blushed, feeling the alcohol coursing through your veins as Matt laughed, clinking his invisible glass against Foggy’s. The atmosphere was none other than joyous, and Matt deserved nothing less, especially on his birthday. You celebrated it his favourite way: drinks and pool at Josie’s with your best friends. Watching Matt enjoy himself and the way his smile lines crinkled every time one of you made a joke was the highlight of your night. It wasn’t often that you saw this side of Matt; one that was so carefree.

Amongst the waves of loud rock music that filtered out of Josie’s, a loud text-tone interrupted the conversation, prompting Foggy to whip out his phone. He stiffened, smiling coyly from ear-to-ear.

“Looks like that’s my cue to do the same thing!” he announced, straightening his suit jacket.

The tips of Foggy’s ears turned pink as he ogled at his phone, eyes flitting up and down.

You whispered in Karen’s ear. “10 bucks that’s a nude.”

“Marci?” Matt called out as Foggy turned around, speed-walking away.

Speed-walking turned to running as Foggy checked his phone again, holding his thumb up in the air to confirm.

It was great, seeing Foggy like that. Marci brought out the best in him; something you all appreciated. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as Karen cleared her throat, shaking her head at Foggy’s departure.

“Well, I better leave you two to it,” she said, pulling you in for a hug goodbye. She turned to Matt, kissing him on the cheek as she wished him a happy birthday.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Karen tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Bright and early,” Matt smiled.

She embraced you once more, reminding you of your lunch plans, before hailing a cab.

Grabbing Matt’s waist for stability, you pinched his cheek as you started your walk home.

“How was that for a birthday, my love?” you asked, beaming up at him.

“Really great,” he breathed, his shoulders relaxing. Adoration soared through your body. The feeling you got from making Matt happy, and seeing him light up was... euphoric.

“Thank you so much for planning this. I haven’t felt this way in…,” Matt paused, tilting his chin upwards. “A long time.”

Your heart ached at his words. Between a tough case at work and his Daredevil duties threatening to expose his true identity, you knew how difficult the last few months had been for him. That’s why tonight was so, utterly important.

Your words made Matt’s eyebrows raise, a faint smile melting across his lips. “Don’t thank me just yet, Matty. I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

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Your hands trembled as you unlocked the door to you and Matt’s apartment, nervously questioning if your gift was a good idea. It was comforting at least that Foggy and Karen seemed to think so.

Sensing your internal turmoil, Matt placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to press his lips on your temple. “S’everything okay, sweetheart?”

Taking his hand, you squeezed it in reassurance, guiding him inside to the wall next to the living room, where the loft overlooked ahead.

You stopped in front of the wall, placing your hand on the small of Matt’s back.

“Right ahead of you,” you murmured, the butterflies in your stomach building to a crescendo.

“What am I looking at?” he asked, ear leaning towards the wall.

“Um, well, I wanted to do something special for you,” you fidgeted with your hands, “Hopefully something that no one else has done for you before."

You took a deep, shaky breath. "There are 30 Polaroid photos in front of you, each one a different memory of you, me, Karen and Foggy.”

Matt opened his mouth to speak. “But–”

You continued, guiding Matt closer to the wall, reaching for his hand. “Each Polaroid was printed with a Braille overlay, so you’ll know exactly what's happening in every one.”

Matt’s finger made contact with the first photo, gliding over the raised dots. First day as Nelson and Murdock, it read.

He exhaled sharply, the noise so soft you would’ve missed it if you weren’t looking at him.

He moved to the next photo. Our picnic at Central Park.

And to the next. Pool tournament at Josie’s.

A watery smile grew on Matt’s face as he looked down, shoulders slumping. He held a fist up to his mouth, stifling a sob.

Oh no. You stepped in front of him, one hand cupping his jaw. “Matt, I’m so sorry, I’ll take it down–”

He looked up at you, tears streaking his face, but his smile larger than ever. “You did this for me?”

You wiped at his eyes as he placed his glasses in his jacket pocket, laughing softly as your hands rested on his chest. “Yes, Matt, all of this is for you.”

He stepped forward, enveloping you with his arms, another choked sob sending vibrations through your body. “No one’s ever done that for me before. I’ve never–”

You curled your fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer, overwhelmed by the relief and joy in your heart at Matt’s reaction.

He laughed as the tears continued to spill, moving his hands over the next photo. Scaring Foggy on Halloween.

Matt’s happiness was infectious, a simple reminder of why you loved him. You reached for your camera, setting it up to take a photo of you both by the Polaroid wall. “Can I take a picture of us now?”

Matt wiped his face with his sleeve, his smile as radiant as the full moon outside. Your eyes softened at the sight of him; he looked as if all the weight of his double-life had finally been shed. “Of course.”

“How should I describe it in Braille?” you asked, getting ready to take the photo.

“Best birthday ever,” he grinned.

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Thank you to everyone who has and continues to interact with my work; all you do is so, so, so appreciated, more than you could ever realise!

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caitimetravels · 3 years

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she's insignificant

chapter 5: he should have stayed on that moon

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of blood

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"there you are!" allison ran up behind luther in the hallway. "i've been looking everywhere for you"

"what are you still doing here? i thought you were gone" he turned to look at her in surprise.

"no, i was gonna go and then pogo showed me this-" she tried to explain what she had found but luther cut her off with a shake of his head.

"well, listen.. i was wrong about dad's death"

"what?"

"yeah, i was wrong about y/n, you know, to accuse my own sister of that- it's just-"

"no, no, i get it-"

"seeing all of you and being back here. i-i should be the one who's trying to bring us all back together not tear us apart-"

"would you shut up?"

"what?"

"you were right. about dad. come on, i gotta show you something"

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"i can't" eight didn't like crying, especially not in front of her father. he was always cruel, no matter how much the children pleaded and sobbed. she crumpled to the floor, exhausted. she hated training alone, she wanted to train with her siblings outside in the snow, it looked like more fun than this was.

"you are weak, number eight! we will continue until you can get it right" reginald glared down at her. "again!"

she pushed herself up, wobbling. she weakly pushed herself again, trying to make something, anything happen. she squeezed her eyes shut, hands forming fists as she thought hard about what her father wanted. she didn't even know what she was expected to do. to no surprise, nothing happened. reginald sighed heavily, disappointed. he pulled a watch from his pocket before staring down at her as she fell to her knees again.

"you are dismissed, dinner will be in 20 minutes" and she was left alone. reginald disappeared into his office once again. she lay on the floor for a moment, heaving for breath. they had been training for hours, pushing her past her limits. grace and pogo lead her siblings, minus vanya, in through the doors. not wanting them to see her like that she gripped the table behind her, pulling herself up and leaning against it.

"y/n?" ben frowned, stepping over. the others look at her in shock. she shook him off, grumbling about how she was 'fine'. he watched her stumble up the stairs, cringing in pain. her siblings all shared a saddened look.

when they did rush down for dinner, y/n slumped into her chair, dark bags under her eyes. she barely touched her food, pushing it around her plate.

"number eight!" the next thing she knew five was holding her head up and her father was yelling at her. he degraded her, insulted her but she didn't hear a thing. five slowly let go of her, watching her carefully before turning away, back to his meal.

she sat up straighter and actually started to eat the food on her plate, after all, she must train on a full stomach.

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y/n and five walked up the stairs of the mansion, feet dragging heavily. as they stepped up they were met with luther and allison.

"five? y/n? what the hell happened to you?" both stayed silent. y/n stared at her feet in a sort of daze. everything was still kind of confusing.

"are you okay?" luther reached out to five, "can we help?" the said boy took him by surprise, hand snapping up and grabbing his fist.

"there's nothing you can do" he spat before his expression saddened, "there's nothing any of you can do.."

y/n looked up, watching as he went. she frowned.

"you alright?" she stared at luther for a moment, grimacing as she remembered what they had last talked about. she kept her mouth shut, brushing past him to her room.

"y/n, wait-"

"just fuck off, luther" she snapped before he could say anything. he should have stayed on that moon.

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"number eight" the remaining five siblings with powers stood in a line. it had been a couple weeks since ben's death now. reginald stood in front of them. they had all been told today's training would be different. "step forwards" she did as she was told, standing in front of the others. "you will be using your powers on your siblings today"

her head snapped up at that as did the others. she had never used her powers on them before and they knew what she could do to others. he sent the others all around the house. she was told to find them, sensing where they were with a blindfold on, almost like hide and seek without any of the fun. it was when she had found them all for the seventh time that she sensed something else.

"there are five people in line" she stated, "vanya?"

"wrong" she heard her father scold. "there are only four"

"there's a fifth, i can sense it" she frowned, pulling her blindfold off to see only her four siblings. they all looked confused. "klaus.. is there a ghost? it.. it feels like ben"

"no" he answered far too quickly. ben turned on him from beside him,

"what? klaus! i am here! tell her i'm here!"

"no, he's not"

"klaus! what the hell?! you're so selfish! i am here!" but of course, she never knew that..

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"come on, luther, i have to show you" allison tried to pull him away but he continued to stare at where y/n had told him to 'fuck off'. he felt.. guilty.

"but.. what about y/n?" he looked at her. he hated that he upset her, he hated that he had accused her without any actual evidence. she was only a child, just like diego said.

"she's angry, let her cool off. you should apologise but not right now, give her some time" allison offered a soft smile, "that's all she needs, some time. now, come on, this is important"

"i just.. i feel guilty" luther frowned as they walked towards their father's room filled with cameras. "i shouldn't have assumed-"

"she'll understand" allison reassured with a smile.

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y/n sat in her corner of the library, reading alone. she was calm, it was her safe place, nobody could bother her here. no training, no arguments, just peace.

"eight.." she looked up from her book at her brother's voice. five.

"what's wrong?" she shuffled over, eyebrows furrowing at the look on his face. he was worried, something five wasn't usually.. or at least he never showed it.

"i.. i want to time travel" he begun softly, taking a seat beside her. she frowned, why was he telling her? "i want to try but dad refused to teach me"

she froze, "you're going to try anyway" she realised. he nodded, now looking up at her.

"i know you think i hate you but i don't" he slowly begun, thinking of the words he was trying to say. "i'm telling you because i think you're the most trustworthy.. and i.." he paused, unsure of how to say what he wanted to. "i think you're the strongest, eight, no matter what our siblings may say"

"five.." she grimaced, "i know we don't talk much but i'll support you if anything happens"

"i do want to talk to you more" he sighed, ashamed for having obeyed his father's stupid rules. "but-"

"no, no. it's not your fault" y/n shook her head. "it's hard to go against him, i understand"

"you're too kind.. you shouldn't forgive people so easily, they'll take advantage of you" five frowned and she laughed.

"i thought i was the strongest, huh?" she nudged his shoulder with her own, finally getting a small smile.

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"let me do that" y/n pulled a chair beside five, gently pulling the needle and thread out of his hand. he frowned but let her anyways. "you're antsy" she pointed out, eyeing his bouncing knee. "going somewhere in a rush?"

"i need to go back" he stared out the door, ready to rush out. "i need to find whoever this eye belongs to so that i can stop the apocalypse"

"i know" y/n nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she finished stitching him up. she gently used a cloth to wipe the blood off his arm before placing a bandaid over it. five stood, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it up.

"can i come?" she watched him stuff dolores into the duffle bag and swing it onto his back.

"no" he barely spared her a glance as he moved towards the window. he climbed out.

"what? why not? come on, five" she leaned out the window, watching him begin to climb down the fire escape.

"i need to do this, y/n, it's important" he looked up at her now. "just wait for me here, i'll come back, okay?"

albeit hurt she nodded, she needed to be understanding. she frowned, moving away from the window, hoping to find something else to do. instead as she walked out of the room she noticed luther.

she quickly moved towards her room, hoping he wouldn't see her. she couldn't deal with anymore fighting right now. to her misfortune he did notice her, following her to her room. she swiftly locked the door as she ducked inside.

"hey.. y/n?" luther stood outside her locked door, hand giving a single knock.

"what do you want?" she hissed back, refusing to open it for him. she didn't need anymore of his accusations.

"i'm.. i'm sorry for accusing you" luther sighed. he had to get this over with, she deserved an apology. "it was wrong and i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that"

he heard her cautious footsteps as she made her way to the door. there was pause before she slowly peeked out.

"you mean it..?" she frowned, eyeing his carefully. he nodded.

"i'm sorry. i know you've probably been lonely here, i know what it's like-"

"just shut up" she breathed out a laugh, pulling the door open fully, looking relieved. "no more fighting, please? i just want my family back.." the last part was quiet, vulnerable. luther nodded, smiling back.

"no more fighting" there was a comfortable silence that fell over the two of them before luther spoke again.

"by the way, do you know where five is?"

"yeah, why?" she tilted her head at him, confused.

"we're having a family meeting.. it's about mom. i'm going to get him"

"okay, but i can't guarantee he'll find this as important as you do"

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