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sunflowersupremes · 3 years

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I think I've made like, two sarcastic comments about how I'm glad the Finarfin you've mentioned isn't the Finarfin from my stories (or at least in the splinters like jewel shards verse) but I don't think I've asked, do you have any headcanons on Finarfin? I'm interested if you'd like to share any!

-@outofangband

@outofangband

Yes!!! I remember that comment. I also hope he’s a bit nicer than the Finarfin from Return in Chains, one of my fics (although that Finarfin isn’t evil… just… makes questionable decisions out of desperation, which is basically the Finwean Family Pastime).

I LOVE FINARFIN.

He thinks “Finarfin” (aka Finwe-Ara-Finwe) is a terrible name and can’t believe his brother would have done such a stupid thing. (He also thinks “Fingolfin” is a terrible translation).

After all his relatives took off and left them, he got put in charge of not only the country, but also literally everyone’s CRAP. Meaning, as the only remaining member of the house of Finwë, he had to figure out what to do with all the houses and possessions they left behind. He ended up boarding them up and leaving them, in the hopes that they would come back one day (elven possessions don’t rot or decay, after all).

The only time he used one of his relatives homes after they left was gifting Maglor’s house to Celebrían when she arrived. By that time he had accepted that Maglor would never return, and he figured she had the best claim to it (and it had the largest garden, which he knew she would like, and it was in the artist’s district which she loved). When Elrond actually managed to drag Maglor back with him, Arafinwë was SHOCKED. Thankfully, Maglor was fine with him gifting it to her and just moved in with them.

He just generally seems like he wants the best for everyone. I don’t think he’s a coward, I think he’s just very cautious (and he has a bit of foresight, which means he probably saw that the future would be WORSE if he went as well). I also like the idea that part of his reason for staying was ‘get on the Valar’s good side so I can eventually convince them to help’ not realizing that by the time they helped his entire family would be dead.

He has a great sense of humor and is generally a fun guy to be around. His assorted relatives know they’re always welcome at either of his homes (he has one in Tirion and one in Aqualonde) even if he’s not there himself. Half the time he gets back from vacation to find at least two random nieces/nephews chilling in his house.

He and Maglor both have a similar grasp of emotions and Osanwe. Maglor uses his gifts to fuck with people; Finarfin tries to use his to help people. He spends a lot of time going around fixing all the people Maglor has screwed with.

Arafinwë annoys Maglor precisely because he can see through Maglor’s attempts at manipulation. Maglor tried to trick him into doing something once and Finarfin calmly said ‘if you wanted attention you only had to ask’ (that, of course, was HIGHLY OFFENSIVE as far as Maglor was concerned).

Arafinwë does not want the crown. It is a running joke in Tirion that whenever someone from the line of Finwë is reborn or sails, he tries to give them the crown (it is true, actually, but no one else wants the thing either). He even tries to give it to Maglor once he turns up.

His attempt at inventing democracy backfired when he was elected.

Nerdanel becomes very close to him during the First Age while they bond over missing their children.

He keeps a memorial in the palace garden, with markers - made by Nerdanel - for every fallen member of the house of Finwë. They even add a marker for Gil-Galad after the Last Alliance even though no one has any idea who the fuck he is or if he’s related. The memorials are kept even after the dead are re-embodied, as a reminded of ‘that dumb thing you did that one time’

He makes annual trips to the Halls of Mandos just to ‘chat’ with Namo (and subtly inquire as to when he’s going to be getting his relatives back). Finrod’s release was, in part, to try to appease Arafinwë, but all it did was make him more determined that he COULD get the rest of his family back.

He informs Namo that no, no you will NOT be keeping my brother and his children until the Second Music, thank you very much. (Namo points out that their Fëar are very badly damaged, Arafinwë asks why the fuck Namo thinks that he - as a Vala - is best equipped to heal people who hate his guts)

Fëanor gave him a pet swan when he was five because Fëanor thinks swans are assholes and expected it to terrorize his younger brother. Instead Arafinwë befriended the swan and trained it to bite Fëanor on command.

Arafinwë typically doesn’t eat meat, the only exception is fish.

He can’t figure out why the Valar put Eönwë in charge of the host. I mean, he’s a great guy and a terrifying fighter, but he seems to have a few screws loose.

Elrond and Elros’ return to Gil-Galad was only because of Arafinwë. Maedhros and Maglor didn’t trust the host of the Valar, but Arafinwë sent them a letter promising to personally watch over the twins and arguing that they would be safer with the Host. Because of this, Elrond and Elros resented him for a long time, blaming him for taking them away from their adopted family.

Arafinwë spent a good chunk of the War of the Wrath keeping Eönwë from accidentally causing Diplomatic Incidents or Other Minor Catastrophes. The rest of the War was spent trying to work how the the fuck he’s related to Gil-Galad. He still isn’t sure, he’s pretty sure Fingon might have just picked up a random kid somewhere. Or he might be a Fëanorian, but he kind of hopes NOT. He loves his half-brother, but holy fuck.

It was his idea to turn Morgoth’s crown into a collar, because he was fucking pissed off by that point. It was mostly a joke, but Eönwë, being a himbo, went with it.

He was attempting to negotiate either the return of the Silmarils OR a different way to end the Oath when Maedhros and Maglor stole the Silmarils from Eönwë’s camp. One of the guards they killed was a childhood friend of Arafinwë. Arafinwë already had rooms waiting for Maedhros and Maglor back in Tirion, because as soon as he got them on a boat he was planning to take them straight home, whether that was the Valar’s plan or not.

Arafinwë had managed to arrange a pardon for Galadriel, but she was still angry and proud and announced that she didn’t want it, thus resulting in her getting a personal ban.

He knew Galdalf before he went to Middle Earth and gave him a very long list of things to tell Galadriel, most of which amounted to ‘get over yourself and apologize to the Valar so you can come home you fucking idiot (and please tell Elrond hello, he’s a lovely child, really)’

He adores the Hobbits and can’t believe Elrond managed to bring them. Gandalf who? He gives his grandson-in-law all the credit, thank you very much.

#finarfin #;; answered #finwean #Arafinwë #Fëanor #silmarillion #maglor #feanorian #one of these days i will write my ‘Maglor as a vegetarian hanging out in Arafinwë’s house for meals because Fëanor loves meat’ fic #its been rattling around in the back of my head for ages #look Feanor doesn’t know his son wants to be a vegetarian and he is HORRIFIED once he realizes hes been accidentally starving his son

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chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay · 3 years

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// Day 6 //

// Fame //

Tikki was pissed. Her holder had been bullied mercilessly by Lila and due to the spell cast, her Ladybug's friends can't see it.

If only she could cause the lies to backfire.

Of course!

…..

Lila giggled as the swarm of admirers asked her for another story.

"Oh. I have this story about this family from Gotham. You probably haven't heard of them, but they're a big deal over there. The Waynes. I even dated one of them. Tom."

Marinette rolled her eyes. Of course she'd go for Gotham socialites, just before the class heads to America.

"Oh it's such a shame that you can't see them on the trip."

Their class had been planning this trip for months. They raised enough money to spend a few days in a city and two or three towns. One of the cities that were excluded due to budget was Gotham. But this was so very convenient to Lila.

"Actually," a mischievous voice piped up, "Daddy graciously agreed to match the money we raised and double it. Just so we won't miss out on anything America has to offer. So we will be able to go to Gotham."

A few of the girls in the class smiled.

"That's so kind of you and your dad, Chloé," Lila said, "But we wouldn't want to be abusing your friendship."

Marinette laughed slightly as Chloé's shark grin widened, "Oh it's no problem. I've changed for the better now! And what's a better way to prove it than providing for our class. I mean Marinette does so much for this class, what's a little money?"

…..

As it turns out, the 'little money' was not little. At all.

Chloé's dad didn't just match and double the money raised. Adrien's dad added to the pile, too! Although probably not out of devotion to his son, more like devotion to not being shown up by André Bourgeois of all people. The class itself raised over a thousand more than they needed to, anyway.

Now the class budget for visiting America was worth over 10 times as much and both Bourgeois and Agreste had to be asked to stop giving money, because Marinette couldn't think of any other activities or places for the class and they couldn't reasonably spend that much.

…..

The day after summer break started, the class arrived at the airport, ready to get their trip started.

The only problem was that Marinette's ticket was missing. The whole class looked for it everywhere. Only for Rose to find it ripped up in the bin.

"Oh dear, Marinette," Lila said, feigning innocence, "It looks like you can't come!"

Alya rubbed her friends back in comfort, "Don't worry, girl. We'll figure something out!"

…..

In fact, they did figure something out. Mlle. Mendeleiev explained the situation to the front desk.

"I'm sorry ma'am, unfortunately we can't reissue you the ticket for the same seat. But there is a seat in first class free. We can upgrade Mlle. Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette scratched her neck, "I don't know. That sounds expensive."

Adrien and Chloé met each others eyes, a silent agreement was made between the two ever since Lila's spell broke. To help Marinette whenever they can.

He walked forward, "Don't worry. I'll pay."

Marinette scrunched her eyebrows, "Adrien, no! That's too much"

The lady at the front desk grinned, "No need to worry, sir. The airline will provide the seat free of charge. Have a good day!"

…..

As the class boarded the plane, Lila feigned ear pain.

"Mlle. Mendeleiev! I'm having a tremendous earache! Maybe sitting in first class will help? They have hot towels."

The teacher looked alarmed, "Lila if you have an ear infection, it can be dangerous to fly. You could burst an eardrum! Maybe you should stay here and fly out when you're better."

Lila's eyes widened, "Oh, never mind! My mind must be playing tricks!"

…..

The class landed in LA and collected their bags from the carousel. Except Marinette.

Lila, once again, faked concern, "Oh Marinette! All your clothes are gone!"

Chloé grinned, "No worries, Marinette can borrow some of mine until she figures something else out."

Alya nodded, "Mine too!"

There was a chorus of agreement from the girls (and from Kim who wasn't listening but still agreed when he realised what was happening).

Marinette smiled kindly, "It's fine guys! I appreciate the offers but that was just my night bag! I sent my bags ahead just in case something like this happened. There were only old pyjamas and a few toiletries in there."

Lila let out a low growl that nobody noticed. Except for a little red bug rat who's mischievous grin spread wide.

…..

When they reached the hotel, the class looked around in awe of the fanciness.

Marinette collected the room keys and assigned rooms to everyone, making sure to hand the Los Angeles itineraries out as well.

"Feel free to get something to eat before going to bed and meet here at 8am.

…..

Marinette woke up feeling refreshed, she checked her phone and found it was only 6am local time.

"Hmm, I'm never up this early. Must be luck!"

She opened her door to see if anyone else was awake, but on the floor outside were her suitcases.

"Oh, how fortunate! The hotel must have sent them up a few hours early."

…..

Lila looked all over the lobby, feigning concern, "Oh, it looks like Marinette isn't here. Maybe we should go ahead without her. She's probably sleeping in. You know our Marinette."

Suddenly, the automatic doors of the lobby opened to reveal Marinette carrying a coffee and wearing some of the most stylish clothes Lila had ever seen.

Her eye twitched.

…..

The class was about to climb off the bus before Marinette stopped them with an announcement.

"Okay, everyone. I need you all to listen because this is very, very important. Today we'll be visiting many attractions, including a tour of some of the studios. I tried to get tours of places that will interest at least one person. Please remember that these are places of business even if it doesn't seem like it with all the costumes and acting."

…..

Lila couldn't believe her misfortune. None of her attempts to hurt Dupain-Cheng have worked and some have even backfired right back on her.

She tried to push Marinette onto the set of a show filming live. But she just tripped herself and had to face the humility she tried to subject Marinette to.

She couldn't even pin the blame on Marinette because there were cameras pointed at the audience and if they checked they would see her failed attempt.

Lila couldn't have that.

…..

A few days later, the class packed up and headed to Anaheim, so they could spend a few days in Disneyland before heading to the next state.

The result was not great for Lila.

…..

"Oh thank you, Marinette, for saving my space, you can go now."

Marinette's face scrunched up and Adrien and Chloé were about to pounce.

But someone else bet them to the punch.

"Um… Excuse me, miss."

Lila turned around only to be met with a hair bob.

"There aren't any cuts allowed."

Lila smiled beautifully at the woman, "Oh my friend was saving this space for me."

The woman didn't look impressed, "No, cuts. Do I need to get an employee over here? I've been waiting in this line for three fricken hours, because my kid didn't wanna go on the Teacups, if I have to wait three hours to get on the Tower of Terror. So do you."

Lila was pushed out of the line by the Karen.

…..

While on the bus to Arizona, Lila got herself thinking.

'Why are my attempts of ruining Marinette, not working? Am I losing my touch?'

…..

For the next few weeks, the class had the trip of a lifetime. They visited many attractions, including the Grand Canyon, the Kennedy Space Centre and they saw alligators in Louisiana.

The class were delighted to learn that even though the road trip portion of their trip was over they still had a lot left.

They flew up to Massachusetts and spent a few days visiting tourist sites in Boston, whilst others took college tours.

Everyone was excited to visit their colleges of choice and luckily Marinette was able to arrange for train and bus tickets for day trips for anyone who wanted to visit any colleges in the second part of the trip.

Lila made it her mission to take up Marinette's offer whenever possible, just to slightly inconvenience her, but no matter what Marinette seemed happy to help. It infuriated Lila.

Every time she'd get off a bus or train, Lila would walk around the town, shopping, instead of going to colleges.

…..

Soon, the class arrived in Gotham, Lila was worried.

For some reason, people would pass by Marinette and ask for selfies, which greatly confused the class before Max found out that MDC was very famous and popular in Gotham. Apparently, the Wayne's were big fans of MDC's work and they owned several originals. Unfortunately, for Lila they were also the family she lied about and they had a connection to Marinette, her one rival.

"Oh Marinette, isn't that swell! I did mention you in passing to Tom, but he must have looked you up and liked your work!"

She knew that the likelihood of running into a Wayne was low, so she had no problem lying. But, on the day Marinette announced to the class that she and the entire class was invited to the Wayne Gala, Lila felt a pit in her stomach.

…..

Luckily for Marinette, her fame in the city got her some discounts in fabric and supply stores, so she was very easily able to get what she needed for her friends outfits.

The class was supposed to be in Gotham for a month in order to attend some summer classes in Gotham University, so Marinette (who only signed up for 3 classes) was able to get a lot done.

In fact, by the time the Gala came around she had all the outfits ready.

She made everyone an outfit.

A bouncy pink dress for Rose and an elegant but dark coloured dress for Juleka. For Alix, she made a suit that would match her favourite sneakers.

Alya had a high-necked burnt orange dress that went to her knees, whilst Chloé's high-low amber dress brought out her eyes.

Sabrina had a purple two-piece and Myléne had a green floor-length dress.

For the boys she made suits with their own flare, to avoid a uniform look.

She even made Lila a dress, but the girl refused to wear it in favour of a dress she bought during one of her 'college tours'.

…..

"My father will be furious when he learns that I went to a Wayne party in clothes that he didn't make," Adrien joked with Marinette and Chloé.

Lila let a shark grin take over, "Oh, Adrien, you shouldn't let Marinette get you in trouble. They're only clothes. Maybe you should change. Maybe we should all change, just in case."

Adrien shook his head whilst waving Chloé off, "No, Lila. I was only joking."

(For once, Lila was right. Gabriel was furious that his clothes didn't get into a Wayne party but a teenage girl's did. But it wasn't like he could do anything about it, while they were in America)

…..

When the class exited their stretch limo. The paparazzi outside the Manor ooh'd at their clothes. Lila decided to go last just so her outfit can have the most climactic admiration.

When Marinette stepped out, wearing a navy halter high-low with sparkly stones sewn in a way that emulated the night sky, the crowd shushed.

Marinette was about to hide her face in embarrassment, 'They don't like my dress.'

Suddenly, the crowd broke into whispers of curiosity and admiration.

"Look at her dress. It's gorgeous."

"Is that an MDC original?"

"Is that MDC herself?"

Lila smiled, 'If these guys think her dress is nice. Wait till they see mine.'

She stepped out and, well, it was anticlimactic.

The praise slowed and turned into more of a polite murmur.

"Oh her dress is… nice."

Her dress was a grey spaghetti strap that went to her knees. It was actually a nice dress but it was not formal at all and made Lila stick out like a sore thumb.

'I should have just taken Dupain-Cheng' s stupid dress.'

…..

As the class entered the Manor, they were greeted by a young man, who Marinette and Chloé both recognised from their Business class in Gotham U.

"Tim? I didn't know you'd be here?"

Tim laughed gently, "Well, it's kind of my family's party so I have to be here. Trust me I'd rather be anywhere else."

Chloé smirked, "Oh, you're a Wayne? Lila here, used to date one of you. Tom was it, Lila?"

Lila shrunk back, "Oh no! You must have misheard me. I never said I dated a Wayne."

"Yes, you did."

Everyone turned to look at Max, "I have an eidetic memory and you definitely said, and I quote, 'I have this story about this family from Gotham. You probably haven't heard of them, but they're a big deal over there. The Waynes. I even dated one of them. Tom'."

Tim scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion, "Well actually that's a coincidence, I also have an eidetic memory and we don't have a Tom. We have a Tim, and that's me. And I've never dated a Lila."

The class had varying facial expressions, but all of them had one emotion in common. Hurt.

Rose gently pushed out, "Were you… Lying to us, Lila?"

"No, I-I wasn't, I just-"

Alya almost cried, "I almost cost my whole journalistic career for you! Marinette stopped me from posting about you onto the Ladyblog. If she wasn't there, I would be ruined!"

The class all came to their own realisations.

"If Marinette didn't send off my application, instead of letting me rely on you--"

"If she didn't push us to continue--"

"Marinette knew and we didn't believe her," Nino said, "I'm very sorry, Marinette."

"Me too!"

"Same."

"Yeah."

She smiled at them graciously, "It's alright, guys! You learnt in the end and you didn't know any better."

Lila looked around frantically, "Why isn't the spell working? It should be working!"

"Spell?"

Alya walked forward, "Lila, what spell?"

Chloé spoke up, "She was given the power to make anyone believe her lies, unless they have been given undeniable proof."

The class looked at her in confusion.

"Hey, I actually knew Ladybug, remember! Unlike her."

…..

Tim sat beside Marinette, "So…"

"My classmate has been lying about famous people including your family for years?"

"And…"

"She keeps her victims under a spell, so they can't learn the truth."

"... Ladybug?"

Marinette grinned, "One of our superheroes. Chloé used to be one and revealed her identity. She isn't anymore."

His face was scrunched in confusion, "You know, Gotham is really fucking weird but I've never heard anything like that."

"Eidetic memory?"

Tim sighed, "I am technically, kind of, very much knowledgeable on… Things."

She smirked, " 'Things'. Timothy you are so very specific," She teased, "I don't even need you to clarify."

He knocked her shoulder against hers, "I've been meaning to ask…"

"Oh more than usual?"

"Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, Marinette. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to dance."

He held out his hand.

Gently she took it, "I'd love to!"

Tim looked down at Marinette's dress, "Is that an MDC original? I love her work! Where did you get it?"

Marinette deadpanned, "What are my initials Tim."

"... OH!"

"Do you not have Twitter? People have been tagging me all month."

Tim smiled sheepishly, "Okay to be fair, I'm a dumbass and my pregame to any events like this is to drink a shit ton of coffee every day for a month."

A man who very obviously knew Tim walked by and looked at him incredulously, "Tim, that's your pregame to waking up every morning!"

Tim glared at him, "Fuck off, Jason!"

@timari-month-event

Buy me a coffee?

#i spent so long on this #*throws this into crowd* APPRECIATE ME!#timari #Timari January #Timari Month #Day 6 Fame #buy me a coffee #Pls #i'm poor #Commission me if you like this lmao

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stray-tori · 3 years

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Emma’s character arc in the anime (or what I think it is, anyway) (anime-only)

Her "nothing has happened in a year and it's my fault" vent is -- a) kind of meta (they literally have only been passengers in their s2-story so far*. rescued by mujika/sonju, directed by Minerva, chased out by the farm force & now on the run. right now, they have so small agency in the story and not only is the narrative acknowledging it, Emma's development herself seems to be a result of it)

* in part that's also true for s1, they have always been carried a little. By Krone, for giving them the pen, and by Norman for generally being the connecting piece until he was gone and even then he outlined most elements of the plan for Emma.

-- b) interesting because right now it makes her the opposite of Norman who despite not being in the season for almost half of its run time, arguably made more goal-related progression (i.e. stealing children from farms - assuming it was them -, while Emma couldn't even go back for the Phil and others; probably having a base to bring the children they steal (i doubt the group that was with him are ALL of them), while Emma's base, the bunker, had to be abandoned). He’s the plot-driving character even when he's not there and now that he is, I'm assuming there will be more of a lead / idea of where to go from there.

It feels like a foil setup but I'm not entirely sure for what.

so, clearly this season's theme is not burdening everything by yourself - proof:

Ray spelled it out in ep1, Gilda reaffirmed it in ep2 and the opening’s visuals with her in the vidaflower field also seem to carry the whole “we’re finding hope together” angle

Emma did agree to it but then still said “I’m fine” after the vidaflower scene and is now blaming herself for everything that has been going subpar

also, the tidbit about the older kids always leaving more food for the younger ones also fits this theme, though it's not just Emma in that regard. and Lani and Thoma were the “don’t burden everything on yourself” argument in that scene.

I actually think Emma has slowly become more self-burdening, because I feel like back in s1, while she always seemed strong, it never felt like she actively hid from anyone. She did some things by herself like figuring out the room measurements, but she still felt free to bring up anything to the others and involve the children (place trust in them) later with the execution of the escape plan. Even when Norman's life was on the line, she never really intended to fully sacrifice herself like Ray had with the distraction plan or Norman did with his shipment - she never said anything like taking his place, she was still very much in the "we" mindset (at least if I remember correctly). We haven’t seen her work together like towards the end of s1 where she coordinated everyone - even when the kids were a huge part of the solution, like Chris knowing the bunker’s layout, it wasn’t because she told them to do that.

In a way, I feel like Emma's development actually made her more like Norman (who usually used to keep stuff to himself, and tried to juggle all the conflicts himself, and in the end, took the burden of making the plan work even at the expense of his """"death""""). Heck, her words after the vidaflower scene ("I'm / it's okay" (daijoubu)) is something Norman says/said a lot, it's basically his trademark pff-

So I can't help but assume these are connected, and Emma is - whether intentionally or not - trying to mirror Norman because in her mind, everything's been going wrong since he wasn't there to aid them anymore (which she's actually right about, which leads me to my next point).

The fine line between character angst and the savior trope. I hope the anime will use this whole setup with Emma’s arc instead of just being like “ah, Norman Christ has arrived, our lord and savior, how good that we don’t have to worry about anything anymore”. Because they actually, in-universe, acknowledge that "nothing has happened" and that's imo a fine line they have going on right now, which could lead to some interesting character moments.... or they completely ignore it and thank god, our lord and savior.

Because it's not a problem that they are being carried, in fact, as mentioned before they have been carried outside of s2 as well, by Norman specifically as well too. He's always been a sort of savior figure, even after his death he motivated them to go on (see ghost Normans, see Emma talking about how she promised him, see Ray on the ground wanting to continue because he promised (to Emma too but you get the point, and Norman was the one who initially saw through his plan)) - he IS in a lot of ways, a savior. So I'm not saying it's bad narratively if now he's back and the plot moves more towards the goal again. I'm saying it's questionable, if now Emma's and the narrative's acknowledgement of that lack of progression go away too. Because THEN it's actually just "everything is solved now and we're useless without you", and I think it NEEDS to develop Emma further in order for that angle to still be there (and to still be kind of questionable), but to be narrative-ly significant because it's part of Emma's arc and therefore her later actions.

In short, Emma’s low-point revolves around the stagnation and to resolve it (the lowpoint) with Norman’s return would be questionable.

SO I have hope for juicy angst but also see how this could horribly backfire.

Now, I've been trying to figure out were her arc is going, considering all of that.

"Burdening everything by yourself is bad" theme

Emma hates herself for not being able to do anything

Norman is her opposite / foil in that regard

So possible ways to go here are

a) further make Emma feel inferior to Norman, since she never got to do all those things she took upon herself and make her mental state even worse

b) it will probably lead to Emma contributing whatever she can to her family’s rescue, no matter what it takes out of her.

likely both.

The interesting thing is that while narratively this sets up a sort of opposite-dynamic between Emma and Norman, they do both share the self-burdening-thing now (I doubt that changed about Norman, but maybe it did); so I feel like this can only end in a "who's more self-sacrificial and bottling up" contest.

Taking the theme into account, I feel like it’s going for one of the following things, maybe multiple:

a) they all work together in the end to reach their future (probably Ray has to bonk them both and be like "shut up, we're doing this together" because I feel like he's the only one who actually got out of his self-damning hole somewhat)

b) the kids come barging in with the/a solution while Norman and Emma are busy trying to be self-sacrificial (Lani and Thoma HAVE been observing and trying to balance the self-sacrificial out throughout the season, mostly by humor, so I feel like that could work even if I don't know how it could be DONE so hmmm)

c) if someone has to do a sacrifice like Norman in s1, it won’t be done through trickery of the others, or won't work / will be stopped / backfire

Because I don’t think what will happen is that someone actually gets to sacrifice themselves without massive consequences from the other characters because that’d contradict both the overall season's theme and if it was forced upon the others, it would just mirror s1 and show no narrative growth.

It's a fickle situation because I feel like the natural evolution of this arc would be to have Emma be, the "hero" or a leader-position or something of the sort. But the self-sacrificial theme forbids her from doing it on her own or by massively hurting herself in the process so.... ahhh idk how they'll handle that!

because I like the "together" message it seems to be aiming for but at the same time, having a character struggle with not being able to do anything by herself in the same like 6 episodes as “yay, we need to do it together!” is a little risky since while it could work, doing teamwork in a way where everyone is important, while also not validating Emma's belief is.... hard.

It could work if Norman’s arc is the opposite, to let others do more for him and let Emma take over (who needs to built confidence as a leading figure); but even then Emma has to be driving force. If Norman initiates that, he’s actually saving her in every sense.

#tpn #tpn s2 #tpn anime #the promised neverland s2 #tpn anime-only #tpn emma #tpn theory #tori has opinions #tori talks #long post

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multismarvel · 4 years

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Help – Part Two (Oscar Diaz)

tw– blood, shooting

By the time the ambulances came, you were unconscious. You were barely breathing anyway and when you did, they came out in long, dragged breaths. Blood was seeping out of your chest and if it wasn’t for the just about noticeable movement of your breathing, it looked like you were dead. But you weren’t yet.

“Please, help her,” Cesar begged as the paramedics wheeled you into the ambulance. He couldn’t live with the fact you died because of him. You couldn’t die. He needed you. Oscar needed you.

“We’ll try our best, kid,” the paramedic told him. “What’s your relation to this woman, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Brother,” Cesar replies without a beat, joining your barely conscious body and the paramedic onto the ambulance. “I’m her brother.”

The paramedic began the attempt to save your life and the shock of it all was really beginning to hit Cesar. He couldn’t sit here and watch you die.

Your heart rate began to slow and the lines representing your heart beat on the screen got lower and lower. Cesar didn’t know much but he knew enough to realise that wasn’t good. You had to pull through. Your life couldn’t end here. If it wasn’t for the cardioversion that the paramedic used to resuscitate you, who knew what would’ve happened? You were knocking on death’s door and Cesar had never been so scared.

The nurses wheeled you away as soon as they got on the hospital grounds to perform surgery. Ceser was left in the reception, alone and afraid with only his thoughts to help ease his mind but they didn’t. He was by no means a religious person but he was praying to whoever existed up above that you survived the surgery. And Olivia. And Ruby. Three deaths were going to be on his conscience. He was well aware that Oscar wouldn’t even consider forgiving him if you died.

Oscar. Only God knew how badly he’d take all of this. Cesar was an obvious physical wreck at the moment but he knew Oscar wouldn’t show how it affected him. He always had to put on a front but Cesar didn’t think he’d be able to hold it well once he found out about you.

Getting his phone out of his pocket, Cesar called his brother.

“Mano, what’s up?”

As soon as he heard Oscar’s voice, Cesar cried hard, his chest convulsing with powerful sobs. How could he let his brother down? How could he let you down? Tonight was supposed to be the best night for everyone and now because of one action he made, it was the worst.

“Hey, hey calm down.” Oscar’s voice was gentle though Cesar knew he was worried. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my fault, it’s all my fault,” weeped Cesar. “She’s going to die because of me.”

Oscar immediately knew the she in question was you. He didn’t know what happened or why or how but he knew something was wrong. He hoped Cesar wasn’t calling from the hospital and that he was just being melodramatic as usual. For once, Oscar wanted his gut feeling to be wrong. He couldn’t lose you.

“Where are you right now?” Oscar questioned.

“The hospital,” Cesar sniffed. The feeling of guilt in his body increased every second.

“I’ll meet you there. Don’t leave and don’t contact anybody,” Oscar demanded before hanging up.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Dread, anxiety and fear filled Oscar’s body. He was a gang member – a gang leader even and he’d never felt so afraid than in that moment. He even felt something was wrong seeing Cesar’s name flash across his phone. He felt it deep inside and it took over his being. As long as he lived he would never forget that feeling. He’d worked so hard to stay away from you to keep you safe and it’d done the complete opposite. Guilt wrecked his body. It could’ve been a different story if he was there. He would take a bullet for you without hesitation any day – even if it meant he’d die.

If you woke up, and judging by Cesar’s cries that seemed like a hard if, Oscar would get you out of the hood. He’d give you money, he’d threaten you to leave, he’d do what he had to. It was too dangerous for you to be in Freeridge. You were in a safe place with people you trusted yet you were still in danger. It wasn’t only the people but the place too and he’d make sure you were away once you were back in good health.

The drive over to the hospital was no doubt the longest drive Oscar’s ever and he was speeding the whole way. He was so frightened he’d get a call about you. He was more afraid that when he saw Cesar, he’d tell him that you were dead. His heart felt like it was going to burst if it beat any harder.

“How is she?” Oscar asked when he saw Cesar.

“They haven’t said anything yet,” Cesar told him.

“How did this happen?” Oscar thought back to what Cesar said. ‘It’s my fault.’

Cesar sniffled, “I didn’t kill Latrell. Then he came by the party. Ruby and Olivia got shot.” He choked out your name. “She got in the way and tried to save them.”

“You fucking what?” Oscar seethed. “I gave you one job and you couldn’t even do that? You could’ve killed the kid. Now he’s coming for the people you care about.”

“I don’t want to be a murderer,” Cesar said. “I just wanted to have a normal night with my friends.”

“You’d better hope they all pull through,” Oscar told him. “Otherwise it’s on you.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Cesar admitted truthfully. All he wanted to do was be a good person and it backfired in a way he never anticipated.

“What did you think was going to happen?” Oscar challenged. “He was a Prophet. We’re Santos. Obviously he was going to come back to finish the job. The job that you were supposed to get done.”

Gang affiliations and orders always took precedence over what people wanted to do. It didn’t matter if Cesar wanted to be a good person. He was a part of the Santos and as a result of that he was supposed to kill a Prophet who threatened him. A threat to one member of the Santos was a threat to all of them. Now Oscar was going to lose the love of his life and for what?

It still seemed so surreal. Neither Oscar or Cesar knew when you’d be out of surgery or if you’d even make it. They didn’t want to hear from the nurse that you died on the operating table. Oscar had lost enough people he cared about like that and didn’t plan on adding you to the list.

“Was it bad?” Oscar inquired about your injuries.

“Oscar...” Cesar trailed off. He didn’t want to put his brother through more anguish.

“Just tell me,” Oscar pleaded softly.

Cesar nodded silently, sitting down. “It was bad.” He shut his eyes and shuddered as the memory of you getting gunned down flashed back into his mind. “If I could’ve taken those bullets I would have.”

“I know.” Oscar sat down next to him. He couldn’t be angry with Cesar – not right now anyway. They were both hurt and confused about what was going on. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

The two of them stayed side by side all night. Hours and hours passed by. Cesar answered calls and texts from everyone and informed them about you being in surgery. He’d also found out Olivia and Ruby were in the same situation as you and hoped they were alright too. The suspense was all too much and it didn’t help they couldn’t see you.

A nurse walked to them and said your name. At last.

Oscar’s head rose up immediately and Cesar’s heart broke seeing the glint of hope in his eyes. The last bit of hope Oscar had depended on you being alive and after that everything was lost. Oscar would never be the same without you around.

“Is she okay? Can we see her? How is she?” Oscar questioned.

“She’s okay,” the nurse confirmed and the two brothers breathed a sigh of relief. “Only family members can come in. I was informed one is her brother but who is the other?”

“Husband,” Cesar supplied. “He’s her husband and I’m her brother in law.”

Oscar would’ve given Cesar an incredulous look but he didn’t want to give anything away so he went along with it. “She’s my wife. I just want to see that she’s alright.”

“Follow me,” the nurse ordered. The three of them took a quick walk to the room where you were. “She’s on pain meds so she may be in and out of consciousness. Try not to make the conversation too heavy.” She pointed to the room you were in and made her way back to the reception.

Oscar’s heart was racing and he felt so nervous. Part of him wanted you to never leave his side and the other part of him wanted you to leave Freeridge and be safe. You deserved to be safe and not worry about yourself or the people you loved.

“You see her first.” Oscar pushed Cesar towards your room.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Cesar walked to your room and felt his heart swell with emotion as soon as he saw you. His eyes welled up with tears all over again.

“Cesar,” you called out his name, ignoring the ache in your chest. You’d been conscious for a little while but with the help of the meds, it’d helped drastically.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologised, sitting in the chair next to your bed. He held your hand. “I can’t believe this even happened. Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” you dismissed. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Cesar’s tensed shoulders had sagged slightly at that comment. He was relaxing. He needed to hear that from you.

“We didn’t think you were going to make it,” Cesar spoke. “There was so much blood, God, I was so scared. I’m really relieved you’re here. Alive.”

“Me too.” You didn’t have the best life but you didn’t want to die. There was still so much time ahead and so much life left to live. You didn’t want to be robbed of that.

“Oscar’s here too,” Cesar told you.

“Oh.” You didn’t know what to say. Even in your drugged, weak state you’d wondered why he didn’t come and see you when you looked good. Instead he was here to see you dressed up in a hospital gown with gauze and scars on your chest. “That’s good. I know you guys must’ve been worried sick.”

“He won’t admit it but he was really scared,” Cesar said. “He doesn’t want to lose you. He loves you.”

That might’ve been true but you still wondered. Oscar was so closed off it made you question things. It made you want to be around him more and it made you care more when it should’ve been the opposite. You were baffled and hurt but still in love. Just like he was.

“He’s like right outside. I’m going to get him now.”

Before you could argue otherwise, though you’d wondered why he hadn’t come first, Cesar went to get his brother. When Oscar came in it was like the tension couldn’t have even been cut by a knife. No one knew how to react and everyone was anticipating what was going to happen next. Cesar pat his brother’s back in a show of encouragement before leaving the room. He’d probably go visit Monse and the others.

Oscar welcomed the feeling of relief when he saw your body. Words couldn’t explain how he felt knowing you were alive. His knees would’ve buckled in shock if he wasn’t so good at keeping up his facade. You were here, living and breathing and Oscar would do whatever it took to ensure it stayed that way.

“Uh, hey.” Oscar slowly made his way to the seat once occupied by Cesar.

“Hey,” you repeated back. All these emotions you felt were all so sudden and made you feel drowsy. No way were you going unconscious now.

“I, uh.” Oscar knew what he wanted to say. He wasn’t ready for the emotion that would come with it. You always told him to be more open and honest with his emotions. “That was scary.”

“It was,” you agreed, knowing that even if Oscar didn’t talk much that his mind was racing with thoughts and questions. “But I’m okay. You don’t have to worry now.”

“Don’t I?” Oscar thought otherwise. “I kept away from you to keep you safe and this is what happens. You’re not okay. I think you should leave Freeridge once you’re better. Move to a safe area.”

“Are you serious?” You hissed, not being able to shout. “I’ve just woken up and this is what you’re telling me?”

“What did you want me to do? Get on my knees and confess my dying love for you? That would only make you stay.” Oscar snapped. “You’re not safe here and if this happens again, you might not be as lucky.”

“Why are you being like this?” You snapped back. “Why can’t you just be nice for once? Couldn’t this conversation waited til I got out of hospital?”

“Look, the best chance you have is leaving this place and making something for yourself,” Oscar told you. “You’re not going to find what you need in Freeridge.”

You shut your eyes and sighed. “If you’re going to rebuff my non-existent advances again, quit while you’re ahead.”

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Oscar’s tone wasn’t annoyed like it usually was. It was softer as if he’d accepted defeat.

“Why do you have to be in denial?” You asked.

It was Oscar’s turn to sigh. “Stop. Don’t do this. Not now.”

“Oh, come on.” You gave a small smile. “You have to answer my questions. I was shot twice after all. You’re not going to add salt on the wound, are you?”

Oscar kept his eyes on you the whole time. You were expecting him to break away but he wasn’t one to back down from confrontation.

“Tell me how you really feel about me and if you’re lying, and I’ll know, then I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me ever again.”

Oscar’s stomach lurched in fear at those words. That part of him he’d pushed away that wanted to spend his life with you was getting harder and harder to override. He wanted to be the first thought in your mind when you woke up and the last before you went to bed. He wanted to wake up with you in the morning and go to sleep with you at night. Jealousy erupted in him at the mere thought of someone else getting to share their life with you.

“Fine, I don’t like you.”

“Try again.”

“I just want what’s best for you,” Oscar confessed. “I can’t stand being away from you but I’m scared of what will happen if I’m with you. If you were ever in this situation because of me, I’m not sure I could handle that.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” you echoed your words from a few weeks earlier. “Why don’t you let yourself be happy?”

“Why don’t you just give up on me? Everyone else has,” Oscar pointed out.

“Because I love you,” you told him, grabbing his hand. “I love you, Oscar, and I have done ever since freshman year. I know you love me too and I know we can be something really good and you keep fighting me. It’s okay to feel, Oscar, good and bad and it’s okay to love. It can be scary but it’s good. I’m falling really hard for you and I want you there to catch me.”

“What if you want out one day?” Oscar voiced his thoughts.

“I won’t,” you insisted.

“But what if?” Oscar repeated. “You might not feel the same way all the time.”

“I will never stop loving you,” you promised him. “The same way you never stopped loving me and wanting to keep me safe.”

“I love you,” Oscar started, “but-”

“But nothing,” you stopped him. “I lived a life without you and I don’t want to do that anymore. You deserve to happy. We both do.”

“You really want this? Me?” Oscar quizzed you again just to be sure.

You rolled your eyes. “My outpouring of love wasn’t enough?”

“I don’t want to mess this up,” Oscar admitted. “I’ve hurt you enough and I don’t want to do that anymore.”

“So be with me,” you told him. “Love me. Stay by my side because I can’t spend another second without you.”

Oscar kissed your hand and your heart swelled at the act. “Okay, I will. I won’t fuck this up, I promise.”

“I believe you.” Truth be told, you believed him with every fibre of your being. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

In that moment Oscar Diaz was the love of your life and nothing could ruin that for the both of you. Your new life was beginning and because you were getting to spend it with Oscar, you never wanted it to end.

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 5 years

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I love your leverage meta so much! Do you have any more thoughts on Archie/his relationship with Parker? You touched on it a bit in your allies post but I’m thirsting for more.

I’m glad that you like my meta! Honestly I don’t really have a ton of thoughts? I mean, I think it’s very clear that Archie’s problem is he wanted an apprentice and a legacy in the thieving world and Parker wanted a family and as the adult it was his job to recognize that and provide that for her.

We all want a legacy. We all want to be remembered after we’re gone. Archie had a wife and kids, and he was getting older, neither of those are conducive to being a cat burglar going after museums and such. But he didn’t want to fade into obscurity and have his name be forgotten by his community, so he decided to train an apprentice. Because every time someone brings up Parker, someone would then say, “you know Parker was trained by the famous Archie Leech, right?”

Making Parker a master thief was a way to keep his name alive. He would never be forgotten.

As a result, he treated Parker like a tool. Like a weapon. He didn’t treat her as much like a person as he should have. Oh, I’m sure he did, since Parker has such affection for him and he clearly does care about her, and Archie’s not a psychopath. He loves Parker, but loving Parker wasn’t his goal, wasn’t in the plan.

It’s very telling what he says to Nate: “You ruined her.” Archie made Parker the best of the best, in his own image, and Nate--in Archie’s opinion--ruined that by helping Parker to understand people, to understand herself, by teaching Parker morality and compassion. Emotion now enters Parker’s thinking, morality now enters her thinking, and that changes how she makes decisions and the kind of jobs she takes on and it gets in the way of her being a perfect thief because tools do not have emotions. Weapons don’t have morality.

Archie made Parker a thief but Nate helped her to become a person, or rather he and his team helped provide a nurturing environment so that she could grow into her own personhood. And to Archie it’s sacrilege and it shows that what he really truly cared about at the end of the day was not Parker the person but Parker the tool, Parker the legacy, Parker the final handprint he left upon the cement of the criminal world.

In fact, that whole you ruined her line shows that even more because throughout the entire episode Archie doesn’t act like Parker has any damn agency. He blames Nate for her behavior as if Parker can’t think or act for herself. It’s infuriating. Parker makes her own choices, sorry if you were so controlling over her that you assume she can’t be a person on her own and will latch onto another mentor who will also control her every action the way you did.

Archie keeps talking about Parker like she’s a toy that Nate didn’t take care of and that, again, sums up how he feels about her pretty damn well. He doesn’t see her as her own person. Nate, thankfully, does. He knows he can’t make any decisions for Parker (the one time he tries, and makes her go to jury duty, it backfires on him).

We see this again in The Last Dam Job. Parker goes to recruit Archie to help them and Archie is with his daughter. When Parker shows up, Archie does not say, “oh [daughter name] this is Parker, the one I told you about.” He instead just walks away without intending to give an explanation, and when his daughter is understandably concerned, asking who Parker is, he quips that Parker is “my daughter.”

Now this is kind of touching and funny in the moment but it means that even after everything they went through with Archie and Nate and Parker nearly getting arrested or murdered for Archie’s sake, he still hasn’t learned how to really treat her like a person. She’s still his legacy first, his daughter second. She doesn’t know his family, and he had no intention of her knowing them, until the chips are down and he realizes he’s going to have to reveal her to his daughter.

It would be nice to imagine that after the job, Archie brought Parker home and finally introduced her, along with some excuses, and that was that. Parker sometimes stops by for dinner or something. But I don’t honestly think that’s what happened. I think Archie went home and made an excuse and Parker never really met his family and they returned to their old status quo.

Because again, Archie does care about Parker. He nearly murders Chaos (or severely wounds him) because Chaos spoke about Parker in a derogatory manner. He fears for her life when she does the thieving job for him that puts her at risk. And he admits to Parker that he could have done some things better while she was growing up and he was responsible for her. But “you ruined her.”

Yeah, I think that sums up Archie’s feelings on Parker perfectly.

Does he feel bad about that, to an extant? Yeah, clearly. But I can’t ever truly like Archie, charming as he might be, because he took in a child who needed a family and he treated her like a weapon. He saw her through the lens of himself, through the lens of his own legacy and his own desires. He saw her not as her own person but as a reflection of himself. And he kept her separate from the rest of his family a) because she might let slip his work as a thief and b) because Parker is “different” and “difficult” and he didn’t want to expose his family to her and her trauma (I don’t remember the exact wording but Parker says this multiple times and Archie admits it at the end of the episode).

That, to me, is incredibly selfish. So I’m glad Parker loves him, I’m glad he loves her, I’m glad they have a good relationship in spite of everything, but I can’t like him. Parker was a child, not a tool.

Nate didn’t ruin her, Archie. First of all, Nate can’t make Parker, or anyone, become something. Parker chose to become that. She chose to listen to Nate and she chose to dig into the morality and personality that was there inside of her all along, just waiting for the right environment in order to bloom.

Second of all, if anyone ruined her? It was you. Children. Aren’t. Tools.

The end.

#mads answers things #leverage #leverage meta #parker #parker meta #this isn't exactly a proper meta more of just me word vomiting my thoughts

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an-ambivalent · 5 years

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Oath Of Desires: Three

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.

Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

Also A/N: there will be bit of a time skip in between most chapters.

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“I was so in love with you that I ignored how horribly you treated me.”

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One day, her own weakness that stemmed from her strength was going to become her downfall -- [Name] knew that. She was brilliant, bright, loving, and nurturing -- a perfect mix of the just the right adjectives. This made her the ideal pillar who supported and helped her family and friends during their dark times. However, [Name] was also too much of these things, and that is what backfired on her.

[Name] had strength, but she always hid it underneath her submissive and eager to please nature. She was wary, but never enough so she could protect herself. She believed the “there was best in everyone,” and followed it too trustingly. Now, due to her too blindingly trusting nature, she was going to pay the price.

Well, the first of many more she had yet to pay. This current betrayal that made her feel as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest, and that her world was going to end, was merely the cherry on top of everything that was yet to occur. The mentioned ‘yet’ was going to push her to the end of her humane limits, and test exactly just how much she could take, before inevitably breaking.

[Name] knew that this agony had a big probability of becoming her reality. But, she never acknowledged it because the thought of it alone, drove too much anxiety into her nerves.It felt suffocating. However, Taehyung had began to give her small doses of this pain from long time ago. And truthfully speaking, she hated herself for not being the one who would inflict it for once, but rather, become the victim of it once again.

Momentarily, [Name] wondered of when and why things had went so downhill with Taehyung. Before Jungkook became a big part of their group, they used to be best friends, and loved each other so much. He never pinned or faulted her flaws the way he had started to now. He used to be benevolent, and always made it his mission to make her smile, especially when she felt down. Dare she say, they used to be so important to each other that they literally referred to the other ‘as the heart’ that kept them alive. Not to mention, his touch used to be warm, and tender. The warmth and tender he only expressed towards her.

And now, his touch was lacklustre to say the least. It was cold, unloving, and he never took his time with spoiling her with his affections anymore. He acted as if merely holding her was something he did as a chore, and she was nothing but an unwanted obligation.

Suddenly, a switch went off in her mind. The sorrowful pondering of her soul morphed into anger. This also caused a shift in her thoughts.

It occured to [Name] that the affections of Taehyung’s touch -- he had given them to someone else. Similarly, his lips had kissed another girl’s while he should have been loving her. From the way he used to love her, and tell her that his heart beat solely for her -- to saying how all of him belonged to her -- none of that matter anymore. Everything that he had said was all lies, and nothing but lies. Taehyung had taken her trust for granted, and trampled all over it just like every other friend always did. They always made her feel like junk, the one who they always eagerly awaited to discard--

[Name] snapped out of her thoughts as she came to focus in the present. She gritted her teeth in anger, and clutched Taehyung’s shirt she was holding, tighter in her hands. Just like many others she had noticed, this shirt was also stained with an unfamiliar cologne and a lip colour that had never been hers. Just like Taehyung, who was not going to be her’s anymore.

In the living room, unaware of the storm that was brewing in [Name]’s mind, Jungkook and Taehyung sat. There was a silence that shrouded them, and they were both preoccupied on their phones. Jungkook had wanted to spend time together with Taehyung through a conversation or playing games together. However, Taehyung had completely shut him out and ignored him.

Taehyung began to blatantly scroll through his social media. For the first few moments, he knew that his actions annoyed Jungkook due to the glare he felt from the younger male. But frankly speaking, Taehyung did not care anymore. Jungkook’s company annoyed him, and with how much [Name] allowed him to leech onto them, just pissed him off ever further each time. So, someone had to teach him a lesson, and Taehyung thought blatantly ignoring Jungkook would be the best way to do that.

He did feel pride swell in his chest when Jungkook had eventually given up, and busied himself with games on his phone. There was finally some peace. However, that peace did not last for much longer because [Name] had stormed in, and thrown a bunch of packed bags towards Taehyung roughly, with anger written all over her face.

The loud thud from the bags hitting the floor harshly had made both Taehyung and Jungkook look up to her. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at her, while Jungkook had blinked in confusion, and directed his gaze towards her.

“Get out,” [Name] demanded coldly, and right away, Taehyung responded just as icily with a simple “no.”

His carelessness and lack of emotion only ignited her fury further.

“I know what you’ve been doing Taehyung. Did you really think I’m that stupid?”

“Well, considering that it took you this long to figure it out, yes. And it's your stupidity that made me do it,” He remarked, and he glanced from the corner of his eyes to see [Name]’s mouth ajar in shock.

Her face flushed red in anger.

“You’re really blaming me for the fact that you’re a complete asshole? What the fuck? You have no right to blame me! For this, or anything else you prick! I can’t believe you would go this far, after everything I did for you--”

“You didn’t do anything for me [Name]. I did everything for you. I’m sick of taking responsibility for your shit--”

And as they continued to fight, Jungkook looked at them with wide eyes. The body outlines of [Name] and Taehyung arguing had their faces. But with the way their voices started to get louder and louder until they were shouting at each other, it blurred into black silhouettes that were visible underneath the poor yellow lighting that lit up a hallway. It made his ears buzz, and his fingers twitched in anticipation.

His eyes dulled as thoughts like ‘this was not how it was supposed to go’ and ‘I need to end this again’ came into his mind. However, before he could mindlessly act on his instincts, the way he had done before, that had resulted in nothing good, he was snapped out of his trance. It was just in the nick of time with when their argument, and relationship had seemed to reached its end.

“This is MY place, I bought it. I’m not like your family who’d give you free charity just because you demanded that I leave. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you. You’re too cowardly to ever do anything, you’ll only drag me down. I’m done with this, and I’m done with you,” [Name] hissed, as she stormed into their shared bedroom, grabbed her packed bags, and stormed out of the apartment. She shut the door behind her harshly, and Taehyung scoffed at her.

“Like I ever cared,” He muttered, before he turned towards Jungkook, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

#yandere #bts #imagines #scenarios #reactions #jungkook #jeongguk #taehyung #x reader #poly au #vkook #taekook #yandere x reader #oath of desires #chapter three #ambivalent writes

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fearnyas · 4 years

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▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Oliver Quincy Issac Wright. ▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : In an established relationship with Dmitry Jones. The state of their relationship varies throughout their canon. They’ve been dating since high school: for four years by the time the Vegas Arc takes place, and they’re engaged in the NYC Arc after Ollie proposes. Post-NYC Arc, they get married. ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 :

Uses a magical bell to transform into Nyan Diamond, defender of love & justice and second-in-command of The Cat’s Nyas. His bell when not in use is often worn as a choker.

Thanks to the contract, Oliver has cat-like senses. Meaning, his eyesight, hearing, sense of smell, etc. are all heightened even outside his transformation. This effect is permanent so long as the contract is enforced. Better vision at night. Includes cat-like reflexes, flexibility, quicker speed, and the ability to still land on his feet were he to fall from a great height. He may still obtain injuries, but is objectively safer than an average human might be.

Additionally, in the early years of his contract, under intense emotional stress (whether that’s positive or negative) he may sprout a cat ears and tail, or completely turn into a cat temporarily. (His particular breed is a Scottish Fold!) How long these consequences last varies on how much stress he was under, but he will eventually return to normal. He can still talk normally even in his cat form, which is...distressing...so any meows around non-Nyans are entirely fake. Eventually, the Nyans gain more control over this, and it becomes less of an inconvenience.

When transformed, he has the ability to use water magic to attack his opponents.

The strength and usage of these attacks vary. Typically, he’ll summon blasts or waves of varying temperatures and strengths, but the possibilities are only as limited as his imagination is. However, everything new takes time to practice before he can use it to its full potential. Not limited to exclusively water, but anything liquid.

This eventually extends to manipulating ice states, but the element itself is not something he can control outside of what he’s summoned. Pre-existing resources in this instance are of no use to him.

Water that he summons, if paired with another Nyan’s element, is beneficial. For example, combining his abilities with Nyan Clover’s vines/plant magic, Clover’s plants grow stronger, and Diamond’s water magic serves as a boon.

Most if not all of his summons come directly from his staff. The crystal embedded within it serves as a way to store his magic, and it makes any attack easier to control. His weapon-of-choice makes it so he’s more effective at a distance, but he’s comfortable taking enemies on close range if he has to.

After the Nyans defeat Oleander, the vice that Oliver forms in the middle of the Vegas Arc, he gains luck magic. Rather, the ability to manipulate luck itself. At its best, this is a major boon for the team if it works in their favor. However, when first obtained, it isn’t something he can predict accurately, and poses a high risk if used improperly. Has to rely on intuition and chance, luck and probability can be shifted at a price. It’s something he needs to be incredibly careful with.

▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Naturally violet as a civilian. | As Nyan Diamond, the color shifts to light blue with purple and pink hues throughout. ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Light honey brown as a civilian, has natural red highlights. | When transformed as Nyan Diamond, his hair is light blue. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Scarlett Wright, often goes by Carly or Carla - mother. She primarily works from home as an accountant. Prior to moving to America, he saw her the most often, so he was naturally closer to her. She was the first person he confided in about his sexuality and both her and Samuel have been incredibly supportive. | Samuel Wright - father. Works as a sports coach and physics teacher, the main influence on a lot of Oliver’s interests and hobbies. When he wasn’t busy helping the local secondary school teams, he’d spend a majority of his time planning short family trips or trying to bond with his son. Oliver and him have a positive relationship, as far as families go. | Oliver doesn’t keep in contact with his extended family due to a variety of factors. He uses the distance as an excuse, though it’s an obvious lie. His relationship with them has always been incredibly strained, particularly after he realized his sexuality. As a result, he’s never come out to them, and he doesn’t intend to. ▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : Presently, he helps take care of their contractor, Lucky, with Dmitry. Prior to his move, he had three dogs. All border collies, Lexi, and two of her twin puppies that his family grew attached to. Their names are Parsley and Sage! | While not pets that he owned, when his family was able they also fostered a variety of animals. As a result, it’s something he wants to take up again in the future. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : People who are unnecessarily cruel for no reason. He doesn’t personally like swearing, and quit himself ages ago, he’s willing to overlook it for other people. Doesn’t really like religion as a whole, or people who force their beliefs on others (especially unprompted! The kinds of people who assume you’re just like them and share the same mindset, that kind of thing.) Not necessarily fond of himself, or how easily he cries; doesn’t like being overly sensitive. Absolutely hates being lied to, or people who skirt around the truth; thinks its easier to hurt temporarily than to hide something, which is...terribly ironic. ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Gambling and cardistry. Sports, both playing and watching--likes playing soccer, rugby, swimming primarily. Watches national games for the former two, as well as American football, albeit with less interest. Cooking, baking, trying to figure out recipes for both himself and Dmitry with varying degrees of success. Binges of romcoms or trashy ‘dating’ shows. Violin. Most outdoor recreational activities--primarily hiking, fishing, or camping. Studying. Logic puzzles. Taking care of animals. Sewing. Playing video games casually, usually popular titles. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Not intentionally! His vice caused a lot of harm, but it was mostly contained within its own realm. Doesn’t get into fights otherwise. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : No, keeping his vice contained + it’s own abilities (ironically) helped prevent casualties. There were cases of severe injury though, although not many. ▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : Scottish Fold cat. ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : He second-guesses himself a lot, rather than listening to his gut, as a result--this tends to backfire. (Vegas Arc) He’s meek, and doesn’t stand up for himself or speak his mind. Bottles up more of his feelings than he actually expresses, which leads to...some more than unsavory situations. Has a tendency to doubt other’s intentions and feelings towards him, making assumptions of what they feel towards him even without provocation. Pretty petty and passive-aggressive, especially on shift, it’s rare this is directed towards his friends. Tendency to isolate, or at least makes attempts to. Assumes the worst of most every situation. Extremely self-depreciating, will find a way to shift the blame to himself if something goes wrong. Apologizes for literally everything. Hypocritical in the sense the advice he’ll willingly give other people is the same kind he knows he should take, but doesn’t. ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : His best friend, Lacey. His boyfriend, Dmitry. The other Cat’s Nyas, his friends. (Jules and Romeo especially!) ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Homoromantic homosexual. For a while, especially when he was closeted, he dealt with varying degrees of internalized homophobia not aided by the influence of his extended family, which fed into his worsening mental health. At home, he was selective and hesitant with who he came out to as a matter of safety. This is no longer an issue. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : He didn’t think much of marriage prior to dating Dmitry. Mostly, he didn’t think he’d be able to, or that he deserved to. That being said...he does think highly of it, and absolutely wants to. He thinks its sweet, and by the time they’ve graduated high school he would have already brought up the idea of it. When he eventually proposes, he already has a vague idea of what he wants in his vows and the ceremony he’d like. Isn’t sure about children due to a small degree of self-doubt, but isn’t opposed to adoption. No opinion on how many kids he’d want to adopt, as he hasn’t really thought about it. ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : Dress casual and light colors. Button ups and cuffed jeans, muted or slightly pastel-leaning colors, he likes loose t-shirts and jackets/cardigans, anything that looks nice but too flashy. Doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry outside of his piercings and the trinket. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : Dmitry, first and foremost. He’s his first and only boyfriend and he’s honestly never been happier with someone. Didn’t buy into love at first sight until he met him, and even then, he only found more reasons to fall harder. He loves his childhood friend, current friends, and his parents too of course, and would do anything for them, but his feelings for Dmitry are notably stronger. ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : Tries his best to be amicable, albeit, he’s extremely shy. He grows out of his shyness by the time the NYC Arc is in place, but he’s still pretty soft-spoken and is inclined to let them lead in conversations and plans. Relatively warm and easy to get along with, and likes hanging out with the friends he has when he’s able. Goes out of his way to try and talk to people who seem like they need the company, and is deeply empathetic, willing to lend an ear to those who need it. Although this doesn’t go both ways. He doesn’t want to burden them, so he often overextends himself with making others happy at the expense of himself. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : Alcoholic, he likes beer most, particularly lagers or ale, but isn’t opposed to anything else. Non-alcoholic, black coffee or fruit-based teas are an immediate go to. Doesn’t drink a lot of soda. Should drink more water. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : The easy answer is anywhere his boyfriend might be. The more in depth answer is anywhere outdoors; he likes to sight-see and experience new things. Favors beaches or local parks. Likes hanging out at the casino he works at as well, even off shift; it’s lively and he has a good time actually placing bets of his own, he knows a few of the regulars by name. ▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : Ocean, no questions asked. History aside, he enjoyed going out to local beaches a lot as a kid, and swimming in the ocean was something he really liked. Give him directions to the nearest beach please and thank you! ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : Romantically, someone who’s self-assured and knows what they want in life. Someone with a good heart who does good things, or at least tries to. Someone patient who won’t judge him for his seemingly-endless list of fears and is willing to help him as he tries to ‘get better.’ Someone who takes the time to understand him, just as much as he does them. Brave, beautiful, and willing to set aside time just for the two of them. Basically, everything Dmitry is, thanks, he thinks he’s perfect and this has never changed. Platonically, he just likes people who are kind, funny, and humble--he doesn’t like braggarts or anyone with a huge ego--the most important thing is just being willing to understand him and not judge him for what he perceives to be his many, many flaws. ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : Camping, absolutely. He’s a surprisingly outdoorsy type, and he has gone on a few family camping trips before. Not to mention, stargazing is kind of romantic if you think about it...he’d really like to do that at least once with someone he really, really loves. (Hey? Dmitry? Are you listening?)

#why did i go so hard on thIS ME @ ME HELLO ??#anyway hi i love #my son ...#` ♢ chara study. ⁞ the truth is‚ you have to be soft to be strong. ◞

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A Tale of Ink and Venom

A/N - All I gotta say is I’m so sorry to mobile users for this lmao This is a long chapter so I’m posting it at 4AM to try and save people from it’s length.

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Chapter Two: Heart to Heart

“No no no, I’m so late!”

I shot out of my room like a bat out of hell, a jumble of keys in one hand and helmet in the other as I took to the morning bustle of the college sidewalks. Outside the scenery was a mixture of many things; remnants of winter slush that spring was finally beginning squash with a faint warm breeze. Not to mention the familiar scent of Brooklynn streets containing the disappointing waft of piss and alcohol it was so well known for. Or maybe I had just grown used to it in the year I had been here.

I stopped abruptly at a covered up bundle and ripped the cover off hastily to reveal a shiny black Vespa beneath and beamed. Her name was Queen of the Night, Queenie for short, and what she lacked in speed she made up for in aesthetic. She was the last thing my parents had gifted me before I had started college. A way for them to feel at ease about me being on my own, or so they said. I think they just didn’t want me to use door dash on every little thing I needed at all hours of the night. Regardless, she was my pride, my joy, and I was finally able to ride her again after the harsh winter months had kept us separated for so long.

My thoughts wandered as I got my belongings situated to head to work. About Bambi’s words, the news article, but also the strange group text Bambi’s sister had sent out as I had left:

‘There’s a big bad out. Stay safe.’

I wish I could say that wasn’t a normal occurrence for her, but Benni Banks had a knack of sending things just ominous enough to make you extremely suspicious of whatever she was saying. The only thing more suspicious was when she would walk with a startling pace out of our dorm with laptop in arms saying ‘This is fine, this is absolutely fine ’ on repeat. If you knew Benni like we did that usually meant one of her cockamamie hacking attempts had backfired and things were certainly not fine. Despite this, we loved her, even down to the cryptic warnings she sent us while submitting to her insomnia sleeping habits that left us more curious than cautious.

A villain like that could have meant anything. Hell, we had just seen Lizardman take on the town before he stopped on his own accord. A malfunction with the machine he used to keep himself human, or something to that degree. And not a single hero came to help during that situation. I slumped forward at a red light and sighed. Despite New York being a hot zone for superheroes and villains alike, it was apparent that the villains were just becoming too much for them to handle. But that was something I couldn’t begin to think about, because I had arrived to work and there were more pressing matters at hand.

Like how I was about to be reamed for being 20 minutes late.

I stopped in front of an ordinary-looking business building not far off from the campus itself and removed my helmet. My hair fell in loose lazy curls around my face as the braid I had made was all but destroyed. Flecks of blue and black melded over my face as I tried to hastily tie it back into its original style, but failed miserably. Giving up I shoved my hands into my hoodie pockets, listening to the leather of my gloves squeak with discomfort before fishing out a flashy looking access card for the entrance. On one hand, I didn't know why I or anyone else needed one of these. Most of the sections inside of the building were offices doing god knows what. On the other hand, the lower levels were a different story entirely. I waited 3 seconds for the light to flash green before I stepped in, immediately greeted by a security guard I knew simply as Barry who nodded curtly to me as I took to the steps nearby.

“A little late today, Miss Knight,” I heard him chuckle, fading away as I entered the basement. This was where all of the action happened, a steady hum of electronics and murmurs of people lost in conversations of studies they were working on. Some made brief pleasantries with me as I zipped through the small groups of lab coats huddling to discuss, while others seemed to eye me with disapproval.

They didn’t matter though. The only person that mattered currently stood hunched over one of many counters in his lab as I watched from the glass window that separated us. I pressed my face against the glass to try to get his attention but he ignored me, making my nerves rise as I stepped within the sliding doors and opened my mouth to apologize.

“You’re late, Knight,”

I closed my mouth and puffed my cheeks out. He always had a knack of catching me off guard.

His name was Professor H. D. Renato, a man who I suspect would not reveal his initials to anyone until he was on his death bed. Even then that was being generous. He was a man of science and cleanliness, and the two coincided together nicely in his lab that he kept in pristine shape. It was ordinary for the most part. No colorful beakers, no boiling concoctions of evil ooze to take over the world with. Just a man with incredible dreads hunched over his desk studying something intensely.

I don’t know how our strange relationship came to be, especially when our first encounter involved him walking in on me attempting to delete student debts with my powers. I was lucky enough at the time that despite the criminal act I was committing he was intrigued by my mutation and wanted to work with me on the promise that I never try a stunt like that again. I was even luckier that I had somehow gotten a job out of it instead of making a call to my parents from the Deans office explaining how I got kicked out of college for trying to show up Robin Hood.

He now turned as if sensing me studying him and folded his arms, dark eyes studying me back with amusement.

“What’s your excuse this time then?”

“Would you believe traffic?”

“I would not,”

“How about saving kids from a burning building?”

“Try again,”

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, setting my bag down on one of the empty tables taking up the majority of the room. “I got side-tracked talking to the girls,” I admitted before joining him behind his desk to get a glimpse of what his attention had been so caught up on. “Seems I’m not the only one distracted today though, huh?”

“You know me, I always have to see what fresh hell is destroying Brooklynn,” he muttered before turning the laptop to me. “You’ve seen it already, haven’t you?”

“Oh, no. Benni mentioned it before I got here but...” I whispered as I joined him in looking at the screen. The shots of whoever, or whatever it was were blurry. Though, it wasn’t hard to see the giant black humanoid looking creature completely demolishing a group of police vehicles like they were children's toys before the reporter I had seen so many times appeared on the screen. She had the same tense face on as always. Not that I could blame her, I’d look the same way if I were placed in a somewhat dangerous situation like this. And yet, she spoke in a strangely calm tone to give what little information she had on the matter:

" ...suspect is assumed to be a high-level threat that was one of few said to be lost in the recent events of the Ice Box criminal transfer after destruction hit- "

"Hang on, that was months ago. They still haven't found the convicts that escaped?" I asked in surprise. He shook his head in response.

"Apparently not. The majority were assumed dead at the scene of the crime but…” he motioned to the screen again as we watched another brief blurry clip of the creature climb onto one of the surrounding buildings as heavily armored police got involved.

I whistled in response.

“I really don’t think you should go out on deliveries today, Nina…” he admitted after a short pause as he turned to me, folding his arms like he always did when faced with a tough subject. I could only roll my eyes in response.

“Don’t think I’m capable of holding my own?”

“Really? You’re asking me this in a ‘Hangover Hoodie’?”

“Huh?” I asked with a confused frown but realized all too quickly what he was talking about. In my hurry to leave this morning I had shoved a blind hand into my wardrobe and picked out whatever hoodie I could find. Renato now stared at me with disappointed disapproval and sighed. It was no wonder his peers looked at me how they did now.

“I have always had the utmost faith in you, it’s your health I’m concerned about. You know this,”

“How could I forget when that’s all anyone ever talks about?” I answered shortly, watching his expression quickly fade to guilt. I knew he hadn’t meant anything by it, after all, it wasn’t his fault that my body was the frail shell of what it used to be. Like I said, I tried the vigilante lifestyle once. It hit me harder than what I was ready for and now I paid the price.

The result left me unable to use my powers without intense strain on my body, and a group of family and friends treating me like I was made of glass as a result.

He hovered his hand over my shoulder before reluctantly pulling back. Renato might have been a genius but his social cues were lacking in the compassion department. Or any social department in general for that matter. Instead, he did what he did every time there was an awkward situation and began furiously cleaning his glasses that had been sitting neatly on top of his head.

“I just...you know I worry. And with your parent's trusting me-”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them. But also, I’m almost 24, dude. Avoir une certaine foi,” I added with an innocent smile. He was not so taken with it

“You know I don’t speak French,”

“Have some faith,”

“That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have to be the one to deliver the news if something happens,” he responded shortly, striking my own guilt in response. Renato, despite his eagerness to take me under his wing, was still a cautious man. So cautious in fact that he had contacted my parents before solidifying his offer to work with me. They weren’t bad people, probably the farthest thing from that, they were just so overprotective. I couldn’t blame them after the chaotic introduction into parenthood I had given them, especially after being the first mutant in our family. There was just a point where it was too much.

There was a heavy silence between us as we both struggled to find something to say before he sighed and directed my gaze to the packages resting beside the counter.

“Alright, I’m trusting you with this, Nina. You’re lucky we have such a backlog to get through otherwise-”

“Otherwise you wouldn’t allow this, yes I know,” I called as I carefully scooped the boxes up and inspected them curiously as if the blank outer packaging would reveal their secrets.

They did not.

“Be careful with those. I put fragile on there for a reason,” he added as he tapped the large black font with a stern look. As part of his side job he was always cooking up interesting concoctions for his clients, considered the mutant savant by many because of how serious he was to learn how to help us function in everyday society. I had never seen a regular human so dedicated to helping our cause and I wasn’t about to make him regret hiring me to help with it.

Especially when it meant one day he could help me be myself again.

I scoffed at his words and tiptoed carefully to the exit to avoid more of his harping while I could. “I got it, I got it. Shoot me the addresses?”

“Already in your phone, make sure you get all of the signatures this time, Knight.”

“Yes, dad,” I mocked before shuffling out of the lab, careful to avoid any collisions with anyone out in the hall. Barry held the door open for me like he did every time I came up packed to the gills with boxes and we shared our usual polite nod to one another.

Ten frustrating minutes of getting everything bundled up tight on Queenie and I was finally off to do the real work of the day.

Being a courier was a fairly easy job. Renato excelled in helping mutants with noticeable mutations by creating temporary serums and little do-dads to aid in his search of making us feel more welcomed in society. Since the clients themselves didn’t usually want to be seen by people other than their kind it was often a quick in and out job. The hardest part was getting to them. Renato may have been science savvy but where he excelled in knowledge he lacked in direction, and it made me ever so thankful for GPS as I rounded the same corner I had been through multiple times in the last 15 minutes.

Thank god these weren’t timed deliveries.

Most of the stops weren’t an issue, usually consisting of an out of the ordinary mutant that just needed some basic supplies. My favorite was a man with red skin and facial hair that rivaled Jack Sparrows. He was charming and straight to the point, and yet his tips were always more than accommodating. His name started with an A but the scribbled signature never revealed the rest.

Others however were... strange. Some left specific instructions in order for me to get confirmation signatures; knock two times on the door to wait for someone to knock back, more than a few required me to face the other way so I couldn’t see them but when I looked back the papers were signed, sometimes tip attached, sometimes other odds and ends. I once received a large quill-like spike as a tip for my efforts. It still sat on my desk to this day.

Before I knew it my final client had come and I rode lazily in the familiar streets of Brooklyn to find the location. His was always my favorite to go to, settled in a small suburb area with people that always seemed to be out and enjoying life without a care in the world. I parked in a vacant area up the street and started towards a cozy-looking home that had seen better days. Not that it was in bad shape, it was just old and in need of some serious case of TLC that its owner was unable to give.

I stopped at the sun stained red door and rang the buzzer once.

No response.

Twice.

Nothing.

“Mr. Lee?” I called, pressing my ear against the door to hear if he was making his way to answer. I was greeted with silence.

I began a hail mary of mashing the buzzer in a last desperate attempt until a soft chuckle interrupted me and I turned. An older man in dark shades sat at a bench nearby and waved to me, beckoning me towards him and I followed.

"Hey! Buongiorno!" he called merrily from his peaceful-looking seat and I laughed softly.

"That's Italian, Mr. Lee. But bonus points for trying,"

"Ah, can't win 'em all I suppose." he chuckled before patting the seat next to him and I obliged, holding his delivery patiently in hand before he smiled warmly and stared forward.

"Relax a little, something on your mind, kiddo? You seem tense!"

Mr. Lee always had a knack for sensing these types of things. He was one of Renato's oldest clients, and he wasn't even a mutant. Renato just enjoyed this old man's zest for life so much that he helped him with simple tasks and now the occasional french tutoring on the side that I gave him during my trips.

"Ah, no. I mean, kind of..."

"Go on then, I've got some time," he chuckled as he nudged me playfully.

I sighed sheepishly in response. I couldn’t exactly tell him my life story. He knew bits and pieces of it, but I was still on the fence about revealing my mutation. Instead, I tried to word it rather poorly, tugging at my gloved hands as I struggled to find proper words.

“I just...I want to be something more, y’know? I worked so hard for this...thing when I was younger and now I’m just this...this burnout of a courier wasting away at college!” I started, unable to control the flood of commentary that was spilling out. “I wanted to be like...like Spiderman! Or the Avengers! Something! I have a gift, my friends tell me every day that I have the means to overcome this... this fear of breaking myself again but I know deep down my body can’t take it...that I can’t be this person they think I can be. And now everyone’s just waiting for me to break again like I’m glass! I hate it!”

There was a heavy silence and I snapped out of my stupor, now standing with hands held over my head in what was once frustration. I didn’t even know where all of it had come from. Like I said, Mr. Lee had a strange gift.

I shot them down sheepishly and took to sitting back to a quiet Mr. Lee who’s bushy white mustache seemed to wiggle with thought.

“I’m sorry…” I quietly apologized before he turned to me, brows wrinkling under his shades with a frown plastered on his face.

“Don’t you ever apologize for expressing yourself,” he ordered gently, resting a hand on my shoulder with a small squeeze. “Life is never completely without its challenges. But that’s what keeps it interesting.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! Listen, kid. I think you should do what your heart is telling you to do, 'cause deep down it knows that you'll do the right thing.”

“You think so?"

“I know so. I've been in the industry long enough to know a hero when I see one." he chuckled, a warm encouraging smile spreading across his face now. “You can't force these feelings out, kid. It’s got to come from inside of you,” he said while poking his chest proudly.

"Inside me..." I whispered, looking down at my hands in wonder. I knew what he meant, but what could someone like me feel when I wanted to do these things but couldn't? I knew in my heart of hearts what I wanted.

But would that be enough?

Before I could ponder more he stood and stretched his back, resting his weight on his cane. “Give it some thought, you’ve got time,”

“You’re leaving?”

“You’re not?” he teased before he pointed up to the sky and beamed. “I got a date with the universe soon, kiddo. Can’t keep her waiting.”

“Uh-huh…” was all I could muster as I stood and extended my hand out to him. I didn’t know if he was trying to be funny about his days being numbered or if he genuinely was expecting to travel the universe. Events in Brooklynn made it hard to shoot down either idea and Mr. Lee had a look so believable that for a second I actually believed him. “Well, if I don’t see you for a while...J'espère que tu trouveras ton aventure parmi les étoiles.”

“Oh?”

“It means ‘I hope you find your adventure among the stars,’”

“Ah! Mer...mer...merci!” he stammered before taking my hand in his and beaming at me, a feeling of pride radiating off of him at his accomplishment.

“You hang in there, kid. Your own adventure is going to find you soon enough! Remember,” he added, pointing to his chest once more before pointing to me. I nodded and smiled like some solemn promise had just been made between us and in some strange way, it had.

We said our goodbyes shortly after, a broken ‘au revoir’ from Mr. Lee as he sauntered into his home with delivery in hand while I took to Queenie with a little less weight on my shoulders. I was well over the time allotted for the drop-off, but I knew Renato would understand. It was why I always kept his deliveries for last after all, to have deep conversations that always kicked me back on track to the path I truly wanted to be on.

The path that would set things in motion not even an hour later.

#long post #oc shit #marvelsona #oc x colossus

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shinneth · 5 years

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Gem Ascension Tropes (5XF-specific: R - Y)

Primary General Post ✦ Full Article ✦ Primary Peri Post ✦ Primary 5XF Post

Rage Breaking Point: When 5XF winds up trapped in a temple chamber shortly after making the decision to live independently and distance herself from Peridot and Steven as much as possible, this happens after enough time has passed. When 5XF attempts to use the tablet she stole from Peridot to escape or find any useful information, she’s instead assaulted with pictures and videos of Peridot’s newfound happy life that 5XF honestly doesn’t believe Peridot deserves. Add in the fact that 5XF has no idea what to really do with her life, and it’s effectively The Last Straw that finally breaks her… causing her to rant furiously to herself, blaming Peridot and Steven for this mess. It isn’t long after this that she experiences her Face-Heel Turn.

Ready for Lovemaking: The end of This is Who I Am Chapter 6 shows her patiently waiting in the nude for Sphalerite to join her in bed. Even Sphalerite (who’s every bit on board with this as her) is impressed how quickly 5XF decides this is what she really wants, despite 5XF having very minimal knowledge on the subject with the couple only realizing they’re in love with each other just minutes ago.

Red Oni, Blue Oni: As far as This is Who I Am is concerned, she is very much the Blue to Peridot’s Red. She’s also clearly the Blue to Steven’s Red in Chapter 2.

Redemption Quest: 5XF is pretty much required to go with the Crystal Gems to face Gypsum whether or not she committed horrible, unspeakable acts, but since she did, most are seeing her participation in this mission as this.

The Resenter: Much of 5XF’s struggles and inner conflict stems from how wrong it feels that Peridot ended up not only becoming a better gem, but was blessed with so much freedom to find herself, live her life as she wished, gained a loving family as well as a dedicated boyfriend… meaning unlike all other Peridots, she actually got to experience true love. Then there’s also everything that goes into Peridot’s role as a Chosen One/Unwitting Test Subject that makes her distinct and objectively superior to her kind. She’s basically gone from being a sadistic, sociopathic, backstabbing bitch to now becoming the savior of all gemkind who is now inexplicably a loving, caring, and moral role model. She’s learned to forgive herself for her past transgressions, and even seeing Peridot’s Character Development through a Mental Picture Projector isn’t enough to make 5XF believe any of this is just. While 5XF is to some degree jealous of her sister’s success and good fortune, she earnestly believes this is all far more than what Peridot actually deserves considering what she was like for the vast majority of her short life. Unfortunately, This is Who I Am ramps this trope up to entirely new levels as Sphalerite becomes part of 5XF’s life… and she’s basically at Peridot’s mercy to ever have a chance at seeing her again.

Same Surname Means Related: Invoked by Steven who, much to Peridot’s chagrin, continuously calls 5XF her “big sister” since she’s currently the only other Facet-2F5L Cut-5X Peridot they know is still around.

Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness: Downplayed, at least compared to Peridot.

Sibling Yin-Yang: Zig-Zagged with Peridot. While the two started out having virtually nothing in common, it should be evident in this trope listing alone that 5XF’s new life on Earth has exposed several traits and mannerisms of hers that happen to align with Peridot’s on several occasions. Nearly all of said traits have been revealed with little to no influence from her little sister, so they are genuine shared traits. That being said, 5XF’s core mannerisms consistently contrast with Peridot’s – Garnet even assures 5XF that no Crystal Gem will ever confuse her for Peridot or regard her as a carbon copy. So, while 5XF does have more in common with her sister than she’ll ever care to admit, she easily retains more than enough opposing traits after her Character Development to not only stand out as her own person, but as a Foil to our Hero Protagonist.

Small, Secluded World: While this was also the case with Peridot, this trope is more applicable to 5XF since Peridot did eventually get promoted and moved beyond her initial limited environment on Homeworld. 5XF had no intention of overachieving, so she remained confined to one facet for the majority of her life and seldom met gems that weren’t fellow Peridots. Being so low in the caste system meant her kind had very limited clearance to access areas beyond their workstations.

Sour Outside, Sad Inside: Most apparent in 5XF’s earliest scenes, though it makes a brief comeback in Chapter 4 of This is Who I Am, then returns with a vengeance after Sphalerite defuses in Chapter 7. Generally downplayed, as 5XF does have very prominent Tsundere traits.

Star-Crossed Lovers: With Sphalerite. Being in love with a fusion is by design not meant to last; even a best-case scenario where the two are willing to make the effort to stay together despite that hurdle (which they currently are) is made all the harder to maintain when the fusion 5XF fell in love with is Steven and Peridot’s – two gems she mildly dislikes at best. Since Steven and Peridot are an Official Couple in their own right (and are the protagonists of this continuity), that leaves an unfortunate situation where the two relationships literally can’t coexist. The only chance 5XF has to secure her relationship with Sphalerite would be for Steven and Peridot to forego their individual lives to keep Sphalerite as a perma-fusion similar to Garnet. They not only aren’t willing to make that kind of sacrifice, but the nature of the post-GA state of the world wouldn’t let it happen even if they did concede to trade their individual lives for their fusion. The best 5XF can hope for is for Sphalerite to be formed in the future and pray Steven and Peridot are merciful enough to give the couple any time together. Considering the massive breach of trust caused by 5XF and Sphalerite’s first outing, it’ll be a long time before 5XF can count on seeing her. Unlike most aspects of this continuity, Status Quo is God won’t budge on this.

Starting a New Life: As of This is Who I Am, 5XF’s life as a Homeworld gem is over. She’s the first of millions of refugee gems rescued at the end of GA prior to Homeworld’s destruction to be brought out and face her situation. 5XF is understandably overwhelmed; a completely different planet, the concept of living her own life freely and making her own decisions, and finding out the kind of gem she was truly meant to be; the gem Homeworld tried to keep buried forever. These are all vast improvements to what 5XF had before, but naturally it takes her a while to understand that.

Straight Gem: When paired with Steven or Peridot, 5XF most certainly is.

Street Smart: Exclusive to Homeworld, and yet another shared trait with Peridot. However, this is one area where 5XF outshines her sister; while they had similar strategies for surviving Homeworld life itself, 5XF’s approach was overall a much safer and more sensible way to go. Her curious nature combined with her emphasis on caution (an aspect her sibling largely lacked) made 5XF very knowledgeable about the world around her and just how low that glass ceiling for her kind was. Although Homeworld no longer exists by the time 5XF becomes an active member of the cast, her knowledge still proves to be useful, and can offer the Crystal Gems unique insight on how to approach the rest of the refugee gems when they’re liberated. She overall has the best understanding of how the refugees will perceive the Crystal Gems and could be an invaluable asset as a mediator between the two groups.

Successful Sibling Syndrome: Once 5XF accepts that Peridot and the cruel, sadistic 5XG she knew of are one and the same, it doesn’t take long for 5XF to start reeling from this – especially once it’s made apparent that her once-awful sister is now going to be a figurehead and a role model for their fellow kin. In all fairness, most of 5XF’s anguish in this trope stems from the justified sentiments that Peridot’s past history should automatically disqualify her from earning a position where she is to be looked up to. She also feels Peridot in general has done far too much evil to even deserve the happy life she ended up with – finding true love with Steven is especially a sore spot, since 5XF makes it clear their kind never had the personal rights to ever achieve something like that on Homeworld. There are elements of typical superficial sibling-based jealousy (Gypsum actually exploits that to entice 5XF to inherit her powers), and 5XF is all too aware nothing she could do would ever help her stand out as much as her sister. However, those sentiments are largely secondary to the elder Peridot’s strong feelings of how much of an injustice it is that her sister achieved legitimate success at all, based on the horrible crimes that were committed for the majority of her lifespan.

Too Good to Be True: This is how 5XF interprets Steven and Peridot’s efforts in convincing her that Earth is a great place to live and how she’ll enjoy living life on her terms to find out who she truly was meant to be now that the Diamond Authority is no longer around to suppress it. Steven and Peridot apparently tried a little too hard to sell 5XF on this concept, resulting in an initial backfire.

Took a Level in Kindness: Starting with This is Who I Am Chapter 6, 5XF is actively doing what she can to atone for her malicious actions in the previous two chapters. She takes calls for Steven and Peridot while they’re incapacitated and even makes a point to inform Lapis that she and Peridot are due to have an important conversation after the vacation ends in the interest of preparing Lapis for what Peridot will have to say to her. While Sphalerite was definitely the biggest influence in getting 5XF to better herself, the truth is that her lingering guilt from what she put Steven and Peridot through makes 5XF resolved to properly atone, even if it means she’ll face a harsh punishment for it.

Tsundere: Contrasts with Peridot here, as she’s more of a tsuntsun Type 1 (with a dash of the Type 2), but does share the deredere Type 6 trait.

Uptight Loves Wild: Being very sophisticated and mild-mannered compared to her sister while not living on Earth long enough to really know how to live by her own rules (her one attempt backfired in a very traumatizing way), 5XF was definitely enchanted by Sphalerite’s more casual, free-spirited approach to life and discovering her true identity through exploring the world on her own terms, opposed to the heavy front-loading of exposition that Peridot and Steven fed her.

Vengeance Feels Empty: After taking her frustrations out on Peridot and Steven throughout Chapters 4 and 5 of This is Who I Am, 5XF finds that she isn’t feeling any kind of fulfillment or catharsis while she watches the traumatized pair sob into each other’s arms. If anything, it makes 5XF feel like a monster, and she soon wholeheartedly regrets her actions enough to strive for atonement.

Willing Channeler: Albeit her decision was made while under duress in a very fragile emotional state, 5XF nonetheless agreed to a binding contract with Gypsum, despite the latter being nothing more than a voice in 5XF’s head. She did this in order to have the ability to ward away Steven and Peridot, but the surge of power twisted her mind and compelled her to go much further than that. 5XF has since acknowledged her consent to this power was a mistake and is resolved to atone for what she did as Gypsum’s power vessel. However, now that 5XF is bound to a Clingy MacGuffin that happens to contain Gypsum’s consciousness, it’s very likely 5XF’s consent will be irrelevant when Gypsum is revisited in the future.

Worth Living For: 5XF was very cynical about the concept of “living for herself” on an alien planet she knew nothing about primarily because she lacked this trope. When she met Sphalerite, that finally changed. After getting to know her, 5XF has been much more receptive to embracing Earth as her new home and looks forward to building her new life on her own terms.

You Are Number Six: Called 5XF for short, but played with in that as of This is Who I Am, Steven intends to think up a more legitimate name for her (as he plans to do for all the other refugees). He’s even willing to let 5XF choose her own if she doesn’t like any of his ideas.

You Can’t Go Home Again: Since 5XF doesn’t have much inherent love for Homeworld and didn’t spare a tear upon learning of its fate, this is generally downplayed. However, by Chapters 4 & 5 of This is Who I Am, when 5XF attempts to split away from Steven and Peridot to live solely on her own terms, she’s finding little reason to actually want to live on Earth – at the same time, she’s now aware the Homeworld colonies won’t be safe for her, and the fact that Homeworld isn’t even an option for her does cause her distress, as it leaves 5XF completely clueless as to where she belongs. By Chapter 6, however, 5XF has completely moved past this trope; with Sphalerite in her life at this point, she’s already decided home is wherever the fusion will be. 5XF has also gotten a positive touring experience on Earth, with certain memorable features further enticing her to embrace this planet as her new home.

#gem ascension #gem ascension tropes #gem re:ascension #tv tropes #this is who i am #steven universe #steven universe oc #5xf #stevidot #peridot #su peridot #garnet #su garnet #su ruby #jasper #su jasper #gypsum #sphalerite #headcanon

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askweisswolf · 6 years

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For day 5 of Freezerburn Week, Fake Relationship. Also set in Arranged Marriage AU, because arranged marriage is basically a fake relationship on steroids.

Everyone in the kingdom of Atlas thought their marriage was fake.

The worst part was that in a way, Weiss knew they weren’t wrong—not completely. If she was being logical about it, she could admit to herself that the whole foundation for her marriage to Yang was, if not fake, at least wrong compared to what was considered normal in other kingdoms. Their actual courtship had happened after they were married, and it love had happened even later after that point. They hadn’t married for love, but for business.

The CEO of Schnee couldn’t blame people for considering that kind of marriage—that kind of relationship, in general—to be fake. There was no romance in a business transaction, especially when it hadn’t been their choice to begin with. For Weiss, the matter of arranged marriages ran in her family, and she had been doomed by her father’s greed when his attempt to marry Winter to James Ironwood in order to strengthen his hold in the military had backfired magnificently. She had never had a choice in the matter, once Winter had been out of the equation.

Yang…

Well, Yang had probably had a choice, if she’d really wanted to keep the ability for it. She hadn’t had to marry into Schnee in order to gain the funds Ruby would need for her treatments after her leg had been mauled by Grimm. Her father hadn’t needed Taiyang’s small blooming weapons shop on an island in Vale, but he had certainly wanted it. It had given the family a rare position of power in the negotiation, compared to most.

But in the end, it hadn’t really been a choice for her, either. Ruby was Yang’s little sister, and even as a child putting her first came as easily to the blonde as breathing.

In the end, neither of them had ever had a choice. Not really.

That didn’t make what people considered a real relationship. It certainly didn’t make what people considered a real marriage. It would have seemed odd in other kingdoms, but even in Atlas the arrangement had raised some eyebrows due to Yang’s out of kingdom status and her relatively low social standing compared to her future wife. It was almost petty that that of all things made the people of Atlas consider their marriage fake, compared to other kingdoms, but such was the way of Atlas. Weiss had learned to not question it a long time ago.

And logically, she knew they were right.

It was a funny thing, though, how she knew that logically but couldn’t agree with it emotionally.

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The times when Yang had to go on business trips were few and far between; her official job was to manage the interests and well-being of her family’s weapon store in Schnee, to help it continue to expand and grow while also steering it to still benefit the Dust that the family had been using now for generations to fuel their business. That said, most of her travel as a result was either throughout Atlas or to her home kingdom of Vale, where her family had started.

But every once in awhile, something called her attention to Mistral—specifically, the discussion of her father’s weapon modifications and designs in their tournament fights. It hadn’t been something she could resolve in Atlas or in Vale, and so she had gone to Mistral to handle the business.

Such travels were few and far between for her compared to Weiss, but they did still happen. And perhaps it was because it happened so rarely in the first place, but the white-haired young woman found that she really missed her wife. Even the presence of their young dog at her feet didn’t do much to ease the ache.

Throwing herself into work, even late at night, helped a little bit. Not as much as she would have liked, though.

Weiss was about to give up and call it a night—it was getting late, and missing Yang aside she still had work tomorrow, so she needed to sleep—when her scroll rang. She blinked, quickly going through her brain for any calls she still owed for work, before it clicked for her who would be calling her this late at night.

The moment it did, she answered the call and put it on video, shifting carefully as she kept her sleeping dog in mind. “Yang?”

Her face filled the screen, golden hair falling into lilac eyes, and she smiled the moment their eyes met. “Hey, princess.” It was soft, just as mindful of Dusty as she was. “I didn’t wake you or anything, did I?”

“No, no.” The Schnee CEO brushed her own hair out of her eyes, settling back against her pillows and discreetly shifting to hide her work. “I was just about to go to sleep, actually, so this is perfect. Did you just land?”

“Just got off the airship officially, yeah. Was going to go get settled in my hotel and get some dinner.” The blonde didn’t bother trying to muffle her yawn. “I’m pretty glad I don’t have any meetings set up until tomorrow, I just got here and I’m already shot. I have no idea how you do this on a semi-regular basis, babe.”

Weiss smiled. “You get used to it after awhile, don’t worry. And I’m sure food, a shower, and some sleep will have you ready for tomorrow.”

“I’d be even better off if you were here.”

“… I’d be there with you if I could, love.”

“I know, I know. Hey.” Yang softened considerably. “You’re fine, Weiss, really. I just miss you. I’ll be home soon enough. This has just been annoying, especially with—well, you know. People talk.”

She had to bite back a sigh at that, and she had the feeling she didn’t quite succeed by the low chuckle her wife released. “They always talk.”

“Right? You’d think after we’ve been married a few years, they would have stopped. Doesn’t make me angry anymore, at least. Normally I’d find it funny even, especially when they make assumptions, but… I’m too tired right now.”

“Aw, honey.” The smile came back, with the flood of warmth that bloomed from her chest and spread throughout her body. “Get settled in, okay? We’ll talk again tomorrow morning. Thankfully the time difference between Mistral and Atlas isn’t big, so we’ll be able to talk pretty easily.”

“About time something gave us a break. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, snowflake. Love you.”

“I love you too, Yang. Sweet dreams. I’ll see you in the morning.”

The call ended there. Weiss gazed at her scroll for a moment, checked the time, then turned it off and set it aside. Her advice to her wife was probably advice she should take herself; now was the time to go to sleep. Anything she needed to do could be done in the morning.

She would still miss Yang—she’d miss Yang until she came back from Mistral. But at least that would be dulled somewhat with calls. And soon, she would be home.

Their marriage wasn’t real, by the normal definition of the word. Weiss knew that logically.

She was starting to find though that in some ways, she preferred emotion to logic.

And she’d never been what one would consider normal, anyway.

#rwby #freezerburn #freezerburn week #Yang Xiao Long #Weiss Schnee #freezerburn arranged marriage au #my writing

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icarusatmidnight · 6 years

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Magic backfires. Everyone knows this.

Talking about that is another question entirely though. It's far easier to gossip, to tsk-tsk in haughty tones behind closed hands with every sad case that makes the headlines. 'Such a wonderful life cut short.' 'Why anyone would try is just beyond me.' 'Playing with such dangerous things, what did they even expect.' For those who survive to live with their burns, it can feel honestly damning at times.

Not for Oleander Thistle though! People can talk behind his back all they want. It doesn't change the fact that he made it out of his alive and that in and of itself will always be glorious. Besides, the pariah life suits just him fine. The less questions asked, the better, yeah? Yeah. So, of course, when his roommate come home with a half of dozen bland-looking flyers advertising some support group for people burnt by magic, Oleander can't helped but laugh.

'Because just as Icarus didn't die because of his mistake, neither did we for ours. We fall into silence though, biting tongues at everyone's opinions and we are shunned when we talk ourselves! Not anymore! Join us at the Small Hours Diner on Tuesdays and Thursdays between 12am-2am because it doesn't have to be that way. We can talk, we can plan and we can fix ourselves for the better!!'

It's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!! Still, the words keep finding their way back into his head without his permission as the week passes on. 'Fix ourselves for the better,' it says and Oleander wonders...

How bad could one meeting really be?

Hiya, guys! Today, let's talk about one of my passion projects, Icarus at Midnight!

Icarus at Midnight is a story about three twentysomething year old insomniacs that attend an informal support group for magical trauma as they try to come to terms with what happened to them. They also maybe might try to become gods. The wording is pretty unclear (and you can absolutely blame Kingcup for that~).

Set in a magic solarpunky version of Earth, much of our older history remains similar though not exactly the same (like Icarus not dying, he burns himself with magic instead and falls into the Inbetween) and the newer bits just don't flat exist! Magic itself has been known entity throughout the whole of history but it is absurdly temperamental to use. As a result, people have a strained relationship with it. For for small every-day practices, changing hair or watering plants when you’re just on the edge of too tired or just sweeping the house, it’s pretty common to use. Like, playgrounds and subways tend to be littered with small graffiti-sigils. But using magic for anything more significant then that? You’re not playing with fire, you’re playing with a lit stick of dynamite.

Magic will always backfire. If not today, then surely tomorrow.

Despite all the warnings though, all the strict lectures, all the corny psas, people still get hurt and society in most of the cases will just blame the user. Because they were warned. It’s not their fault they didn’t listen.

There's also many different beings that live within Earth: humans, witches, faes, werewolves, centaurs and vampires and you know, etc in that direction or so we'll be here all day. They all use magic in different ways but there tends to be a common thread throughout all communities that you need to be careful when using it.

Basically, it's a pretty modern-magic setting because I've always been way too into the idea of redcap blood-drives and 'do for vine' magical dares. Like, can you even imagine?! :D <3 I just love the idea of people being people and using magic for both fantastical and especially mundane reasons!

The actual story follows the lives of three members of Icarus as they slowly deal with their own magical trauma, learn about each other and the world at large and fall down that beautiful hole known as friendship. They also start changing their selves but for the better or for the worse, we’ll see~ ;3 ;3 ;3

Oleander Thistle, twenty two year old delivery kid. Reserved and snarky, Oleander is the main character of Icarus. As noted above, he's actually pretty okay with the whole magically burned thing. He has a bigger plans than getting down about something from his past, like sitting through all the worst b-movies he can find and thrift shopping!! \m/!! He joins Icarus mostly to shut up his roommate and stays because he finds Kingcup entertaining as all heck (and good questionable diner food too). That girl is something special~.

Datura Kingcup, twenty three year old archivist. Passionate and stubborn, Kingcup is a former child prodigy in terms of magical theory and practice, earning praise from many of the Academia Circles until one day, she suddenly quit magic cold turkey. It’s anyone’s guess why, but given she’s the sole founder of Icarus at Midnight… Well. It seems pretty obvious in retrospect now, yeah? She's very much the type of person to drag society kicking and screaming to her expectations though, not the other way around so she's not gonna let a societal taboo keep her down! This is probably why her and Olea got along like two peas in a pod~.

Thyme Oxeye, twenty one year old stage hand. Silly and empathetic, Thyme walks the tight line between being a blessed saint and a disaster of a trashcan fire. He moved to Dead Leaves by himself a few years back, supporting himself via lots of odd jobs while deeply missing his family back home in the Romneya Backwoods. It's very frequent to find him in the company of animals too, they're just so cute!! He joins Icarus mostly on an anxious whim, hoping maybe he can figure out a way to get back home while attending. So, fingers crossed!!

My plan is hopefully to do a major post a week, like on a character or a location within the world or Dead Leaves itself or just some concept in the world. I think that’ll be a bit fun. c: If there’s anything or anyone y’all are specifically curious about, shoot me a dm or an ask please! <3

Also! If people would like to added or removed from my tag list, please feel free to shoot me a dm or ask too. c: Now, I’ll off to change a few tags around! I can’t go on using Wormwood for Olea when every time my mind screams Thistle. I’m just gonna give in. :’l

@areixs @reeseweston @mirror-of-too-many-books @missrobinswritings @hiddswritingrefs @merigreenleaf @candlelitwriting @dreamvevo @fannistwrites @loopyhoopydrabbles @rain-likes-to-ramble

#icarus at midnight #writeblr #long post #i did a thing and i'm kinda panicking but hey!#i did it!#hope you guys enjoy it #since my summary on the writeblr list was a bit vague

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clarafell · 6 years

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Homura has never been confident...

When Homura resets each timeline and transfers into the same classroom, Homura is surrounded by students with HIGH EXPECTATIONS of the new transfer student. The spotlight is on her and she HATES it to the core. They expect her to be super cool or super interesting instead of a meek and weak girl. They expect her to be someone that she isn’t. After realizing that she isn’t who THEY BUILT HER up to be, they flock away from her. She has seen their interest in her lower and lower when they realize that she isn’t someone they were expecting her to be. (”She doesn’t speak...she isn’t that smart...why is she just staring like that...”) When the spotlight lands on her time and time again, she would rather be in the back instead of in the uncomfortable spotlight. When she comes back to an empty home and looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see someone cute or pretty. She sees a person who isn’t worth anything. A disappointment to her family and a disappointment to the other puella magis. A disappointment to her classmates. Getting isolated in the hospital for long periods of time, she does not get out as much as she would like. She doesn’t like her body or how her body made it harder to face witches. With or without the puella magi aspect in verses, Homura would not like looking at herself. She would stare at herself in the mirror and criticize her every flaw. To stay composed and calm, she avoids the mirror as much as possible. She uses too many cute filters when tries to take a selfie of herself in order to try to boost her confidence. She has tried using cute little filters and just taking a plain selfie in the past. She tries cute poses in the mirror that she has seen other girls her age do and mimics them. She messes with her hair, trying to find something to make her look better. She tries a lot when she gathers the courage to do it. She always fails in her own eyes. It was weird how she saw beauty in the world and yet saw no beauty in herself. Even then, the beauty in the world seemed to fade with each and every reset...

Putting a hair clip in her hair to make her hair from her face proves to be a hard challenge for Homura. She immediately removes the hairpin because she doesn’t like the way she looks. Same with clothes and makeup and pretty much everything at one point in time. Each attempt to try something new always results in her stepping away from it as soon as possible. She’s had suggestions to try new things a little longer and see how it feels such as wearing the hair clip in public for at least a single day. When she gets those suggestions, Homura truthfully tries to follow out those simple requirements and later crumbles down in disgust when she can’t do it properly. When it all backfires on her or when she feels like people are staring at her, she runs away. She throws away all those new things that looked cute and harmless to try out until those new things proved to be one big hassle. She just doesn’t like her appearance. When she looks in the mirror, she sees someone who isn’t desirable at all. She doesn’t like her curves, her arms, her stomach. She doesn’t like her face, mouth, nose, or even her eyes. She hates her hair the most along with her eyes too. She’s very glad that she wears glasses since that means she can hide with those glasses. As an overall person with bad mental health even before becoming a puella magi, Homura has horrible self esteem and lacks confidence in general. When she did become a puella magi, her low self esteem got even worse when she quickly realized she didn’t meet the requirements of a puella magi like the other girls. She got too tired quickly and couldn’t even kill a target and her soul gem got dirty more than normal due to her flowing negativity in her veins over herself. If she is ever stared at or harassed in any form, she allows it to happen simply because she barely cares about her own well being and her own life. It is only when she is in serious danger does she do something about those troubling her. Due to being born with a sick body, Homura has easily become bruised a lot and she also gets sick very easily too. After her heart surgery, she has gained a horrible scar down near her chest area. While it has faded over time and can easily be avoided, Homura avoids wearing anything that reveals her body. Aside from her surgery scar, she has faded and thin scars on her arms due to self-harm in the past. She heard that the body is a temple and should be treated like one. She does not treat her temple very nicely at all.

It has been made very clear that Homura cares way more about other people’s comfort and well beings than she does with herself. She wants her friends to be safe and happy. She is willing to sacrifice her own safety, comfort, happiness, and her own life for that to become reality. If someone calls her cute, she will not believe it. She will brush it off. No matter how many times she’s told by friends or strangers or even someone she deeply loves, she cannot believe it. She truthfully tries to believe it and yet she struggles to even accept a compliment. Even if the most honest person on Earth had told her that she was cute and perfect the way she is, Homura will doubt them. She might look flustered on the outside and she’ll definitely try to be thank the person. But deep down, she is doubting them and curling into herself. Just imagine Homura looking at herself in the mirror, trying to tell herself she’s pretty. But the words are unable to get out. She stands there trembling on the verge of tears, trying to look away from the reflection. She’s a very insecure girl and she needs people to cheer her own even if she denies their help— Never really having a true school experience or a real experience as a growing teenager due to her poor mental health, it has taken a lot out of her. Never really being allowed to form a relationship beyond acquaintances due to her unsociable personality, Homura had it worse in both childhood and her early teens. Not knowing how to make friends, she was often left friendless. In order to become friends, it is necessary for someone to take control and lead her into a friendship just like Madoka did. Someone to make the first move because Homura is too anxious, too scared, too insecure, and not that experienced in taking the lead. There is a rare exception when she makes the first move - this is often when she is fighting witches and helping a victim. Due to her instincts and how her body moves like clockwork in the battles, she automatically moves to help the victim after she defeats the enemy. Homura is so focused on making sure the victim is alive and okay and not injured is when she takes control by helping them. Even then, it is normally another puella magi who manages to get to the victim first and help them. When she is fighting alongside another puella magi, she often handles the leftovers and cleans up and stays in the background. She is always in the background. She is always the last resort for someone. She is so adjusted to being rejected and or abandoned. The other more stronger and brighter and sociable fighters confront the victim. Just like how the brighter people in life seem to have a better grip on everything. But when she is alone in a battle and must help? She fights harder and also panics more and eventually does try to be the victim’s guiding light. She treats to their wounds before her own wounds via her soul gem’s magic. She talks to them as much as possible (despite being so anxious) just to make sure that everything’s okay. Alone with a survivor after a fight is where she somehow shines and yet also hides within her own little bubble at the same time. Outside of battle? Even if someone is hurting outside of the horrible witch barriers, she would try to confront them meekly and help them. Even if that means stepping out of her comfort zone and being too petrified to form sentences. Eventually, she looks away and walks away in defeat instead of stubbornly trying to help. She blames herself for not being able to shine a light in that person’s darkness. All of these little issues and big issues alike add more fuel to the fire that is her self-loathing. Similar to how she runs away from people, she runs away from her own reflection. She runs away from mirrors and from the past and from beautiful opportunities that sound too overwhelming...

As Homura develops even more as a person, Homura still dislikes herself and hates how mirrors tease her. If she is told to look at herself in the mirror for a short period of time, she will automatically think she is being punished. When she looks at herself in the mirror, she hates herself a little bit more. Mirrors have taunted her when she was at her worst and mirrors have reminded her that she is still pathetic. When confronted with one, she would cringe or look away or even get caught off guard. Mirrors have not liked her and she doesn’t like them either. But she adores looking at someone else in mirrors, though! Especially the small circle of friends that she (somehow) manages to find and actually belong in even for a short time! If her friend wanted her to be in front of a mirror with them for whatever reason, she would force herself to do it just for them and their happiness!

#❛ ✧ ┊ dead melodies in the bone. headcanon.#❛ ✧ ┊ your silver garden. queue.

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How CPAP Changed My Life My Story (Before and After) – Sleep Apnea Essentials

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How CPAP Changed My Life My Story (Before and After) – Sleep Apnea Essentials

Sleep apnea can be a life ruining condition. If it goes untreated, there are short term and long term problems. This is something most people have heard before, but can easily brush off. But I am going to share with you my journey. How my life was before CPAP, how I was diagnosed, and how my life is going after CPAP. Maybe this is something that you can relate to. Maybe this will encourage you to talk to your doctor, get tested, and if needed, use PAP therapy treatment to better your life

So here is my CPAP story. What I was going though, why I got tested, and how it went when I got my CPAP.

Life Before CPAP

When it started

So I am not the typical sleep apnea patient. When I first started to realize my sleep problem was not normal, I was 29 years old. In the beginning, I started off not being of clear mind in the morning. I would have to drag myself out of bed and rush to work at the last minute. Every morning I craved an extra 5 more minutes of sleep.

So far, nothing to outrageous. These were problems a lot of people were dealing with. But next thing I noticed, after being a proud night owl, I was going to bed much earlier. I was starting to go to bed around 10:30 pm and sleeping until 8 am. And I was still groggy the next day and kept craving to take a nap mid day. I stopped going out with my friends, even on weekends.

This seemed unusual to me, and I actually had my yearly checkup with my doctor. I shared my concerns with my doctor. This doctor always seemed fine to me, she always had a holistic approach at the start, and that worked for me. Because of my age, she recommended exercise.

This made sense to me. I was nearing 30 and I was getting out of shape. I wasn’t obese, I was a 5 10 male and about 200 lbs. But lack of exercise would explain my poor sleep. So I did start doing light exercising again. Unfortunately, this made me more tired and it backfired on me.

Things took a bit of a nosedive, because I ended up getting fired from my job. It was not related to my sleep problems, thankfully. But my new lifestyle didn’t help my sleep problems. I patched together several full time jobs, which gave me a crazy work schedule. I would wake up at 4 am to help out on a morning radio show, I would leave the show at 9 am to do some real estate work, and in the evening I would work at business events.

Although my sleep was getting worse, I blamed it all on my crazy work schedule. Although I enjoyed what I was doing, I knew I would need a normal job with a normal schedule.

When I knew there might be something medically wrong

So I did end up getting a normal job with a normal schedule after 6 months of piecing work together. The pay was decent and the benefits were great. I tried to adjust to the normal schedule and I really wasn’t noticing a difference. But the fresh start did give me a push to get out and start having a social life and get back to dating.

Being Single and almost 30 was not for me. Especially when I was just sitting at home to go to bed early. I met a beautiful girl online. We clicked right away. But I started to notice that I was always wanting to leave our dates by 11 pm. Nothing to do with her, I was just tired. And in a way, this was making me guilty.

To make matter worse, although I was thriving at my new job, I noticed I had really bad anxiety in the morning. I would wake up really anxious, almost like I was minutes away from a panic attack. But like clockwork, I noticed the anxiety was calming down around 1:00 or 2:00 and I would feel fine the rest of the day.

Another thing that I noticed was that I was starting to wake up in the middle of the night, a lot. It was very easy for me to fall asleep, but very hard for me to stay asleep. I would fall asleep, and I would have these VERY vivid dreams. They weren’t nightmares, just dreams that felt very real. I would always wake up from these dreams. I would then check the time, and it would be like 11:30 pm and shrugged it off.

I would fall asleep right away, and the vivid dreams would start again, usually something different. It would be like these dreams would go on for hours. Then I would wake up, and check the time. The time would be like 11:40 pm….. Was I only asleep for 10 minutes? The dreams felt like hours. And going through a whole night of barely sleeping like this, I knew this was part of the problem. Was it stress? that made the most sense to me. But what came next is what pointed me to anther direction.

That beautiful girl I was dating? Lucky me, she was very understanding and put up with me. Even though my lack of sleep made me cranky, she saw past that and saw the real me. We reached that point where we started spending nights together. This was a new experience for me, with this being the first person I was sleeping with since the sleep problem escaladed.

As how it was before, I fell asleep and the vivid dreams would start up. But this time, rather than waking up and checking the time, it was different. I was woken up by my girlfriend who was concerned. She said I had been snoring, but she was worried when I started to make a choking sound. I assured her I was ok and we went back to sleep.

It didn’t take long for her to have to wake me up again. This time she said I was still choking but then I stopped breathing and it really scared her. This surprised me, because I don’t recall snoring, choking, or the stop breathing. It seems like something I would remember, but I could recall were the vivid dreams. But I knew she wasn’t lying to me, she wouldn’t do that.

At this moment, I knew it was serious, and I needed to look into it more.

The Diagnosis

I tried to make an appointment with my doctor, but she was pretty well booked for months. This was urgent for me, because I did not want to lose this girl and this was for sure to be a problem. I picked a new doctor that was close by and was able to see me the following week. He was a family medicine doctor, not a specialist.

Although it was a routine physical, I shared with him my concerns. I mostly talked about the choking that my girlfriend noticed, as well as things I did like the anxiety and always feeling fatigue. Rather than tell me to just exercise, He said he was ordering a sleep test. He said with my age (being 30 now) it wasn’t likely that I had a sleep disorder. But he said he wanted to check just because of my symptoms.

He also told me that if my results are negative, not to worry because there were other things he can look for so I can start feeling better. The test was an at home sleep test. It was a pocket device with tubes and wires. I set it up, and used it that night without any trouble. I had doubts I did it correctly.

I brought it to the sleep lab in person. The tech said the doctor would get the results in about 3 days, and the doctor’s office would call me with the results. The tech also said there was plenty of data in the machine and I did use it correctly. That was a relief.

The VERY next day, get a call from the sleep lab. They had my results. The lab tech said my results came to be a 46 AHI and had obstructive sleep apnea. I had no idea what that meant, but I would later find out that an AHI less than 5 was normal and anything over 30 was considered severe. The sleep tech wanted me to have a titration study done immediately to see if I would qualify for PAP therapy.

Titration and Road to CPAP

The titration test had to be done in a facility in my case. I would spend overnight in a sleep lab where they would connect me to a CPAP. Throughout the night, a tech would monitor me on camera and change settings to see if it made my sleep apnea worse, better, or the same. When I got to the lab, there was a group of maybe 6 other patients. I was the only one that looked to be under 65.

I was in a room by myself with all the machine stuff hooked up to me. The staff was nice. I remember I didn’t bother watching TV and went to bed right away and fell asleep. I had vivid dreams as I usually did, but I wasn’t waking up like I usually would. I know I did, but it wasn’t as often.

There was really only one time that night I REALLY remember waking up. Reason I remembered was because when I woke up, there were about 3 techs surrounding me frantically checking on me. Apparently they told me that I stopped breathing for a couple seconds and was gasping for air. I don’t remember this at all, but it sure scared them. I guess that whatever setting they had me on at that moment, they knew that wasn’t right for me.

I woke up the next morning. I was still sleepy, but I could feel a new world awaiting me. I took the day off of work, because I didn’t know what to expect. I went straight home…. and yes, I went to sleep.

CPAP (or BIPAP) To The Rescue

The lab decided that I did qualify for PAP therapy treatment. They originally wanted my to have a normal CPAP, but my doctor changed the order to a BIPAP machine. My insurance covered 100% of DME thankfully.

I had the option to pick up the BIPAP in person and a sleep tech walked me through how to use it. It was a bit complicated when she explained it. Especially the cleaning part. There were so many parts to it I wasn’t sure I could remember it all.

But I took that home ready to use it my first night. I have to say, I had an amazing sleep. I woke up the next day feeling more refreshed than I have felt in a long time. One of the negative things I had the first day was this post nasal drip. I must have blown my nose a 100 times in the first couple hours of waking up. Thankfully, this really only happened the first night.

Even though I felt refreshed, I felt far from perfect. I still was having anxiety, I did feel more fatigue compared to others, and I still wanted to go to bed early and sleep late. And although I loved my BIPAP, things with it were not perfect. I noticed most mornings I would wake up and see that I turned the machine off in the middle of the night and took my mask off.

I had no memory of doing that, but from my machine data, I only was using the BIPAP about 3 hours a night. But I wanted to get better. I wanted to have a life again. So despite me taking the mask off in the middle of the night, I kept at it. I tried different things like using the CPAP while reading so my body could get used to it.

But persistence I think was the best thing. Just not giving up and keep trying. Eventually I was able to use the BIPAP machine all night. After 3 months, I noticed my mood had gotten better. I was happier and enjoyed doing things again. The anxiety I felt reached more normal levels and was not a day to day struggle anymore. I didn’t have the need to take any naps during the day. I was able to wake up and tackle the mornings. I got to stay up late on the weekends like a normal young person.

And that girl I was dating? I proposed to her a few years later. She really was the person that made it “click” for me that I really needed to talk to a doctor about it. And my doctor taking things seriously, and the PAP therapy following up as my treatment, I live a better life now.

Conclusion

Everyone has a different body, lifestyle, and situation. I share this, not because I believe anyone with my symptoms can have the same experience. But lack of sleep can really ruin a life at any age. If you are struggling with sleep for whatever reason, I urge you to talk to your doctor. Go over options about testing to get some clear answers. And if test results come out negative, keep looking with your doctor. Getting a good night’s sleep is critical.

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