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nightfang22 · 1 year

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Get Angry

As a special treat for my friend @p34ch-tr33 who always pulls out my best work! Enjoy!

TW:Angst,smut insinuation,alcohol,18+

A tear runs down my cheek as I blow out the last candle on the cake. 20 candles nearly completely melted, wax mixed with icing, I sat alone in the dark as I waited for him. He should've been here 5 hours ago. Kenny promised this year would be different. He promised. I scroll through my Snapchat just looking at people's stories and watching dog videos. I clicked on Stan's story expecting to see cute photos of Sparky or videos with Wendy. What I saw broke my heart. Stan's story was filled with nothing but videos of a party at Kenny's house. I could see Wendy and Bebe taking shots and Cartman and Heidi making out. Butters was hitting on some poor drunk girl in the corner and Kyle was playing video games. Craig and Tweek were watching Jimmy break dance on a cardboard box in the middle of the room. I choked back a hard sob stuck in my throat but ultimately I failed. Then I remembered what my father told me when I was little: Don't cry, get mad. And when you get mad, get even. I picked myself up and brushed myself off, tossing the ruined cake in the garbage before fixing my makeup. I grabbed my keys and sped off in my car to Kenny's house.

Ever since Kenny's dad got that oil rig job and is never home anymore, Kenny hasn't really been Kenny. We used to celebrate each other's birthdays together all the time when we were kids but he's missed the last couple of years. He always made it up to me in the end but this time he completely forgot and didn't invite me to his party! I'll show him. I pull into Kenny's driveway and get out of my car. I knock on the door but there's no answer. 'Maybe the music is too loud for them to hear anything else?' So I knock again but louder. Stan opens the door looking back over his shoulder laughing at something before turning his head to face me. His eyes widen in shock. "(Y/N), what are you doing here?" He has a glass in his hand that has a golden brown liquid in it. I relieve him of his glass and down it. 'Hm, Kenny's dad's Scotch from the fancy liquor cabinet.' "I just came to say hi to Kenny and to remind him of the date. You know, since he didn't invite me to his little shindig." I said through gritted teeth. Stan is just staring at me dumbfounded before saying, "What? Kenny told us you couldn't make it cause you were sick. Everyone was asking about you." I smile softly and hug him. That makes me feel a teensy bit better. "Thank you, Stan. Where's Kenny?" I ask, my voice now calm and soft. Stan steps aside to let me in and points over to his dad's recliner where Kenny is sat watching Kyle play Nintendo. I give Stan back the empty glass and march over to Kenny. I stand in front of him, blocking his view of Kyle's game. I see his eyes widen for but a moment before I kick him square in the junk. "KENNY MCCORMICK, YOU ARE THE WORST FRIEND AND BIGGEST ASSHOLE I'VE EVER MET AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING CONSIDERING WE'VE KNOWN CARTMAN OUR WHOLE GODDAMN LIVES!" I scream at him in front of everyone. He's not wearing his parka so I have a full view of his face and just how red his cheeks are from embarrassment. The music suddenly stops and the whole room falls silent as everyone has their eyes on us. "NOT ONLY DO YOU THROW A PARTY AND TELL EVERYONE I'M SICK BUT YOU FORGET MY GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY FOR THE THIRD YEAR IN A MOTHERFUCKING ROW, YOU PIECE OF ABSOLUTE DOGSHIT! I HOPE YOU GET TOSSED ONTO A PIKE YOU SON OF A BITCH! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS BUT I THINK THAT KENNY KABOBS SOUND PRETTY GODDAMN GOOD RIGHT ABOUT NOW!" And I kick him square in the junk one more time. Just for good measure, of course. "Okay everyone, let the party continue! It is my birthday, after all!" I slit my eyes in Kenny's direction when I say the word 'birthday'.

The music starts up again and everyone goes back to partying like nothing even happened. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a heavy drink when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I roll my eyes sighing. Spinning around, I say "Kenny, I'm not sorry for kicking you in the balls and I'm especially not sorry for crashing your party, either." But when I spin around I am not met with blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I am met with messy black hair peeking out of a cute blue hat. "I'm not sorry you did either of those things, too. He really deserved it." It's Craig. I look up at his rather tall frame. Craig has towered over me since we were little. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were Kenny." He fakes being wounded in the chest. "Ouch, (Y/N). That bad, huh?" I could only laugh at his cheesy joke and brush his arm as I reply, "Nah, you're way cuter." His cheeks turn bright pink and that's when I notice Kenny watching out of the corner of my eye. I wrap my arms around Craig's neck and pull him in. We start to makeout and he has me pressed up against the wall. I break away only to pull him up the staircase to Kenny's bedroom. I open the door as Craig takes off his shirt. I turn to him as he pins me to the door, shutting it. He pulls my shirt off and unclasps my bra. He moves me to the bed and takes his hat off, placing it gently atop my head. Removing my skirt and undergarments, Craig kisses his way up my legs before he has me pinned beneath him. I never thought that my first time would be like this. As a revenge tactic with someone I didn't love. Especially not with Craig Tucker. He's leaning down to kiss me again when the door slams wide open. Kenny bursts through the door and pulls Craig off of me by the back of his head, slamming him into the wall. I jump up to my elbows. It appears that Craig is rendered unconscious. He's still breathing at least. I can see his chest moving rhythmically. I stare at Kenny as his head turns to me, his breathing hot and heavy. I can see why. He has a raging boner in his jeans. He pulls off his shirt and crawls on top of me. We make very intense and intimate eye contact for a few silent moments. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have forgotten." I clear my throat. "Or lied to everyone about you being sick. Can you please forgive me?" Kenny gives me his best puppy eyes, the ones that always got me to do whatever he wanted when we were little and even still to this day. "Okay, fine. I'll forgive you." He smiled at me softly kissing me on the lips. "You weren't really about to give away what's mine to Craig, right?" I shake my head while giggling. He chuckles. "Good. Now let me give you your birthday gift." He strips his bottoms and I flip him over. "Let me." I whisper. I get real close to his face before I whisper, "Nice try, asshole." I sit back up and slap him across the face. "You could never have me no matter how bad you want me, McCormick." I spit in his face as I got up, Craig's hat still atop my head. I saunter over to the door taking a final turn to look at Kenny. "You'd just die on me anyways, you fucking flip phone." Those were the last words I ever spoke to Kenny McCormick as I left him laying there confused and sexually frustrated with his cock out in a room with an unconscious Craig.

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Assorted Johnny Headcanons

Johnny wears a ring with a rabbit mask on it as a symbol of his dad’s gang. While they aren’t really a gang anymore (and arguably were never one in the first place), Marcus still insists he wears it just in case.

He was absolutely the quiet kid in school and kept to himself.

His jacket was originally his dad’s and a lot of his childhood photos have his mother wearing it as well. He got the jacket when he was 13, after numerous school calls telling Marcus that the staff was worried about Johnny’s lack of social life, in an attempt to make his son more confident.

His mother died when he was only six years old. Johnny never fully recovered.

Johnny is extremely overprotective of his jacket and won’t allow anyone to wear it. The first person he did let wear it was Ryan, his boyfriend.

Johnny was raised bilingually and can fluently speak, read, and write both Hindi and English. He also learned ASL when he was in junior high and he practices it a lot.

His favorite color is teal, preferably dark teal.

He pierced his own ears at 14 years old. Marcus nearly had a heart attack (despite the fact he did it himself at 12).

While Marcus was in jail, Johnny proceeded to get three tattoos, a lip piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. He was grounded for a week for not double checking the safety protocol of the shop that did it.

He came out to his family after Sing 1. Turns out, they’d known for years longer than Johnny had.

(Human AU) Johnny found a pitbull mix puppy when he was 15 which he brought home. While Marcus had insisted that they had to take the dog to a shelter in the morning, he gave in after realizing Johnny slept on the floor of the garage to stay with the puppy. Johnny names her Olive.

He lived with Rosita and her family as a foster kid while his dad was in jail.

Johnny has always been small for his age, and a lot of times when he was little, he was assumed to be a lot younger than his actual age.

He doesn’t actually have any real friends before the talent show. Besides the fact he was never the most sociable kid, he was worried that any of his friends would be pulled into his family’s dangerous lifestyle so he kinda kept himself socially distant from his peers.

Johnny is actually the second music prodigy in his family, as while he is a singing prodigy, his mother was a piano prodigy.

His mother taught him to play the piano before he could even walk and Johnny’s happiest childhood memories were playing with her.

His dad met Stan and Barry when he was just six years old so he honestly does not really remember a time when his uncles weren’t involved in his life.

Johnny looks just like his mother. Like is practically her splitting image. The only thing he shares with his dad is his nose and stubborn streak.

Johnny has been diagnosed with a panic disorder, depression, and PTSD. However, those all sprung from his mother’s death instead of the gang, despite what people think. He’s also autistic.

Whenever he is tired or upset, his accent comes across a lot stronger, same as his use of slang.

Johnny considers both Ash and Nooshy to be older siblings of his, and Meena as his younger sister. He also treats them accordingly and will address them as such. It isn’t strange to him mainly due to his dad basically doing the same thing with Stan and Barry when he was little.

He has a fear of hospitals and pretty much everything medical related as it reminds him of his mum and the fact she died in a hospital.

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souryogurt64 · 1 year

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since we’re sort of on the topic: can you explain the whole hating band guys’ wives/gfs from fans and why it happens? i probably am thinking too much on this, but is it just because of teenagers’ fantasies wanting to be with their 30+ idol and that 00.1% of being with them dies with it if they have a partner and even kids? is it them trying to project their ships if they’re into rpf and them dating a girl kills their yaoi fantasies lol. not saying you have to 100% stan their partners or even like them like with what we see on the opposite end of the scales with fan accounts dedicated to wives which is uhhhh but some ladies who do nothing but exist get ruthlessly talked to shreds and their husbands put on pedestals

Yeah I think it's a lot of factors including the ones you listed. I've been a band girl stannie for over 10 years and I feel like I've seen things come full circle from vitriolic hatred to intense stanning to vitriolic hatred of all women. People do stuff like censor Lynz in photos of her and Gerard because she's "problematic," which is very 2009 Livejournal behavior and something Gerard is very strongly against.

Like twenty people are going to unfollow me and I'm going to get 200 angry anons but the line in Foundations of Decay "He gets to die a saint but she will always be a whore" is very clearly referencing gendered double standards. However, no one in the fanbase interprets it this way because acknowledging Gerard even has a wife and has opinions about women deeper than "Don't show your tits to get backstage" would shatter everyones brains and ruin their perception of Gerard as this gay trans icon that is so gay he doesn't get anywhere near icky problematic women. So their fans keep censoring their wife in photos and censoring captions acknowledging they're a couple because she's so horrible you can't even look at her.

Obviously Gerard uses they/them pronouns in addition to he/him and has spoken out about their feelings about gender identity and those intetpretations of his lyrics are important to acknowledge too but that line is pretty obviously talking about gendered double standards.

Obviously Lynz has done some things that really aren't cool, but her chief actual sins seem to be art theft, racism, and being friends with Jimmy Urine, which are all things Gerard has been at least of accused of too-- he was collaborating with Jimmy Urine as recently as 2020 and Jimmy Urine was in the Danger Days music videos but everyone just closes their eyes and points at Lynz.

But anyway, I think some of it is sexual jealousy and some of it is frustration that acknowledging they're into girls too means not every FOB song is about Mikey, maybe 1 or 2 are about his actual former wife. But I also think some of it is misplaced anger and frustration that no matter how smart you are or how good of a musician or artist you are or how successful of a career you have or whatever as a woman, male celebrities are almost always going to go for an influencer or model that's probably 10-15 years younger and wants to have six kids starting at age 22, and even if they want to make music with a girl they'll still pick a 19 year old ten years younger they can easily take advantage of or mistreat, like CS with Victoria and Black Cards with Bebe Rexha. And it can be easy to resent people who happen to be that pretty and happen to get lucky and be in the right place at the right time when they're very, very young and be born rich.

Also like sometimes band wives do really shitty things-- I believe Sarah Urie told an extremely racist joke while Brendon was on livestream. Mike Dirnt's wife is an antivaxxer and a vitriolic transphobe and BJA's wife participated in cyberbullying a teenager her son sexually abused And it sounds like Olivia Wilde prioritized her desire for Shia LaBeouf to be in Don't Worry Darling over Florence Pugh's safety and comfort. But before that ever came out people were calling Olivia Wilde an ugly pedophile because she was dating a 28 year old man-- famous guys date much younger than that all the time and no one ever blinks. But like Meagan doesn't do anything and has no online presence and people just fucking hate her because she's a lady that exists.

I don't really know where I'm going with this but people just hate women so much it is insane-- people get worked up over acknowledging Victoria existed in Cobra at all when Gabe made the same types of offensive jokes she did constantly and he was actually accused of emotional abuse by a female ex band member. Everyone just closes their eyes and points at Victoria.

It's so bad that a lot of band guys tend to be more feminist in this regard than their mostly female base as a whole even though theyre all like shitty and support Johnny Depp lol

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vulpixen · 2 years

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It Was A Start

Hey all! This was formerly meant to be part of the fourth week of forduary entry: Hugs, but I didn’t get around to finishing it in time, but I wanted to finish it that takes place in my Lost and Gained AU. Hope you all enjoy it all the same.

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Ford sat next to his wife Lucina and his teenage twin daughters Shauna and Shannon on the bed in what used to be his, Lucina and Fiddleford’s bedroom. Most of the room stayed the same as it was fifteen years ago, but there were extra items in boxes that were placed here and there in the room but none of Fiddleford’s belongings can be found Ford and Lucina could recognize. Fiddleford, having since found his own house in Gravity Falls when living in the shack, became too much for his mental health to handle. It hadn’t been a day since they came back to their own dimension and there were problems. Mainly Stan and Ford at each other’s throats as they had unresolved issues.

They were waiting for Stan and Andy to come back with people they wanted them to see. Ford needed to simmer down after his arguing with Stan, anyhow. One of Ford’s teenage daughters Shauna takes a look around the room and examines a pair of glasses out of curiosity. Shauna resembled her mother with her long black hair and medium skin tone. Shauna’s attire consisted of red and black colors Ford and Lucina managed to find for her to wear, but there were signs of wear and tear that have since been mended through stitching with wire thread. Same for Shannon but wearing saturated purple and blue colors.

“Those are my glasses, dear. This room was where me, your mother and second father rested together. Though now it looks more like a storage room than not.”

“This dimension appears to be more… calmer than others, Dad.” acknowledged Shannon. “Besides you and uncle fighting, of course.” Ford frowned, admitting he had a part in why.

“Yes. He’s no doubt still mad at me for tricking him into turning on the portal. I wanted to find your mother lost on the other side, and I couldn’t do it knowing I would be leaving your brothers all on their own. Sure, I had the Corduroys babysit them, but I needed family members to look after them full time. So I sent a postcard to Stan asking for his help. I knew he wouldn’t want me to go, so I had to trick him. I wanted to right at least one wrong, but I regrettably couldn’t with your other father Fiddleford.” Lucina touched Ford’s shoulder. Ford sighed. Shannon perked a grin and stood up.

“That was a long time ago, Dad. Maybe you can make things up with him, you know, talk over drinks, or the other things you used to do together.” Shannon walked over to an old photo of who appeared to be younger versions of both Ford and Lucina, but an additional person with a large nose, dirty blond hair and glasses smiling with the two in front of the shack when it was newly built. And a baby boy, wrapped in a blanket, held in his arms with Lucina, who looked visibly pregnant at the time of the photo.

“Some things,” started Lucina, wanting to be hopeful that her relationship with her second husband and sons can be repaired. Even if it won’t be the same as it was, “can’t always be mended. Especially not in a day. But in time, hopefully they can be.”

A knock was heard at the door and the rough voice of Stan heard on the other side.

“Hey, there’s some visitors who’ve been wanting to see you.”

“The door is unlocked.”

Stan, who appeared in his fez hat and question mark maroon suit, opened the bedroom door and let in three grown men. One was an older, beanstalk of a fellow with brown hair turning white with age, a white beard, large nose, and a pair of spectacles Ford and Lucina recognized immediately as Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, the man they left behind. Fiddleford had long since replaced his white lab coat for a striped patterned shirt with brown pants and black shoes. Fiddleford frowned at Ford and Lucina; it really was them after all this time. But Fiddleford showed a soft smile at the two teenage girls, figuring they must be their daughters.

The second man was younger, appearing in his twenties, with a green hat obscuring his brown eyes, and a large nose not unlike his father Fiddleford. But one thing to note is the six fingers on his left hand. He was tall like his father Fiddleford, and carried himself more seriously and firm, as he crossed his arms and looked directly at Ford and Lucina with emotions swelling in his body and mind seeing them again after all this time. And he did a double take seeing the two teenage girls Shauna and Shannon, not knowing what to think right now of them. The pair recognize him as their oldest son, Tater McGucket.

There there was the third man, younger than Tate, Shiloh. Shiloh was a few inches shorter than his father Fiddleford and brother Tate, much like Ford was in height. Shiloh has his long black hair in a lengthy tight braid, wearing a sleeved black collared shirt under his blue and red flannel jacket with brown pants and black boots. Around his right wrist, where his six fingers are on his hand, was a dentalium shell bracelet. It gave Lucina the impression Shiloh had gotten in touch with his Klamath heritage since her and Ford’s absence over the years, which made her heart proud seeing how much Shiloh and Tate have grown. Shiloh took a good look at his parents, taking in how much they changed physically, and then at the two teenage girls who look to be his sister. There was much he wanted to speak with them about.

“Fiddleford…” Ford spoke to acknowledge his best friend and lover, though former ever since he and him parted on sour terms the last they talked to each other. He could still remember what he told him.

Fine! I don’t need you; I don’t need anyone! I won’t abandon Lucy like you have!

Words Ford has regretted since.

“I… understand you must hate me after what I said back then.” Fiddleford frowned at Ford, he too had his own regrets with the words he told him before he left as well. And Ford’s response to it.

Stanferd, it's too late! Lucy is gone! This machine is dangerous! You’ll bring the end of the world with this. Destroy it before it destroys us all!

Destroy it? With Lucy still on the other side? How could you say that?! She’s legally your wife for fuck’s sake! She has to be alive in there. If you loved her as much as I do, you’d help me get her back.

I can’t, Stanferd… I fear we’ve unleashed a great danger upon the world. One soon I’d rather ferget. I quit!

Fiddleford had left Tate and Shiloh in the care of the Corduroys before he disappeared himself for a while as a result of his worsening mental state at the time; and started the Society of the Blind Eye. But it was better for the boys, at the time, than to be around either of their fathers back then when the situation got worse. And he has since regretted never helping Ford get Lucina back. After seeing what he’d rather unsee, Fiddleford thought there was no way of saving her at the time.

“Fer a long time, I tried fergettin’ you and our fam’ly, but I’d been foolish and been tryin’ ta do right by Tate, Shiloh, our fam’ly since.” Fiddleford showed a smile at Ford and Lucina and their two daughters. “Now, I want ta fergive you and Lucy. No amount of apologizin’ can erase what happened, but havin’ you all back here we can start again, if ya want to. I’d like ta get to know these here kids, too.” Ford, Lucina, Shauna and Shannon exchanged looks of relief. And it was a good impression on Shauna and Shannon to see what their parents mean about Fiddleford having been dear to them as a best friend and a good father to their sons. Then, it was Tate’s turn to speak, choking up before he got a word out.

“I think… it’s time I forgave you, too, Pa. Did a lot of thinking about what I wanted to say… but even I am at a loss as part of me didn’t think this would ever happen.” Lucina wiped tears from her eyes.

“You’re alright. We have a lot to talk about now. And I have a lot to share with you and Shiloh what I saw. I haven’t forgotten my promise.” Shiloh looked away from Ford and Lucina for a second to think through his conflicting emotions until he faced them again.

“I… don’t forgive everything that happened in the past. But I am willing to give you a chance to do right by me and our family, Father. Mother. There’s a lot I want to say and put in the past where it belongs.” Ford and Lucina nodded slowly at him, understanding he likely had mixed feelings seeing them again as well as his new sisters.

“Of course, Shiloh. I’d have mixed feelings about seeing me and your mother again, too. I’ve done you, your brother, and your father wrong among others in our family.” Ford turned to face Stan nearby with his arms crossed and facing away from him. “But now, I want to do right by everyone. Allow me to introduce you and Tate to your younger twin sisters Shauna and Shannon.”

“Hiya!” chimed Shannon.

“Greetings,” greeted Shauna with a shy demeanor.

Fiddleford approached Ford and Lucina with open arms, bringing them in for a big hug. Tate and Shiloh followed in hugging their parents and brought in Shauna and Shannon to join in. After everyone parted, Stan approached Ford to give him a pat on the shoulder and nod. It was a start.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 2 years

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Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 21

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

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Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: You talk with the boys!

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

You were nervous to ask this question but thought it best to go to them individually. Caspian was the first you were asking. You didn't know how he was going to react. You felt he'd react better than his brothers, but he's also much more mature than both of them.

"Hey, Junior can we talk for a minute ned to ask you something." He knew something was up, you don't call him junior that often.

"Yeah, mom what's up?" He smiles.

"Well, Chris asked me to be his girlfriend... And I just wanted to know if you were okay with that? If this is too soon I won't say yes." You said grabbing his hand. He looked up at a photo on a wall of you and his dad's wedding before back at you.

"Mom, I like Chris. He doesn't treat me or the boys like we're some other guy's kids." He began looking down. "It is strange knowing you like a new man but... I missed seeing you smile."

"I smiled all the time."

"Yeah but mom this one is brighter like the ones you'd get when dad would come home or when you'd see a cute puppy. Like you were already happy but you're happier now." You chuckled.

"So you're okay?"

"Yeah. Besides, maybe he'll introduce me to RDJ or Chris Hemsworth! Or Scarlett Johansson." He says happily.

"Maybe." You agreed.

"Or! Benedict Cumberbatch? Or Paul rudd! Or Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan!"

"You just want to meet them all don't you?" You chuckled feeling relieved that he was okay with it.

"Yeah... Do you think he'll still pay me to babysit if your dating?"

"Yes. I pay you to babysit and I birthed you so he's gonna pay you still."

"Good! I'm so close to getting the PS5!" He enthused. "I just need a little bit more."

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You were going to pick up Connor from his sleepover. You thought this would be a good time to talk to him about Chris. A part of you felt crazy to give the power of your relationship to three kids but the other part knew that this would affect them just as much if not more than it affects you.

"Hello!" The door opened.

"Hey Mike." You smiled at the dad. "Is Connor ready to go?"

"Yep! Boys! Connor's mom is here!" He lets you in. The house was beautiful.

"Hey, mom!" Connor came into the room smiling. "They have VR! It's awesome."

Once in the car you peaked back at the back seat through the mirror. He was holding his backpack as he looked out the mirror.

"So baby what do you think about Chris?" You asked him letting your eyes go back to the road.

"He's nice! He said we could use his pool this summer! And he picked me and jave up from the bus stop last week with Caspian!" You were confused they hadn't told you about that.

"Oh so sweetie would you mind if me and him made it official? Like started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No! He's nice and I love his dog and June is pretty cool too! And I really wanna use his pool." You chuckled shaking your head.

"Okay thank you sweetie." You smile.

"He's not gonna be my new dad though right?"

"Of course not! No one would ever replace your dad." You assured.

"Okay than I'm fine with it!"

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You were most nervous to tell Jace. You knew he was having the hardest time with this, he was still being bullied at school because the teachers did nothing. The only way he knew to stand up for himself is brute force but you and his dad always told him not to start a fight, just to end a fight. As in don't throw the first punch but do throw the last. So it's considered self-defense. Instead he does his best to avoid them though that doesn't work and you've complained to the school multiple times so has Jace. Anyway, you knew with the bullying and everything he probably would not like to hear this question, that's why you were asking him last.

"Jace I have an important question for you." You said as he sat down on the couch.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Well Chris asked me to be his girlfriend and I just wanted to know if you would be alright with it? I want you and your brothers to be comfortable with any relationships I may have." You explained looking at him nervously.

"Yeah mom." Jace said softly. "He's nice, and you like him so I don't care... Just as long as he never tries to replace dad."

"No one could ever replace your dad. No one I promise you that buddy."

"Okay." Jace smiles, "Mom what was dad like? I mean I remember him but... I don't remember him super well."

"Well, there's so much I could tell you, like how you look just like him, with freckles and messy black hair, your smile even matches his. He was the bravest man I ever met."

"He was tall, he used to put you on his shoulders so you could watch my football games." Caspian explained as he walked into the living room, having heard the conversation.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

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Late that night you call Chris. He answers rather quickly.

"Hey!"

"Hey babe... I talked to the boys we have their blessing and... I think I'm ready." You said looking out the window of your bedroom to your backyard.

"Really? Are you sure I don't want to push you." He says softly.

"Yeah I'm ready."

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years

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Rockstar sebastian picking out a tree for his son's first christmas?

christmas tree farm

pairing: rockstar!sebastian stan x writer!reader

warning: mentions of sebastian's past with drugs and alcohol

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To say Sebastian was exciting was a gross understatement of hiss emotions. He was overflowing with excitement as he drove downtown to pick his son up from daycare. The whole day had been re-recording some missed chord, lyric changes, and some other thing the guys may want while his beautiful wife, which seemed to get smarter and more beautiful each day, was stuck in the top floor of a New York building going through a new essay piece. It had been routine on top of routine yet the moment the first cold rain started to fall, he knew it was time. He'd been waiting for this moment ever since he took down the Halloween decorations; picking a Christmas tree with his son.

It had always been a thing for him and his mum to do after his father divorced and moved west. Some of his fondest childhood memories were holding her hand and going around downtown Brooklyn to various sellers to find the perfect Christmas trees. There were many things he didn't want to pass onto his child but this tradition he wanted to. He wanted to show him around even if he was merely six months old. It was special for him and he wanted too share it with his son.

He walked into the nursery reception, black leather jacket contrasting with the knitwear the other kid's father's wore yet his smile as one of the teachers brought his son back matched every father's. He didn't got to see him in the morning except for when he peaked into his room to see him sleeping, he was always the one first off the house so seeing Jess dressed up in a beige jumper and light brown overalls with elephants embroidered. The baby laughed through his dummy, cuddling against his father the moment he picked him up.

- Should we get mummy's favourite cinammon bun? Surprised her at work?

The baby of course did not reply, instead holding onto his father jacket while peacefully suckling onto his brown dummy. He unknowingly smiled at his son as he buckled him onto the car seat. They had been lucky to have Jess, he was a quiet baby, mostly wanting cuddles from his parents or to sleep. Sebastian hoped he enjoyed it, maybe he'd pass it on to his kids one day. Yet, he didn't like thinking of his son growing up, the 6 months had already passed so quickly.

He made his way towards Y/N's office; Jess always liked being there, maybe it was the many photos on the walls, the lights or the fact every person there wanted to hold him, or maybe the fact his working place was loud and anywhere was better. Whatever way, whenever he came into her office with his dad he always babbled, knowing it normally meant they were going home. Sebastian knocked against the mahogany door with her name written on it. As her sweet voice mumbled a come in, he opened the door, stepping in to see her looking through various notes with her glasses resting at the tip of her nose, hair pushed away from her face with a jaw clip. She looked up once her closed the door, the sight of her husband and son pulling a smile at her lips. She pilled the notes on top of each other, organising them the way she always did before getting up.

She was barefoot, her shoes laying against her desk that she always put on only to take them off the minute she was in the office. Sebastian grinned dopily at that sight of her office wear and then those fuzzy socks. God, he loved her. She placed herself on her tippy toes to kiss him before caressing her son's head.

- I thought we were meeting home. - she leaned her head against his chest, her finger tickling his cheek.

- We were but then I thought why shouldn't we pick today to go and get our Christmas tree.

- You're obsessed. - she joked. - You've been talking about this since Halloween. Didn't even let me sing Monster Mash in peace.

- Yeah, okay, you probably had your own Christmas tree farm. - he joked back. - Just wanted to make it our family tradition.

- Who knew you were such a softie. I'll get my jacket and we can go.

This was it, he thought to himself as the three of them got into the car. Their first family tradition that would join all the others both of them had brought from their own childhoods; from Y/N making blueberry pancakes to Sebastian singing ABBA to Jess when he couldn't sleep. The two parked the car near the shop, before walking into a wide area filled with Christmas trees. Jess' eyes sparkled as he looked at all the pine trees with wonder.

- You love the trees don't you? - Sebastian coed at Jess who kept extending his hand to touch the pine branches. - Which one do you want, baby?

Y/N had her arm lopped around her husband, her little camera capturing some moments between her two boys until she noticed a camera in the screen of hers. She lowered down the camera, before slightly looking behind a shoulder. It wasn't just one photographer, it was a plethora of them who started taking photos like madmen, the flashes becoming noticeable. Jess stirred in Sebastian's arms, starting to cry as the flashes became overwhelming.

- Shit. - he passed Jess onto Y/N who held her son close to her chest. - Stay here, bunny. I'm gonna talk to them.

- Seb ... - she held his arm. - No.

- It'll be fine, I'm not gonna yell at them.

Y/N let her grip on his arm loosen before softly rocking her son side to side, trying to calm him down. It hadn't been the first time to happen and the last time it had happened, Sebastian had flipped out and it had not been good for his public image. He didn't want camera in his son's face and he hated it how they wouldn't quit. He made his way towards the flashing cameras.

- Guys, c'mon, my kid and wife are here.

- What do you have to say about those photos, Stan.

Those photos. He knew they'd come back to bite him in the ass. Yet, he also know it was extremely taken out of context, it didn't take any guilt from him but he was 21 and stupid.

- How you gonna raise your kid with coke lines up your nose? - one photographer asked and he swore he saw red, everything crashing down.

- We have to go now. - Y/N had walked up beside him, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the photographers.

She shielded Jess with her coat, buckling him into the car seat and getting Sebastian in the passenger seat before driving away, escaping from all the paparazzi. They got home and the sky was dark but that wasn't the only dark thing. Sebastian was in a mood, she knew he was, he always picked at the skin of his fingers when he was upset and her suspicious were confirmed once he grabbed the pack of cigarettes he kept at the entry of the house. She sighed, looking down at her son who was sleeping in her arms.

- Do you want to come put him in bed with me? - she asked sweetly, hand touching his shoulder.

- No. - he opened the pack of cigarettes, taping one out and placing in between his lips.

- Sebastian ...

- I'll see you in a bit. - he kissed her forehead before leaving for the patio.

She climbed the stairs with a worried look in her face. She knew he tended to get into his head but she couldn't always take him out there, sometimes he'd just remain in that mood. She put Jess to sleep, kissing his little cheeks before pushing the blanket up to him. Once outside the room, she went down the stairs and straight into the patio, where her husband was smoking.

- I hate it when you smoke. - she came up from behind him, hand on her waist.

- Add it to the list. - he said sarcastically before realising he was starting to sound like an ass. - Sorry, bunny. Not in the right mood.

- I've noticed. I'm wearing red lingerie and it still isn't on the floor. What gives? - her comment garnered a smirk from him. - What's wrong, darling?

- I just wanted to take my kid to pick a Christmas tree like my mum used to. - he let out another cloud of smoke. - Instead I get reminded of how much of an asshole I was.

- Darling, you're still an asshole. - she wrapped her arms around him. - But you are my brash, loud husband.

- I am a terrible father. - he threw the cigarette onto the ground, stumping it with his boot. - What is he gonna think when he sees photos of me doing coke and drinking like an idiot?

- My dad is cool? - she kissed his cheek. - Whenever he sees it, he'll understand because we all make stupid things as young adults.

- Did you do something stupid?

- Yes, I dated that Yale idiot.

- Not the same thing.

- You're a great father. - she peppered kisses all over his face. - You know I wouldn't lie to you.

- Oh yes, you would. - his hands went under her jumper. - You're wearing black lingerie.

He sleep next to her, yet his mind still ran over the events. He just wanted to provide his son with a good childhood, some traditions he would look fondly upon. The sun crept into the morning and while a peaceful morning appeared to be ahead, he was woken up by Y/N pushing the covers off him, fully dressed in a red knit dress.

- Bunny, why? - he grumbled, putting a pillow over his head.

- Get dressed, we're leaving in 5.

- Hours?

- Minutes. - she corrected him before going down the stairs.

Oh he hoped it wasn't to go see her grandfather, he hoped it wasn't to see him. He was entirely sure he still disliked him and merely put up with him because his granddaughter was married to him and had given him a great-grandchild who would listen to his endless talks about fishing. He walked downstairs to see his wife and son, his poor son dressed in another animal themed pair of overalls.

- Bunny, must you dress our son in every animal embroidery you can find?

- Yes. - she said, smiling at Jess who was half awake in her arms. - When you push out your next child out of you, you get to pick.

- Bunny, you know I'd do everything for you.

- Sweet talking will not convince me to not leave the house.

- I don't want to see your grandfather today. He'll talk about the new photos and I don't ...

- Who said we're going to see my grandfather? - she handed him Jess who immediately leaned his head against his chest. - I'm driving.

Y/N was not a very spontaneous person, she thought everything through and even had a planner during any holiday they took. She was a cautious one and this was completely out of character for her. He, however, remained in the car until he saw a big plot of land with various pine trees. He looked his wife's way who smirked as she parked.

- When you said I had a christmas tree farm as a kid, you were wrong. We didn't, we knew someone. - she opened the door, the cold air inviting. - Come on, you and Jess have a tree to pick.

- If our son wasn't in the backseat, I would take you right here.

- Go. - she laughed, kissing him. - Let's go pick a tree.

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The Guy Next Door

Hey guys! I hope y’all enjoy this one! Captain Syverson stans, this is for you ❤️❤️ Here’s Chapter 4.

**I do not give permission to copy or repost my work!

Warnings 18+: Mentions Of Death , Mentions of Spousal & Child Loss , Cursing , Angst , Smutty/ Suggestive thoughts , Food Play Kink , Body To Body Touching(Dancing) , Flirting & Some Romance .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Ronan) x Curvy African American Woman(Amunet-POV)

Description: Amunet & Ronan get to know one another and find that they may have a deeper connection.

Word Count: 3.9K

Chapter 4: Rendezvous

It had been a few days since their last encounter and their communication was a little less than satisfying. He was always working and even if they weren’t in a relationship, poor Netty couldn’t help but think that maybe he didn’t even have time for their friendship. But she was left wondering because she simply had too much time on her hands. Amunet wasn’t working at the moment and decided that she would take the state requirement test to be a licensed teacher in the state of Florida. But also decided that she could wait for the next school year to start her on her new career path of teaching.

Since she was at home (still unpacking), it left her with just too much time to think. Amunet had moved away sure but her “problems” never escaped her. She was going through a box one evening while looking for her crystals she had brought with her, when she saw her family photo album. Her thumb gently traced over the engraved “H” on the navy blue hard cover. With a slight bit of hesitation, she opened the book which revealed several pictures of her and her lost husband, Gideon, in high school. A whimper slipped from her lips as she did her best to keep her heart from breaking once more. They looked so happy, so young, wild and free. Amunet knew this would be a trap for her feelings, knew that she would be a sad and skulking mess for the next few days but, she couldn’t help it. It was like she wanted the pain, knowing they were not here… it was the closest thing she had left of them. So, she kept flipping the thick pages. Looking at the photos of the day when they got married back in ‘08. She was now a crying mess. She flipped the pages once more, and then she saw her greatest pain.

Pictures of her ultrasound when she was pregnant with their son. It caused her to break out in a harder sob as she would remember those beautiful moments with their boy. Running her finger tips over his cute little face when he was just a toddler, a tear just fell over the plastic. ‘Mommy misses you so much my love…’ she was barely inaudible. It just didn’t feel real, and she would often wake up at night thinking that they would just walk through that front door. And that feeling brought her so much dread.

Her vulnerable moment was interrupted by a muffled buzzing. She ignored it until it stopped, but then— it had returned. Amunet quickly scrambled to her feet and walked over to her sofa to find her phone sitting between the cushions. Ronan. She waited a moment before she slid that green button to the right. Sniffing, mouth coated with the stickiness of tears. ‘Hello?’

‘Hey you— hey ar—are you crying?’

‘No,… no. It’s nothing.’ She lied.

Ronan didn’t want to press her, but he was concerned for her. ‘You know you can talk to me if you want to Netty. Here— I know I’ve been pretty distant over the past few days and I want to make it up to you. And— I want to make you feel better. How about I come over tonight, we order some take out and we just talk? How’s that sound?’ He was so thoughtful, and that alone made her feel a little bit better, knowing she could have him as a shoulder to cry on. ‘That sounds great Ron. I would love that.’

The two conversed a little more, and Ronan managed to get a few laughs out of her before he had to hang up and head back to work.

7:03PM had finally came around and Amunet was on her second glass of wine. She kept glancing at her watch and she was starting to come to terms that he wasn't coming. She would understand, it was Tuesday and she was pretty confident that he had to work the next day. But all of the doubts were shoved to the side when she heard the door bell. 'Finally... you show up.' she stood up, rushing to the half bathroom to fix her hair. Then there was a knock at the door. 'Just a second!' She called out as she pulled out her lipgloss and ran the thick liquid over her full lips. Massaging her lips together, she popped her lips and fixed her cardigan. She switched off the bathroom light and rushed to open the front door.

A huge grin was pulled on her lips, but quickly faltered when it was just the delivery driver for their food. 'Hi! Order for Amu-' 'Amunet, yes. That's me.' The driver handed her over the receipt for her to sign and she tipped him before carefully grabbing the heavy brown paper bag. 'Oh! Miss, the guy that ordered had us write something for you in the bag.' She stood there baffled for a second but she couldn't help but smirk as her cheeks begun to heat up like a tea kettle. 'Thank you.' And with that she shut the front door.

Quickly placing the brown paper bag on the counter, she took a breath before she pulled the staples apart and opened up the bag. A folded piece of paper rested on top of the containers and she quickly picked it up. Damn near tearing the paper part, it read: I will be there soon. You don't have to wait up for me. -Ronan

Oh he just made her heart ache. But not in the bad way, the kind that made it skip a beat or flutter. Amunet folded the paper back together neatly and walked into the living room, turned on the television and switched it to a 90s-00s RnB music channel. She walked over to the dining room table and refilled her wine glass. She took a long sip to ease the nervousness that coursed through her body.

She had drank her wine halfway when she heard a knock at the door. The sudden noise caused her to flinch, spilling the red wine over her khaki cardigan. Letting out a heavy sigh that was followed by a string of cursing, 'Goddammit! Fuck, fuck. C-I'M COMING!' She quickly snatched off her cardigan but the wine had soaked right through, staining her white long sleeved shirt. Annoyed, she quickly walked into the laundry room and threw her cardigan in the washer. The door bell rang this time, 'I'm coming! Just a moment!' She was such a mess right now. She had figured that it was Ronan, and she was afraid that he'd just bail. So Amunet just sucked it up, walked to the door and pulled it open.

The light from inside of her home lit up his face and in an instant, a grin curled on his face. His eyes drank her in, as if he was trying to study the pores in her face. Like he was trying to find an imperfection. But the bright stain of red wine on her chest quickly captured his attention. It had resembled blood, it had him taken back for a moment. 'Oh- You've... you've made a mess!' He pointed gently before a chuckle left his lips. 'Oh - yeah. May have had a little bit too much tonight.' Netty giggled before stepping to the side and jerking her head for him to come inside.

Netty watched him walk into her home, she shut the door behind them and locked it. She watched him take in his new environment. 'You've gotten a lot done since breakfast.' She smiled proudly and placed her hands on her hips, holding her chin high. 'Well, thank you! I have a lot of time on my hands, i figured why not put my living room, dining room and kitchen together.' Truth be told, most nights couldn't sleep. 'Hmm. Well it look's nice Netty. Nice work.' Ronan had turned to face her and deadly blue eyes roamed her body.

'You should probably go change, that red against your skin is quite distracting.'

'Well what if i don't want to change my shirt?' Netty argued back as she folded her arms over her busty chest. 'Alright- then i'd just have to rip it off of you.' Amunet's mouth went dry and her eyes slightly grew. But before she could stop herself, 'I'd like to see you try.' She knew she fucked up. A gasped slipped from her lips and she found herself covering her mouth with both of her hands. 'OH! No- no I didn't..' Ronan smirked deviously as he begun to approach her. She backed up until she felt the cool wall against her back. Towering over her like some kind of beastly creature, he tilted his head down, inhaling her soft floral scent before raising his hand, and slipping it beneath her shirt. Looking down at her cleavage.

'Ronan- this is bad...'

'I know. But what fun is it being good?'

And with little to no effort at all, he tore her shirt straight down the middle.

The red wine was still stained against her brown flesh and now seem as if it was becoming sticky. Ronan’s mouth salivated at the sight. Netty stared up at him as he took her in once more before he quickly captured her lips in a kiss. It was slow, teasing as if he was trying to test the waters. But when she returned the kiss, it grew aggressive. From her lips, he used his thick tongue to lick from her mouth to her neck, collarbone and finally — the wine that was starting to dry up on her breast.

‘Ronan? … Ronan are you alright?’ She asked, waving her hand in his face. Amunet watched as he blinked himself out of what had seem to be a trance. ‘Oh— yeah,’ he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. ‘Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.’ And boy did he. ‘Mmmmhmm. OK, well. Make yourself at home while I go change my shirt.’ She walked past him and climbed her stairs, and walked down the long hallway towards her bedroom.

Shutting the door behind her gently, she took a deep breath, holding her hands up halfway as her eyes were closed. ‘Al—alright. It’s just dinner. You haven’t been alone with a guy in about a year and a half. But this is strictly platonic! He’s your friend, you’re his friend! No big deal!’ She cackled nervously and walked towards her closet and snatched a soft pink knitted sweater (she has a thing for sweaters and long sleeves) off of the plastic hanger and went to clean up her mess in the bathroom.

Walking back downstairs to meet her guest, he was sitting on the sofa with his leg crossed over the other while holding a glass of wine. ‘Well, looks like you’re pretty comfortable.’ She giggled and rested her elbows on the top of her cushions. ‘Let’s go eat. I know you told me not to wait but— I thought it would’ve been rude.’ Ronan tsked his tongue at her 3 times before speaking, ‘I see the problem we’re going to have in our friendship— you don’t like to listen now do you?’ He pushed himself up from the gray sofa, careful not to make the mess she had made but in “2.0”. Amunet stood up straight and laughed, ‘You know you’re sounding a lot like my father!’ She spun on her heels and started for the kitchen, ‘Hm. What’s his name? I may have met him.’ He chuckled before finishing off the final swallow of his glass.

The two sat down at the dining room table with their wine glasses basically filled to the brim. It had seem to be a stressful week for the both of them and it was only TUESDAY! ‘So, what made you choose your line of work? I wouldn’t have taken you as the “play with the dead” type of guy.’ Amunet sparked conversation as she dipped her sweet and sour chicken in the bright red sauce. ‘Well, looks could be deceiving yes?’ He answered and she rolled her eyes, ‘why do you have to be soooo mysterious!?’ She asked with a bit of humor in her voice.

‘Because it’s the only way to keep you interested.’

Damn. It left her with nothing to say really. She just tapped her fork against the glass plate before she decided to play dumb, ‘Who says I’m interested?’

‘Well Amunet you wouldn’t ask if you weren’t.’

He was so right.

Amunet sighed and let out a small chuckle, ‘OK! Fine. I’m interested— now, will you tell me?’ Ronan gave her a smile as he pat his lips clean. ‘My father ran the funeral home that I work at. It was pretty much a family thing— a business, if you will, to deal with the dead. Literally my grandfather owned it and his father before. Back in the day before the Mob was disbanded, my grandfather use to help them deal with dead bodies— you know, tweak somethings, lie in autopsies records… very bad shit. So, that made him very good money, and in turn— my father grew up wealthy and smart.’ Ronan had taken a sip of his wine, now feeling a little more buzzed. Amunet was already drawn in by his family’s history already!

Resting her chin on her fist as her elbow rested on the table, she continued to listen. ‘My parents raised me up in the morgue. I was always there — I’ve witnessed the scariest of things and the serenity too. But then… my father fell ill. My parents had me late in life. My dad is 87, my mother is 80. I’m 38.’ Amunet’s eyes raised, ‘No way! You look great for almost 40.’ She teased. She was caught up with him, 37. But it wasn’t lady like for a woman to blurt out her age. She was sure it’ll come up in conversation. Ronan’s cheeks flushed pink as he smiled, ‘Well thank you. The stress from work is turning me slightly gray but — I’d rather have that than shrivel you like a raisin.’ The pair cackled together before he continued.

‘So when my father fell ill— he couldn’t work. He had Stage 3 Colon cancer and him going through chemotherapy, being sick and stuff was hard on him. So they turned to me to run the business. Mm, could you imagine? A 16 year old kid, running such a business?! I was only a Sophomore in high school!— so I grew up a little quicker. I had to quit football, track— anything I enjoyed… had to be placed on the back burner. And it got old, really fucking quick!’

Amunet sympathized for him; after all it wasn’t fair. The time in his life when he was suppose to be having a blast and being a kid was stripped away from him because his parents thought it was imperative to keep their business alive. She could tell that he resented them for that. And she understood. ‘Wow, so you were owning a business at 16 years old? How did that collide with high school? I know you had to be exhausted.’ She was worrisome, poor little Ronnie.

‘Very. I went to school every day, had to miss my last 2 class periods, and I ended up having to take summer school to make up those classes. And even get a tutor. Literally, if I wasn’t at school— I was there or I was at home sleeping. I just had no time in between to have fun.’ He sighed, ‘So I did that for 2 years and my senior year… I decided to plot and plan. My father was doing much better and I knew I had to leave before I was stuck again. So I got in contact with an Army Recruiter, did everything I needed to do so I could leave.’

Amunet's eyes grew at the new found news. 'You were in the service? My husband was in the Army for sometime.' She looked to the side, before her head fell forward. 'Oh? You're married?' he asked pretty startled by the news. 'Was-' she corrected him, her head rising to look at him. 'My husband and son died about a year and a half ago. He'd just gotten out of the military a month prior to that.' She sniffed, trying to squeeze back those tears but no matter how hard she tried, the harder it became. 'Oh, Netty- God I'm so sorry!' He didn't know what to say or do. He never wanted to experience a loss like that. She'd lost two of the only beings that she would die for. Ronan's head fell in shame, as he was about to get mad because he thought he was being toyed with.

She wiped her cheeks and took a heavy aspirated breath, trying to catch the sob as she felt the tightening in her chest. 'You know- it just doesn't feel real sometimes. I never imagined-... it would be me. Lonely like this in a completely different state.' She rolled her eyes as she picked up a napkin and wiped her slightly smeared mascara. Ronan swallowed his spit before, 'You're not lonely Netty.' Then he'd given her a reassuring smile and nodded, 'I can't imagine losing someone... that close to me. I'm sure they were so lucky to call you mommy and wife.' He'd then reached over and grabbed her hand, running his thumb over the back of her smooth brown skin. Amunet looked up from their hands to his face, glaring at him with eyes filled with thick tears. 'Thank you Ronnie.'

'Of course... if it's still too raw we can change the subject. I don't like to see you crying.' He gave her a chuckle and then she joined in before shaking her head. 'No, no. It's OK. I want to know everything there is to possibly know.'

Girl, only if you knew.

Ronan smiled and let go of her hand before reaching over to grab his glass of wine. 'What MOS was he in?' She let out a shaky breath as she looked up in thought, '31B, E-6. He was in for about 12 years.’

‘Awwww he was an MP?! Jeez, I remember they gave us so much hell when it was time to go through the gate, haha!’ The both of them laughed, ‘Well, he enjoyed it! He always enjoyed putting those Captain’s in check.’ Ronan stared at her with a blank face, ‘Oh- Oh no. You’re one of those—‘ She laughed as she clasped her hands together, ‘Yup! 18A—‘ ‘Special Forces.’ Ronan smiled in surprise, ‘You know your MOS codes. 'Well,' she smiled softly before taking a sip of her wine, 'When you've been around the military long enough, you pretty much get the lingo down.' She placed her glass on the table, 'So, what did you do? Where did you go? Do you have any pictures?' Ronan sighed with a deep breath, thinking of where to begin. " So i was actually enlisted at first and while i was in basic training I was given the opportunity to go to selection. I ended up making it through and went to school, which then allowed me to be able to commission as an Officer.' He said before taking a bite of his Lo Mein, 'I've did two rotations to Afghanistan, and Iraq. I've been to Germany, Japan, South America, Korea, Egypt and United Kingdom- Let me see if i have any pictures.' Ronan then reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Ronan found a picture and turned his phone around for her to see. She leaned in, her eyes narrowed as she studied the photo. ‘Oh?’ She said in surprise as she took his phone in her hands. He smirked and bit his lip, ‘You’re a lot bigger here!’ She joked and handed him over his phone. ‘Oh— ha haaa, very funny.’ He laughed as he put his phone in his pocket. ‘You wanted to know what I did with these muscles? That picture was your answer.’ And then he shot her a wink.

‘Oh pleeeease!’ She laughed out loud, her head falling back. ‘So why did you get rid of the beard?' Her eyes lifted from her food to the hunk that sat across from her, 'I gotta say It does look good on you.' Her eyes fell back to her food as her smirk never faltered. 'Well, working with the dead requires a lot of tender care. So my hair, hands have to be covered up. I don't think I would've been too keen with walking around with a beard cover all day long.' Ronan shrugged and sat back in his seat, 'But if you want me to grow it back I will.' He grinned, his tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip to lubricate them. Amunet sucked at her teeth as her face heated up with a vengeance; looking away to think of something else to talk about. But nothing came up!

The pair sat surprisingly, in comfortable silence before he looked over at the 50" that was mounted on the wall. The song had caught his attention, Alicia Keys- "You don't know my name." 'Who is that? Her voice is phenomenal!' His eyes seem to have twinkled at this newfound news. 'That's Alicia Keys. This is the music my mother use to play this music for me when I was younger.' She smiled at the distant memory of her and her mother in the kitchen, bumping hips and mixing food together. 'Can you dance?' He asked, interrupting her thoughts. 'Kind of?' And with that he stood up, holding his hand out for her to grab. She laughed, her leg crossed over the other as her eyes followed him, 'Ronan, what are you doing?'

'Here, come dance with me.'

He had this small smile on his face, 'Come on. Would it be a real dinner date if we didn't dance?'

'It would still be a real dinner date.' She laughed as she finished the rest of her wine. 'But fine. I'll dance with you.' Amunet reached up, placing her smaller hand in his much larger one and he effortlessly pulled her up to her feet.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She couldn't help it, it would probably be the only chance she got to touch him so she took advantage of the situation. Her other hand rest in his palm, their hands squeezing one another gently as his other hand rest at the small of her back. Her breasts were pressed against his firm chest, pelvis to pelvis as they swayed slowly to the RnB music. Amunet looked everywhere but him. But him on the other hand, tried to gauge her attention. 'You know it is kind of awkward that you're looking every where else but up here.' Amunet scoffed and finally worked up the courage to look at him, 'I'm sorry. It's been a while since I've been this close with anyone.' Ronan gave her a concerned look, 'We can stop if you feel uncomfortable Netty.' His voice as smooth as melted chocolate. 'No,' She objected, 'This is nice.' she said softly as she finally allowed her chocolate brown hues to stare into his icy ones.

Maybe Amunet was fond of Ronan after all.

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peppermintbee · 3 years

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OMORI has poor writing (Part 1)

OMORI stans, just block the #omori hate tag now because I’m going to use it to vent my frustrations with this game. If you love this game, I am not going to try to convince you otherwise. I am glad you enjoyed it so much. I am glad it means a lot to you. I’m not here to take that away from you. I honestly wish I felt the same way!

However, if you are like me and finished the game feeling disappointed, underwhelmed, and maybe a little frustrated, then I am here to say you are not alone. OMORI--while having the right set pieces for an interesting game--is a narrative mess.

I’m splitting this into two posts. This first post is about problems with the plot. The second is about problems with the message/moral.

(Note: I use “OMORI” in all-caps for the game title, and “Omori” in title case for the character name.)

Spoilers and criticism below.

Part 1: Plot Writing Lies

There’s a book by Brian McDonald called Invisible Ink which is about how to write a compelling story (you can read this great book online for free here). There’s an explanation of the writing “lie” that I find myself frequently thinking of. A “lie” in this context does not mean something is literally untrue, it means something FEELS untrue, unrealistic, improbable, or unlikely. For example, if a character gets shot in the leg but manages to do parkour, this is a “lie” since it seems unrealistic for that to happen. If a character witnesses their beloved parent’s death and shrugs it off, it’s a “lie” because that reaction seems highly unlikely.

In OMORI, the plot is held together by multiple little lies that--try as I might--I just couldn’t bring myself to believe.

1. Sunny’s friends care about him, and vice versa

A major theme of the game is how friendship can overcome any obstacle. Friendship gets Sunny over his fear of heights, spiders, and water. Friendship is what Sunny remembers before the final boss fight, and allows him to face his guilt and defeat it (and prevent him from committing suicide). With the photobook and dialogue you are reminded over and over and over and over and over again that Sunny’s friends love him unconditionally.

However, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it. The childhood memories are cute but shallow, boiling down to simply hanging out and eating treats. Plus, Kel and Aubrey fight constantly, with Aubrey even physically hitting Kel when he steps out of line. Hero and Mari behave more like babysitters than true friends to the younger kids.

But at least the other kids interact with each other. Sunny, on the other hand, showed nearly no affection or consideration towards his friends. He floats through the memories like a ghost--he could have been completely absent from all the photos and it would have made little difference. I was ready to accept this as Sunny being an unreliable narrator and not thinking he was a good enough for his friends, but this never contradicted. Instead we are given even more memories where Sunny just silently exists there being “cute.”

[Sunny enriching the lives of his friends by LARPING as a cat.]

Because of the lack of meaningful interactions between them, there was nothing in the game that made me think that these 12-15 year olds would have a strong enough bond that would survive 3-4 years of no contact after finding their friend hanged. In fact, that discovery only drove them farther apart. The only person who I could believe actually had a close bond was Basil, who almost literally filled that trope of being the friend who would help you bury a body (or in this case, help Sunny cover up the accidental manslaughter).

The writing fix for this would be simple: instead of showing us the same boring birthday and beach scenes over again, give the kids memories of overcoming some age-appropriate adversity together: heartbreak over an unrequited crush, anxiety over homework, sports injury, lost dogs, divorced parents, running away from home, bullying, etc. Set a precedent of the friends supporting each other through good times AND bad times. Without such backstory, Sunny’s friendships allegedly giving him the courage to overcome his guilt feels like a lie.

2. Sunny abandoning Basil in the bathroom scene

One of the most confusing moments in the game was Sunny’s negligence when Basil has his first breakdown in his bathroom. This part of the game is player-controlled, which is a strange writing decision because all you can do is click on Basil and various bathroom amenities over and over which completely saps the urgency out of the scene. When you try to leave, Basil begs Sunny to stay, but (due to a lack of player options) Sunny walks out without a word. With no option to talk to him OR get help for him, it makes Sunny seem exceptionally cruel to Basil. In fact, I was starting to wonder if the game was setting up for some sort of twist that Sunny DIDN’T care about his friends, which would fix some of the confusion in point #1. However, as we know, that is not the case. Therefore, Sunny’s negligence/apathy towards Basil’s pain feels like a lie.

The writing fix would be to make it MORE clear that Sunny is intentionally running away from Basil. Make it a cutscene, or, give a false choice such as “Leave Basil? Yes / Yes”. After Sunny leaves, Kel should make some remark about Sunny looking odd, “You look sort of shaken up, is there something you want to tell me?” then hit it home with Sunny shaking his head. This would make it more clear that Sunny is intentionally hiding Basil’s state, as opposed to just being a bad friend. As it stands, it just felt like a writing mistake.

3. Basil and Sunny working together to stage Mari’s death as a suicide

This is the plot hole that I see the most complaints over, but it’s so big I have to address it. Accidentally pushing Mari down the stairs I understand, but the rest is too absurd. Below are some of the “lies” that the writing tries to get away with:

That Sunny and Basil wouldn’t just claim she slipped and fell.

That either boy would even come up with this sick plan.

That they wouldn’t back out of this idea during the multi-step process (carrying her downstairs, outside, getting the jump rope, tying a noose, putting it around her neck, stringing her up, hiding the evidence... This is a series of multiple decisions, not one quick accident like the initial push.)

That it’s not the image of Mari’s death that traumatized Sunny, but the image of what they chose to do to her body that traumatized them. I understand the image of Mari hanging is more dramatic, but they literally did it themselves so why is that more haunting than Sunny killing her?

That Mari’s true cause of death wouldn’t be immediately obvious to the parents, the police, the friends, EVERYONE. (I’ve seen fans try to get rid of this plot hole by hypothesizing that the parents knew and covered it up, but the evidence of this is circumstantial at best. The father saying, “You’re not my son,” is unreliable since it happens in Sunny’s headspace. Divorce is common after the death of a child, and, at the very least, Sunny’s mom doesn’t show any evidence of knowing what happened. The way it is written, only Sunny and Basil know the truth.)

The ridiculousness of this twist is so extreme that it completely broke any immersion I had left. Frankly, the reveal that the happy, loveable Mari committed suicide is a far heavier and more realistic twist than a crazy murder-cover-up story is.

Additionally, it seems like Basil was only written into this scene in order to make Sunny the true victim of what happened. After all, Sunny may have pushed her, but it was Basil who came up with the demented cover up. (This is apparent from just the photos but the datamined Truth Album confirms it.) By having Basil come up with the plan, the game splits the guilt between the two of them to make the kids easier to sympathize with. It’s problematic because if Basil was not in the scene, there would be no way to justify what Sunny did to Mari. So why is what they did easier to accept when they worked together?

Fixing the writing lie: Sunny lies and says that Mari slipped. Remove Basil from the scene, and instead have Sunny confide in Basil which forces Basil to become a co-conspirator and burdens him with the terrible truth.

4. Sunny’s friends forgiving him and Basil for what they did to Mari

Last but not least, the story heavily implies that Hero, Kel, and Aubrey will forgive Basil and Sunny for what they did to Mari. I found this to be almost as unbelievable as the staged-suicide stunt.

It feels like a lie since the group’s friendship is never established as anything beyond shallow hang outs from 3+ years ago (see point #1).

It feels like a lie because this is hot off the heels of Aubrey being so distraught over Mari and the following fall out that in the last three days she 1.) attacked Sunny and Kel with a nail bat TWICE, 2.) Stole Basil’s photobook, and 3.) Shoved Basil in the lake. This trauma is still very fresh for her.

It feels like a lie because the complexity of the staged-suicide is so extreme, one would be hard pressed to forgive ANYONE for doing that, be it friend, foe, parent, sibling, lover, etc.

I’ve seen fans argue that the ending is not about forgiveness, it’s about telling the truth, and I want to believe that. Really. If the ending was about Sunny starting his redemption arc by telling the truth no matter what the consequences are, that would be a meaningful lesson. But the writing does not support that. The ending headspace segments are focused on assuring Sunny that his friends will support/forgive him no matter what. To do this, the game shows us the shallow photobook memories (again) to show how much they allegedly care about each other. Then, when fighting Omori, Sunny remembers these quotes from his friends, which directly correlate to their unconditional support:

KEL: Friends... Friends are supposed to be there for each other.

AUBREY: I hope you can find some peace... or you know... some happiness.

HERO: We made the mistake of leaving each other when we needed each other the most. This time... we’ll stay together.

BASIL: Maybe one day... things can go back to the way they were before.

The really direct evidence that this ending is about getting forgiveness is this quote from Basil in Sunny’s headspace:

[BASIL: “AUBREY, KEL and HERO are good friends. You have to trust that they’ll forgive us.”]

This is one of the last scenes before Sunny tells his friends the truth, proving that obtaining forgiveness from his FRIENDS is in fact the leading motivation for Sunny’s actions.

Fixing this writing lie is easy. Instead, adjust the writing to be about telling the truth, not about how much the friends will still love Sunny. Have headspace Basil say, “Even if they don’t forgive us, Aubrey, Kel, and Hero deserve to know the truth. It’s the only way to make things right... or close to it.”

Conclusion

OMORI is undeniably a cute game with a strong visual identity, and has a premise that could make for a very compelling experience. However, the sloppy plot and weak character writing cause the potential of this game to be squandered. There are other issues as well that I chose not to cover for the sake of time, such as the poor pacing of the dragged out dungeons and the bizarre, unrealistic behavior of characters in the “real” world.

However, there are a few more glaring problems with OMORI that I have to address: In part 2 of my critique, I break down what may be the biggest problem with OMORI’s writing: the message.

[ Link to Part 2: OMORI’s Message is Mishandled and Distasteful ]

#omori #omori hate #omori spoilers #review #words #fun fact i named sunny 'moony' so I had to consciously change all the moons to suns in this essay #suicide cw

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alirhi · 3 years

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okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

#fan rant #ragepost #long post #bucky barnes #mcu #captain america #the first avenger #the winter soldier #civil war #tfatws #mcu spoilers #stop victim blaming #victim not villain #never a fucking villain #bucky deserved better #fuck marvel #fuck disney

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ill-skillsgard · 3 years

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I need Faust and Faith's reunion after he's done touring 👉👈 No pressure or anything. I just miss them a lot!

I always miss Fausty boy! I have some other prompts I wanted to incorporate into this one, but it was getting too long. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: 18+ mentions of public sex, mature language, anti-religious overtones, mentions of blood, violence, death, and drug use.

Summary: Faith goes to her first black metal show and asks Faust about the black circle.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

The duelling guitars screeched through twin stacks of speakers and filled the auditorium with malfeasance. Faith had never witnessed such a carnal reaction. As she watched from the side stage, the crowd below opened into a whirling pit of black-clad showgoers, pushing, jumping and banging against each other. The drums kicked into a blistering rhythm, and her attention turned toward the man she barely recognized with white and black makeup painting his face like the ghost of a demon.

Faust punished his drumkit with expert precision, his arms blurring in the chaos of their first song. His black hair swung as he banged his head without missing a beat. Horned and studded limbs spilled over the metal barricade, tongues lolled, and eyes lit with blissful fury. The singer's growls seemed to rise from the depths of hell, a monster shrieking at its thralls for more destruction.

Even with earplugs in, Faith felt the music blowing back in waves, shaking the column of her throat and turning her brain to mush. She dared slip one plug out to hear the true volume and quickly stuffed it back in when the intensity struck.

During the ambient interludes between songs, the crowd roared still. A few hundred people raised their hands, praising the men on stage. It reminded her of church, how they would let their eyes roll back, chanting the hymns and facing their palms skyward. This was no church she had ever set foot inside. The walls were painted black, the floor sticky from spilled beer, and its congregation made her gathering's displays of loyalty seem demure. The air reeked of salty skin and malt embedded in the paint from nights like this.

Faith saw people wearing shirts with Faust's band logo on the front, and a burst of pride warmed her belly. Though she was remarkably out of place, there was an odd sense of welcome. She could run headfirst into the crowd and get swallowed up and spit out like anyone else.

When they finished their set, Faust retired his drumsticks to a holder, chugged an entire bottle of beer and took a brief bow to the crowd before walking off stage. Faith bounced as he approached and scooped her off the floor, smearing her face with paint from around his mouth. When he set her down, his lips were partially visible through the now grey muck.

"How was it?" Faust asked.

"You guys are amazing. That's was so cool, babe!"

"Ah, you're just saying that."

"No, really! I can't believe how crazy they went for you!"

Faust sneered playfully, though their reception had been one for the books. "Probably 'cause half the crowd are friends of ours."

"Doesn't matter. You still kicked ass."

Faust's smile was unbreakable from a show well played and seeing his girlfriend waiting for him at the side of the stage. He led her to the green room as stagehands and managers nodded them through and let her dab the corpse paint off her face in the bathroom. Faust sopped up the sweat in his hair with a towel and changed his stage clothes before Faith returned. His bandmates soon joined them, and the chatter was unintelligible. People from other bands came in to talk and congratulate the young group on their first cross-country tour, and soon the back was filled with people hanging VIP badges from their pockets.

Faust pulled Faith from the bedlam before the room grew too hot. They made their way to the main floor and the rows of merchandise tables. Faith couldn't help but feel privileged to have access to the other side of the tables where Faust told her she could stash her coat and purse while a lineup of fans waited to purchase t-shirts and albums. Admirers pulled Faust away several times to take photos and shake hands. Faith watched in awe as people took turns posing with her boyfriend, who stayed looking stoic in his half-melted face paint. Her boyfriend. People from all walks of life wanted proof they'd met him, asking him to sign album covers and tour posters.

When Faust broke away from the clamour of excited metal fans, he took Faith's hand and pulled her through the crowd to a stairwell guarded by security. He flashed his tour badge, and the guard permitted them to the balcony where a few other musicians sat in a less crowded area.

"Come on, let's go outside. I need a fucking smoke," Faust said.

They went through a set of metal doors to an outdoor balcony where two men leaned against the railing, passing a joint and chatting. One spotted Faust, and a smile cracked over his face.

"Hey, Faust. Great show, man. We watched from the balcony. You guys were fucking killer," the man passed the joint to the drummer.

He hauled a significant bout of smoke into his lungs, then expelled it into the night air, handing it back with a nod.

The man refused. "Pass it to the lady."

"She's good," Faust said.

"I'll take a hit," Faith countered.

Faust glanced at her, brow raised high. "You sure?" He chuckled.

"Yes. I'll be fine."

Faust handed her the joint and turned to his fellow musicians. "Thanks. Glad you guys enjoyed the set."

As Faith inhaled, the other man turned to her and offered his hand to shake. "Hey, I'm Janne."

"Faith," she mouthed around a lungful of searing smoke.

"This is Yosh," Janne gestured at the man who'd initially offered Faust the joint. "Good to meet you."

"Is this your girlfriend, Fausty?"

"Yeah. She's my girl."

"Aw, that's cute. Didn't take you for the relationship type, to be honest. You like this scary son of a bitch?" Yosh asked.

Faith giggled as she looked up at the towering man dressed in black while he lit a cigarette. "He's not that scary. At least not to me," said Faith.

"Good man to have by your side at a show. You might get trampled down there."

"This is actually my first show."

Yosh choked on a hit and coughed, "really? And you came to a black metal show? That's ballsy."

"Well, it's not really my thing, but I wanted to see them play. I came from out of town just to be here tonight," Faith said proudly.

"Oh, right. You guys are from the green belt, right? Or should I say, the black circle?" Janne tittered.

Faust's eyes grew stony. "No. I'm not part of that shit. Bunch of fucking posers."

"We were just talking about the church fire there a couple weeks ago. You guys are known for that, aren't you?"

"I don't know. Guess so," Faust shrugged.

"They said there was a body found after they put out the fire, and it was nailed to some pieces of wood...like a cross or something. Can you believe that shit? How metal is that?"

Faith swallowed. She had heard the news break the day after the fire before they announced the unidentified body and after Faust had surprised her at the bus stop. They had prayed about it in church the following week and set up a collection to bulldoze the wreckage and reconstruct the chapel even bigger than before. Her mother was so stricken from the news that Faith had to spend a night at her parents' house consoling her while her father bad-mouthed the city's youth.

Bunch of heathen Satan-worshippers in this town. If I'd have known how disgusting some of these people are, I'd have never moved us out here.

Faith, her sisters and their mother all huddled on the sofa watching reruns of Full House while Stan stood hard-backed at the front window, peering out every few minutes as if the culprit might attack them next.

Oh, Stan, you don't know who did it. You can't point the finger when the police haven't even updated the community. Give the embers a chanced to cool. Besides, it's places like these that need the most help. We'll raise the money. I just hope to God they catch the people who did this.

All Faith could think about as she ate her sundae next to her sister was what she was doing the night after the fire. While the fire department was busy putting out the flames across town, she was pressed against a brick wall getting fucked by one of the heathen Satan-worshippers her father despised. She tried not to connect dots that had no business forming any kind of picture. Faust's appearance had been a coincidence.

I'll tell you who did this... It's that damned black circle. They've done it before, and they'll do it again.

Faust waved a hand in front of Faith's face, and she flinched from her reveries. "Babe? You there?"

"Oh, sorry," she laughed. "Kind of zoned out."

"Wanna head back inside?"

Faith didn't realize she was shivering until Faust rubbed her upper arms. "Sure. Yeah, let's do that."

"One puff of a joint, and you're on another planet, huh? Good seeing you Janne, Yosh... We should tour again."

"Yeah, man. As soon as possible. We're always on the road. We'd love to have you out for as many gigs as you guys can handle."

Faust nodded and clasped hands with both men before urging Faith along with a palm on her bottom. Once they made it inside, he snuck his fingers under her skirt and pinched her hard enough to give her a jolt but not to hurt.

"Faust!"

"What? No one's looking. Hey, you wanna check out our tour bus?"

Faith went to the balcony railing and saw the next band setting up their gear. She pointed below and turned to Faust. "Won't we miss the next band?"

"You actually wanna stay and watch?"

"Uh, yeah! This is my first show. I wanna see all the bands."

"All right. We can stay up here or go to the floor. But I'm warning you, it can get ruthless down there."

"I want to go down. It looks fun."

"Then we have to go now. We'll try to get right up front where you won't get swallowed in a circle pit."

"Really?" Faith gasped. "Like, right up front at the barricade?"

"Sure, why not? If you want the full experience. I'll stand right behind you and make sure crowd-surfers don't land on your head. Then after, I'll show you the bus, and...I dunno...Probably fuck."

"Oh my goodness, Faust. Yeah, right!"

"I'm serious. I'd fuck you right here if there weren't people around."

Emboldened by his suggestion, Faith whirled around and stared up at him with her brows lowered. "What's all this about the black circle?"

Faust scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard it mentioned before and that you're part of it. I just wanna know. Is it some kind of gang?"

"Do I look like I'm in a fucking gang? No. It's just some dumb shit they made up in high school."

"They as in your friends?"

"It's stupid and means nothing."

Faith stood in place. "Well, they're saying that church burned down because of your friends. Aren't you afraid someone might ask you questions?"

"I'm not afraid of shit because I've been on tour this whole time."

"Faust—"

"What did I tell you about the twenty questions? Now, do you wanna go watch the show or do you wanna keep talking about irrelevant shit?"

Dissatisfied with his response, Faith clammed up and followed Faust to the main floor. They wriggled through the tightening crowd and got upfront before the lights lowered, and a gust of smoke covered the stage. Ominous chanting heralded in a band dressed in black hoods. Faith watched, awestruck, but in the back of her mind, thoughts of the black circle fermented, giving off a foul smell she couldn't ignore.

After the headlining band opened with pyrotechnics and the frontman tossing a skull of pig's blood over the crowd, Faust took Faith around back, where the tour buses formed a barrier between the street and the venue. He led her inside and turned on the light to reveal the interior in a state of disarray. Beer bottles overflowed in the sink, ramen noodle wrappers littered the floor, and spiked leather decorum hung over seats and tables. There was a shredded porn magazine, its contents pinned to the wall and drawn over with a black marker, breasts shooting fire and snakes slithering out of places that made Faith blush.

"Sorry about the smell. Touring always has a distinct odour of unwashed balls and puke."

Faith tried not to touch any surface until Faust showed her to the back lounge area, where they sat and looked at each other in prolonged silence. Faith reined in a smile while her boyfriend sat back and studied her face.

"I'm glad you came. Sorry that it's probably more chaotic than you expected."

"It's okay. I'm having fun."

"You sure? I know it's not really your scene."

"You're my scene," Faith said.

He reached for her hand. Faith thought he meant to hold her, but he tugged her closer instead, straddling her over his lap. His hands came up under her skirt and over her ass while they kissed. Faust pulled away as she rocked her hips forth and placed his hands on her hips.

"So, how's school?"

"You're really asking me about school when we haven't seen each other in weeks?"

"What? Is there something else you wanna do?"

"I think you know what I want."

"Yeah, but I want you to say it."

Faith peered down the hall, past the bunks, toward the front of the bus. "What if someone comes in?"

"Not like my band hasn't walked in on you sucking my cock before."

"Oh my gosh, don't remind me."

Faust darkened, pulled air through his teeth. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, I missed you. How is that even a question?"

He tilted his hips up and let Faith drop when he relaxed. She tugged his shirt up to appreciate the trail of hair leading down from his navel.

"What did you miss the most?"

"Your big, throbbing heart," Faith giggled. "I missed cuddling with you and going on walks together. Waking up with you beside me. Your cooking."

Faust pulled her down for a hug. "All right, all right. I get it. You wanna fuck, just not in the bus."

"Do your bandmates fuck girls in here?"

Laughter burst from his mouth as he rocked Faith back and forth. "They fucking wish."

The couple chuckled until another silence proceeded. Faith saw the fiery look in Faust's eyes, the appetite for her body that never tapered, his joy from having her there on his tour bus. Yet, all Faith saw was a building on fire, flames flickering behind his green stare. She smothered the thoughts with a kiss Faust took for permission to explore under her skirt again. Maybe she could kill her suspicions by reminding herself how much he loved her, the lengths he would go to protect her.

Voices yelled outside the bus, distracting Faith but not Faust, who rolled beneath her hips, oblivious to the arousal shooting through his groin.

"Yeah, come on, baby. Pull my cock out and sit on it for me. It'll be quick."

"Faust!" Someone shouted outside of the bus.

Faith pushed on his chest and perked toward the sound.

"Where the fuck is that asshole? First, he fucks off for an entire day, loses his phone, makes us cancel a show, and now the prick can't be dicked to help load out because his bitch is here? Getting real fucking sick of the bullshit, Ola."

"Mordy, chill out, man."

The bus door opened, followed by a waft of cigarette smoke. Boot tread hammered across the floor, and Mordy swayed through to the back, scoffing when he saw Faust with his girlfriend perched on his lap.

"You wanna take apart your drumkit, or are you just gonna let it sit in the way of everyone's gear? Oh, sorry, should have known you were too busy to be fucking bothered."

Faust lifted Faith off his thighs, and she bounced on the sofa as he shot up and stared Mordy down. The bass player didn't flinch.

"What? What're you gonna do, Faust? Punch me out? Good thing it's our last show. Wouldn't want your personal business getting in the way of the biggest tour of our fucking lives so far."

"You don't know shit, so I suggest you shut your mouth."

"No, I'm not gonna shut my mouth. Someone has to stand up to you, and none of these pussies will. Go load out your fucking gear, man!"

Faust smelled whiskey on Mordy's breath. He was far too sober to start a fight with the bass player and nodded, shouldering past him. Mordy crashed into the wall and cursed as the drummer stomped off the bus, leaving Faith fidgeting with the edge of her skirt and unsure if she should follow. Mordy scoffed at her and exited the bus after Faust, shouting until she no longer heard him.

When Faust returned, Faith stood up and wrang her wrists. "Should I leave?"

"We're both leaving," Faust muttered as he tore open the zipper on his backpack and scrounged up his clothes and stage effects to stuff inside. He ducked into the small fridge and took four bottles of beer, sticking two in the holders of his bag and pocketing the other two inside his leather jacket.

"Come on. We're out of here."

"But, neither of us have a car, and we're far from home," Faith said.

"Call a cab."

Outside of the bus, guitar cases and boxes of merch waited for loading. Faust opened a tote, wrenched open a steel moneybox and took some of the cash inside. He found Faith's coat and purse and passed them to her before kicking a hole into the plastic container. Mordy and Ola noticed this as Faust walked away with Faith in tow.

"Hey, asshole! What do you think you're doing? You can't just fucking take off with the merch money!"

Faust turned around, grabbed his crotch and flipped them off. "Suck my dick, fuckbags. Find a new drummer."

#faust x faith #valter skarsgard fanfiction #fanfiction

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dailylogyn · 3 years

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Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

Other Logyn Meta’s: https://dailylogyn.tumblr.com/tagged/logyn-meta

Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife?

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple.

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings.

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness.

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric.

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity.

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her.

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.)

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost.

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be.

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki.

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife.

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer.

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship.

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

Photo Source: https://www.zerochan.net/1262293#full

Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other.

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way.

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology.

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want.

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you.

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

#logyn #loki x sigyn #loki and sigyn #Marvel Comics #Loki Laufeyson #sigyn #logyn meta #Constancy & Chaos (Logyn)#justiceforsigyn #justiceforlogyn #justiceforloki

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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Stan’s Surprise Babysitting Gig

A little something something I just wrote up for my new Marriage of Convenience AU. Enjoy.

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Stan pushed open the unlocked front door and strode into the house. Normally, he wouldn’t bother stealing from a house without planning it in advance, but he was pissed that a strange woman had chewed him out for not being home.

She musta confused me for her husband or something. Stan looked around the living room. His eyes landed on a wedding photo. The groom looked familiar. No way. Stan strode over to the photo. He stared. The bride was unmistakably the woman from the park, but that wasn’t who he was focusing on. He was more concerned with the man who had his arms around her. Ford?

“Geez, Sixer, you really call that a smile?” he muttered. To his eye, Ford looked miserable.

Doesn’t surprise me, since he’s as gay as the day is long. Why’s he stringing along some poor woman? Stan stared at the photo for a moment longer. Maybe Mom got to him. Stan sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. So much for stealing today. Don’t really wanna take my twin’s shit. An idea came to him. But maybe I can talk my way into staying the night. I’m starting to get a back problem from sleeping in the car all the time.

Stan strolled through the house, idly eating an apple he’d grabbed from a bowl on the kitchen counter. After scoping everything out, he’d come to a conclusion: Ford and his wife were fairly well off.

They’re not rich, but they’ve definitely got more money than Mom and Pops. Stan opened the door leading to the only room he hadn’t explored. His jaw dropped. He’d expected a study or office. But offices don’t have cribs.

Quietly, Stan stepped into the room. He made his way to the closest crib. At the head of the crib was a hand-painted wooden sign decorated with flowers. It read “Iris”. He looked into the crib. Fast asleep was a little girl in a purple onesie. She couldn’t be any older than two.

Okay, now I get why Ford’s wife was so pissed no one was at home. Stan stared down at his niece, Iris. She had Ford’s large, ruddy nose and thick curls, though her hair was a bright red. She must get that from her mom. Maybe Ford’s wife is a bottle blonde? Stan turned away to look at the other crib. Soft fussing sounded from behind him. He turned back. Iris was awake.

“Dada,” she whimpered, clumsily pulling herself to her feet, her six-fingered hands gripping the bars of the crib. Stan’s heart melted. He lifted her from the crib.

“Sorry, pumpkin, I’m not your dad,” he whispered, stroking her face. “I’m your Uncy Stan.” Iris frowned at him. She grabbed Stan’s nose.

“Dada nose,” she insisted. Stan laughed.

“All right, you got me there. I’ve got the same nose as your dad.”

“Dada,” Iris repeated, nodding.

“If you say so, kiddo. Now, let’s go look at your brother or sister, okay?” Stan walked over to the other crib. The sign on this one was decorated with stars and read “Orion”.

Of fucking course Ford would name his kid “Orion”. Sweet Moses. Stan looked down at Ford’s son. Unlike Iris, Orion was sleeping in his diaper alone, making it possible for Stan to see his nephew’s twelve toes. Damn. They’ve both got extras. Wonder what their mom thinks of that.

“Dada,” Iris whined. Stan squeezed her.

“Not here, pumpkin. We don’t wanna wake up your brother,” he whispered back. Orion began to stir.

Shit. Quietly but quickly, Stan left the nursery. He left the door ajar, so that he could hear when Orion woke up. Iris tugged on his mullet.

“Ouch!” he yelped. Iris giggled.

“Dada fun.”

“Dada fun, huh?” Stan asked. Iris giggled again. “You’re wrong, sweetie. Uncy Stan fun. Not Dada.” Iris leaned her head against his chest, smacking her lips happily.

I can’t just leave them on their own. They’re too damn tiny. Stan looked down at his niece. I couldn’t do that to a random kid, let alone my own family. Iris babbled at him. Stan managed a smile.

“I guess I’m babysitting you today.” Iris giggled. “Yeah, you should be excited. Uncy Stan is way more fun than Dada.”

“Unc,” Iris mumbled. Stan’s grin broadened.

“Yeah! Uncy Stan!”

“Unc,” Iris repeated cheerfully. Stan kissed the top of her head.

She’s a helluva a smart cookie. Just like her dad.

#Stan! loves! kids! esp when they are his family!!!!#Stanley Pines #uhhh damn can't really tag any other characters can I lol #Gravity Falls AU #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks #Marriage of Convenience AU

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vulpixen · 2 years

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Memories Past

Here is my fourth and final entry for @stanuary this year for Week 4: Past. It is set in my Lost and Gained AU. Again. But I wanted to write something that I’ve wanted to do for a while and this has been a good excuse for it. There are ocs of mine who are also from the OBWHF AU and new ones for this au. Hope you all enjoy!

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Stan took out a photo album of his that documents moments in time he received from his wife Andrea’s parents all those years ago that began their journey together as a couple. The first photos of him and Andy together when they were teenagers. Back then as a teenager, Andy wore her auburn hair short in a bob and she liked wearing turquoise colored tops and blue skorts where the stripped skirt reached her knees and dark blue boots. Stan sighed while turning each page of pictures.

That night at prom where Stan wore that slick pink suit and pants, and Andy wore a blue-green dress with a white corsage around her wrist. Stan carried Andy in a bridal style for the photo with his then-girlfriend having wrapped her arms around his neck. And right next to his picture with Andy was Ford and his then girlfriend/now wife Lucina Evergreen, who came all the way from Gravity Falls to be his date of the evening. The four had a grand time dancing and drinking punch. Stan and Andy did much more after they dropped Ford and Lucina off at their respective places at the time.

Fast forward to Stan sitting next to Andy at the hospital holding their newborn twin children, James Stanford and Jessie Catherine Pines, on May 5 of 1972. Looking at this picture brought back those emotional feelings of happiness and nervousness he felt back then of becoming a new dad. There were ups and downs that came with parenting, but Stan figured he did alright and used what he learned when his and Andy’s third and final child, Leroy Stanley Pines, four years after James and Jessie were born. Leroy was born with bright ginger hair, unlike his older twin siblings who had brown hair in the next photo after passing through photos of when him and Andy were hopping state to state with their kids and dog Butch they had at the time.

Stan turned the page to the photo of him and Andy marrying in Las Vegas with a sea-themed backdrop. It was exactly what they had in mind for a quick, no-stress and cheap wedding where their kids got to witness. Andy wore a white dress with a sea green sash around her waist and pearls around her neck and Stan in a black suit.

Stan paused and looked up at the wall where his first comic book was displayed in a frame right next to Andy’s master degree in marine biology. Before coming to Gravity Falls and what followed after. A rough time for the family. Stan had to put his dream on hold for a while, as did Andy in order to get Ford, Lucina, and their twin daughters in an unexpected twist.

But before that were to happen, Stan continued to browse through the pictures that fast forward to the grand opening of the Mystery Shack, his three children getting older and beginning their lives with their own jobs, finding love, and forming families of their own. James got married to a werewolf woman named Tara Greyson with four children Cormac, and identical triplets Arya, Aria and Anais. Jessie found not one but two people, Lillian Prescott and Maurice Devlin-Pierce to be with and had three children, Tanya, Stanley Junior and Tyrone. Then Leroy had found his own love with a man named Harlow McCorkle and had one son, Arlo. Stan and Andy had one of each grandchildren’s picture within the album as newborns. Those grandchildren have grown so quickly since then.

Stan was almost finished with the album when Andy came inside.

“Hey, handsome. See you’re lookin’ through the old book.”

Stan kept the album open and let out a chuckle. “Yeah, And. I guess I felt like going through it.” Andy wrapped her arm around her husband in affection.

“Nothin’ wrong with feelin’ a bit nostalgic. Time sure has flown away.” Andy let out a heavy sigh.

“Almost through with it, anyhow. Getting to the part where we hired Soos.” Stan turns the page and finds a younger Soos with a question mark t-shirt that was bigger than he was at the time, but he would grow into it. “Let me tell ya, he became one of the best employees we ever had! Not counting our kids and grandkids, because we taught them the trade.”

“I wholly agree. Do you think we can keep the Mystery Shack goin’? You aren’t gettin’ any younger.”

“Yer right. And that’s if Sixer wants to keep the place a tourist trap, but I think it grew on him. I do have an idea who can keep it going.” Stan and Andy exchange smiles.

The moment was broken when Ford entered the room.

“Stan, you said you’ll be picking up the twins at the bus stop, right?”

“Oh, right!” Stan put down the photo album on the bed and gets up on his feet. He gives his wife a parting kiss. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Love you, Stan.”

“Love you, too.”

#gravity falls #vulpixens ocs #vulpixens fanfiction #stanuary 2022 #stanuary #lost and gained au #stan pines #stanley pines #week four: past #canon x oc #standy

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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The Babysitter

Single-Dad!Sebastian Stan X Fem!Reader

Summary: After your sister-in-law gets you a babysitting job, you and Sebastian fall in love.

Warnings: mentions death by birth (briefly) and fluff.

A/n: HI!!! Sorry, I accidentally posted the first draft 🤦‍♀️ but this is the exact same thing just not with the ask. I absolutely loved the idea!!!

You parked the car making your way upstairs. Knocking on the door it was answered by a man maybe 3 years older than you at the most. Behind him you could see a little boy hid poking his head around the corner, he couldn't have been older than 7. He had short light brown hair and bright blue eyes, that was obvious he got from his father. You recognized him from your nephew's class.

"Hello you must be y/n! I'm Sebastian, the spy back there is Julian." He said shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at him before looking back at the boy. "Hi there hunny."

"Hi." Julian waved shyly.

"Come in." Sebastian welcomed. He was going out to meet up with Chris Evans since he was coming in town. So that's where you came in, you were the aunt of one of Julian's friends from school, along with babysitting for a few of his other friends. "Jule, come all the in and introduce yourself." Sebastian urged the young boy.

"Sorry tata." Julian said running over hiding behind him. "I'm Julian!"

"Nice to meet you Julian! I'm y/n." You smiled.

"I'm going to my toys now." He told his dad before running off.

"He's a delight when you get to know him." Sebastian promised. "Let me give you the run down."

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"And bedtime is 9 no negotiations, he will try." Sebastian finished listing down the rules.

"Got it I think I can handle that. When will you be back?" You asked him.

"Uh probably around 11 or 12... You can sleep on the couch if you'd like, Netflix is signed in as well." He said.

"Okay got it. Go have a good time. I can handle Julian. Go have fun with your friend."

"Yeah uh sorry I don't leave him much. Julian!! Come say bye." He shouted. Soon the ocean eyed kid came walking into the living room.

"Bye daddy!" He hugged his dad.

"Bye buddy. Be good for y/n." Sebastian kissed his son on the top of the head and left.

"Okay. You have an hour till bedtime how about we got you in jammies and we watch a movie?" You asked.

"Yeah!! Can I pick!"

"Of course!" You smiled as you followed him to his room. "Okay pick your jammies."

"These ones!" He pulled out a pair of Captain America and Winter soldier pajamas. "My daddy is this one." He pointed at one of the characters.

"Woah! That's cool! Need any help?"

"No."

———

A tipsy Sebastian came stumbling into the apartment. He tossed his keys in the dish and went to the living room with intent to just crash on the couch. He had forgotten all about you until he saw you asleep with your feet on his coffee table, and Julian sleeping in your lap one of your hands resting gently on his back. Madagascar playing quietly in the background. He smiled, he wasn't sure about leaving Julian with someone other than his mom and step-dad. He's been raising Julian as a single dad since the day Julian was born. His mother passed giving birth. In those seven years, he's never found a woman worthy of him, and definitely not worthy of being his son's mother figure. It could be the lack of trying, or it could be that when he did try the women didn't like sharing his attention with Julian. That's why when he first saw you at his son's school, he didn't walk over.

He thought you were pretty, and wanted to ask you on a date but just couldn't work up the courage. When he did, you were already leaving, with a boy he recognized as his son's best friend. When your sister in law suggested to him you as a babysitter, he took her up on the offer, getting your number from her.

"Oh your back." A quiet voice whispered. He snapped from his thoughts seeing you rubbing your eyes with one hand keeping the other on Julian's back.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Here let me get him." Sebastian stumbled forward still tipsy.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Just go get ready for bed. I'll get him in his bed. And uh could I sleep here tonight on the couch of course. I think I'm to tired to drive." You gently stood before lifting the 7 year old with some struggle.

"Of course." Sebastian yawned before leaving to his bedroom. You smiled going to Julian's room tucking him in before making your way back to the couch and laying down. Sebastian came out a few minutes later but decided not to disturb you once he saw you about to fall asleep.

———

You shuffled away to the sound of sizzling on the stove. Looking around you saw Sebastian cooking while Julian sat on the counter talking to his dad about the night before. You yawned alerting the men of your consciousness.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Morning!" Julian said happily.

"Morning. What's cooking?" You asked sitting up.

"Eggs! I'm helping!" Julian exclaimed. You chuckled walking over.

"Okay Jule go get dressed I gotta talk to Y/n." Sebastian helped his son off the counter.

"You got it, Tata."

"Why does he call you tata?" You asked curiously.

"We're Romanian." Sebastian explained.

"Nice. What did you need to talk about?"

"First you need paid... And second I was wondering if I could maybe take you out for dinner sometime?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"Sure, I'd like that." You smiled.

"Daddy!!! Can I have a lollipop in my lunch today?" Julian asked running in breaking up the moment.

"Sure." Sebastian smiled.

"We'll set up times later." You whispered.

———

That day was almost 6 years ago now, you're been married for two years. Looking back you knew your sister in law was playing matchmaker for you. Not that you cared, you met your now husband and the father of your kids, Julian and Grace.

"Mom! Can you help me?" The now 13 year old Julian asked holding his tie. "Dad's busy with Gracie.

"Of course Hun come here.

"Thanks mom." Julian smiled.

"Hey dragoste? Where is Gracie's new bow is?" Your husband shouted.

"I left it with her dress." You explained. Your family was off to a premiere for one of Sebastian's movies.

"Oh! Found it!" He shouted.

"Okay here-" You started helping your son with his tie.

Once Sebastian was done dressing the 1 year old he made his way into the living room where you were just finishing tying Julian's tie.

"There you go. Very handsome." You smiled kissing your son on the forehead. Sebastian loved seeing your relationship with his son grow. He didn't expect that dinner those years ago would've led to this but he sure was glad.

"Tata! Whatcha think?" Julian said noticing his dad.

"You look great!"

"We need a photo! Julian hold you sister for one photo." You said. Sebastian laughed passing Gracie to Julian.

"Okay mom."

This was your family. Sebastian was so happy watching all the mornings you dance around with Julian in the kitchen while making breakfast. He hopes that Julian's birth mother would be proud of how far their family has came.

"Well lets go!"

A/n: halfway through writing this I realize... The actor who plays billy maximoff in wandavision is named Julian as well. 🤣

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toastedkiwi · 4 years

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Summary: Sebastian is at a children’s hospital meeting kids and signing toys. He meets a very interesting little guy.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Your son ran up to the man signing the toys. It’s an abomination that he dares draw on the box.

“Stop!” James yelled and pulled out the toy from Sebastian’s hands. “You can’t draw on them! It’s not nice!”

Sebastian is in shock. This has never happened. He’s never experienced this. Your sister is hysterically laughing and filming the interaction to send to you.

“My mommy should have a word with you,” the five year old grumbled and glaring daggers at him.

“Hold up,” Sebastian said putting the cap back on his sharpie.

“Auntie Sammy, call my mommy this instant,” James demanded and stomped his foot.

“Little man,” Sammy said going over to her nephew. “You can’t just grab things out of people’s hands. You’re almost as bad as him for writing on the toys.”

She takes the action figure out of his little hands and hands it to Sebastian. She picks up the grumpy little boy who glares at the actor.

“Let’s get you some food, Jamesy,” Sammy said. “You’re getting cranky.”

“I’m in room 298 and you’ll talk with my mommy, mister!” James grumbled.

“I’ll be there,” Sebastian said.

When Sebastian walks into the room after signing and spending time with other kids, he gets this nasty look from James. He’s hooked up to a heart rate monitor and now an IV. He’s also wearing his Captain America pajama bottoms along with his Spiderman robe but no shirt and Sebastian sees the angry red scar on his chest.

“I didn’t draw on it,” Sebastian said showing him the Winter Soldier action figure that he held behind his back.

“You’re not forgiven,” James hissed.

Sebastian pouted and came over to him. Sammy just sat back and watched.

“Let’s start over,” Sebastian said. “I’m Sebastian.”

“James,” the five year old said looking up at him.

“I got this for you,” Sebastian said holding out the action figure. “But clearly, you like Captain America and Spiderman more.”

“My mommy shoulda named me after one of them instead of after that other dude,” James grumbled looking at the toy he took into his hands.

“Who’s the other dude?” Sebastian curiously asked pulling up a chair to his bedside and sitting down.

“Pfft, she has the hots for Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes,” Sammy snorted.

Sebastian grinned a bit and James said, “he ain’t that hot.”

“Sebastian plays him, Jamesy,” Sammy informed him and pointed at the actor.

James looks at him and said, “you are not that hot.”

Sebastian gasped in mock offense and Sammy laughed.

“I’m better looking than you,” James added. “My mommy even says so.”

“Well, where’s your mommy? I gotta have a word with her,” Sebastian said.

“It’s classified informat-tion,” James sassed.

“She’s overseas. She’s in the Navy,” Sammy said.

“She’s cooler than you. Auntie Sammy, show him the pictures,” James said.

She shook her head and pulled out her phone. She goes into her camera roll and finds the album that was purposely made so if James is missing you. She hands her phone over to James. He easily picks the picture of you posing with your war dog with the exact same glare on your face along with black war paint the side of cheek.

“There’s my mommy,” James said shoving the phone in Sebastian’s face.

Sebastian takes the phone out of his hands and looks at the picture.

“She’s pretty cool,” Sebastian said. “What’s the dog’s name?”

“Reaper, the Bringer of Death. He’s got tit-titanium teeth,” James informed.

“His canines are titanium. Tell him why, Jamesy,” Sammy said.

“It’s to break apart Kevlar and even metal,” James said looking at the actor.

“Wow, that’s crazy,” Sebastian said handing him back the phone.

But instead, James swipes to the next picture of you and you’re wearing a Stitch onesie along with James. Sebastian holds the phone so the three of them can look at the pictures.

“She likes the movie Stitch,” James said. “And thank god, she didn’t name me Stitch.”

Sebastian chuckled and James swipes his finger on the screen. You’re in a bikini sitting on a surfboard with James standing on top of it and your hands are on his waist.

“We used to live in Hawaii. Mommy loves Hawaii but the mainland supposedly has better doctors,” James said.

Another picture. This time it’s you with a bunch of your buddies that you fight alongside.

“That’s her team,” James said. “She helps out Navy SEALs on their missions.”

“That’s pretty dang cool, James,” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, she’s cooler than you,” James said.

“You miss her?” He asked.

James nods his head and relaxes back into the bed. Sebastian swipes to the next picture. You have Sammy in a head lock and you’re sticking your tongue out to the camera. Sammy is unamused and the both of you dawn Santa hats.

“My mommy is still gonna get after you for drawing on the toys,” James insisted.

“Oh I’m sure,” Sebastian said grinning.

They continue going through the photos of you with James or even Sammy explaining what’s happening. There’s even a few videos that he watches with them and it brings smiles to both their faces. And it just makes him want to know you. They talk about you like you hung the moon and he’s jealous that they know you.

Sammy curled up on the chair and managed to fall asleep along with James after awhile. Sebastian turns off her phone and puts it on the table. He covers Sammy up with the blanket that was rested on the arm of the chair. He also pulls the blankets over James and takes the boxed action figure. He signs his name knowing that James will be very pissed off when he wakes up. He also leaves his number for Sammy if she or James needs anything. Sebastian puts the toy beside Sammy’s phone. He’ll have to see the duo again.

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alexis-medina · 3 years

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Dissecting: Edens Zero Ch. 130-134

Kleene/Jinn

I was reading Ch. 83 and found this.

See, I don’t know if Mashima plans his story out or if he develops certain plots on the spot because everything is connecting. “Oh, I could use this later...” Brilliant. Amazing. For real though, I was like damn it’s the Mildian/Sun Jewel arc again (Xiaomei’s battles foreshadowing).

Shura vs Ziggy

It was interesting to read that Shura isn't the biological son of Nero. This leads me to think...what if Shura and Shiki are related? I mean they both have gravity ether and they both were taught by Ziggy. They both are also strong in their own right. We also have the theme from Fairy Tail of Good vs Evil (Zeref and Natsu) but in this instance it would be Shura and Shiki. We also don't know where they came from - their origins. Plus, Nero says that his power was incompatible with Shura but he was able to match with Ziggy's gravity powers.

Later, when the crew of Edens Zero find another relic (Robo Cola cap), they infer that Mother could be a place and a person. I was also thinking that because in FT: 100 years quest, Aldoron was a dragon god but his body was home to 5 cities.

So, if I'm right then, Shiki and Shura maybe are from a city on Mother...and maybe even Rebecca.

I'm noting that Shiki is younger than Shura. When Ziggy was training Shura, that was 15 years ago but, that's also the same time Ziggy found Shiki as a baby....unless Ziggy is lying and he has false memories. 👀👀👀 Is Ziggy truly good or bad? Does Shiki have additional powers like Rebecca?

What is the all-link system? Looks like Shura and Ziggy have the same idea. I think if Shura and Ziggy battle - Ziggy will win. What did you guys think?

Xenolith and the Crew of Edens Zero

I wonder why Xenolith's maintenance is lasting longer. Perhaps it may be revealed in the future. I would laugh if he moved his consciousness/personality data into a younger robot body.

Weisz stays being a perv lol with the bondage training.

Did Xenolith teach Shiki 'Black Sky?' For me, I feel like in the next arc, when Shiki is facing a really tough opponent we will get flashbacks of his training with Xenolith and him learning Black Sky. Then, he'll perform it against the enemy...which could be Ziggy. So, yes, I think Xenolith did teach him. Could be wrong but we'll have to wait and see!

Both Xenolith and Xiaomei have stated that Rebecca's power will change/save the world/universe.

- Xiaomei (Ch. 64): "She has only just begun to unlock the secrets of Leap’s real power. This power may truly save the universe one day."

- Xenolith (Ch. 132): "Her power is weak…but it is the most special. Special enough to change the world."

Witch calling Rebecca a 'Chrono Witch' is giving me Scarlet Witch vibes...

Math for Dummies lol

Stronger heart = Stronger gravity Strength + Tranquility = Strong Heart = Rise from darkness Strength - Tranquility = Weak Heart Weak heart = Weak gravity = Fall to darkness

Fan service with the bath scenes but, at least it is keeping the story going, in that, she has to train in the bath in order to get stronger. Sister makes me geek, "You better get out of those ropes before this turns x-rated." When I read that scene, it gave me Virgo vibes from FT.

I also want to see how Xenolith met Ziggy. So, I'm wishing for a flashback.

I don't know if I put this on a post before or not but, my thoughts are that Ziggy did reach Mother and found Shiki there. He erased the Four Shining Stars memories because something bad would happen if he didn't (like they would get infected the way he is now). So, he did it to save them.

UGHHHH BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER...WHYYYYY - It'll probably blow my mind when it gets revealed.

Also, WOOHOOO! Jinn and Kleene joined the crew. That cute ass smile!!! OOOMG his face when he isn't able to untie Kleene. 🥺🥺🥺

The Oceans

So cool to see the winners of the Edens Zero character competition featured as the Oceans 6! I'm a fan of all of them and don't you worry...we won't forget Shura's assistant even though she's not part of the 6. However, she might be since Shura killed off Cyca. Yikes.... RIP Cyca

Their designs are so clean!! (Sorry if the images look blurry Tumblr only allows 10 photos per post so I tried stitching them together in Illustrator but I think the file size is too big for Tumblr so that's why it may be blurry but, I hope you get the gist of their designs.)

Holy

I wonder what she means by that...I feel like this will be important later. We also don't know much about the other members of the Oración Seis Interstellar. I'm excited to see what their ether gear is...especially Eraser. 👀👀👀 Does his ether have something to do with erasing things? Are they corrupt or good guys? I guess we'll found out soon...

B-Cube

Rebecca has carved 'Edens Zero' onto her B-Cube. Did you guys notice in Ch. 134 that Rebecca's ingrained B-Cube is the same one we see in Ch. 4? That's the scene where there are two robots 20,000 years in the future who find two bodies (a man and a woman) and a B-Cube which we can now confirm is Rebecca's.

The Ships + Other Notable Mentions

LOL I feel like if I was a B-Cuber, I would be an entertainment/fashion channel....basically like Sorcerer Weekly but make it Space Weekly or a cool name like Into the Void. Maybe a play off of 'Cosmopolitan' but shorten it to 'Cosmos.' So many options.

Anyways lets get into the ships. I talked about this first ship in a recent post.

#1 Homura and Creed

I'll say it again...I SHIP IT! I am hoping for some more scenes with them together. He always looks so cute when he blushes <3 He's a Homura stan too hahah. 🥺🥺🥺

Predictions: - Creed and Homura will fight - Creed will protect Homura again - Homura will save Creed - Creed will join the Edens Zero crew

Now, I was reading on a few discord channels that people are comparing Creed to Mest (Fairy Tail). Now, I am really trying to understand this comparison because frankly, I don't see it. Creed has a crush on Homura. That's valid. Also, Creed doesn't just have pictures of just Homura, he has Weisz, Rebecca, and Shiki. He's not creepy like Mest.

Mest was a weird guy when we first met him laying in the pool or eating flowers. Their personalities are totally different IMO. We could talk ages about the age gap stuff but I'm not really gonna go into that.

Do you see the comparison?

#2 Rebecca and Shiki

Shiki escaping from his restraints to save 'Rebecca' made me happy lol. It makes me think what he would do if it was Homura or Weisz in that situation. What would Shiki do? Plus, after the simulation was over...we can see Rebecca in awe and blushing.

Then, Shiki is hugging Rebecca and they're both blushing 💕 That's a cute moment ngl.

"I'm not THAT into Shiki." - So, you don't deny that you like him 😉

#3 Hermit

I don't know if I mentioned this but I fucking love Hermit's name. It's such a cool name.

#4 Justice

Ch. 130 he was looking gooooood with his bandages. 🥵🥵🥵

Ps. Did you get a chance to view Edens Zero PV 2?!?

Did you notice the homage to Fairy Tail in Ch. 134? "Why are your ideas so Fairy Tale?"

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