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aftgficrec · 10 days

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My favorite fics are soft andriel, and teen andriel.

Here’s my recs:

Raised on little light by maqicien

Falling is a lot like drowning by chaoticas_hell

This wasn’t in the prophecy (series) by Arirmis

(Account locked) Raise me up so you can watch me fall by Yes_No_ofcourse

And this last one is angst and dark but I do love it

Hiding scars under exy gear By rinz

Wow, that’s a lot of recs in one submission! Usually we just get one or two 🤣. - S

You can find some of those fics here:

‘Raised on Little Light’ here (since updated)

‘Falling Is A Lot Like Drowning’ here (since updated)

‘Raise me up so you can watch me fall’ here (locked, now complete)

This wasn’t in the prophecy by Arirmis [Rated T/M, 73294 words, incomplete, last updated Feb 2024]

Percy Jackson AU where all of the foxes are demigods, Andrew meets Neil shortly after his mom dies, and joins him on the run instead of going back to camp. Part one spans from their first meeting to their first kiss; Part two will take place a few years later, when certain circumstances force them to return to camp, and Andrew has to deal with what he left behind, on top of their current problem. While both fics should be able to be read individually, it does make more sense if you read them in order :)

Part 1: Cross your fingers, here we go (T, 25037 words, complete)

Millport is a horrible, dry as fuck little town in the vast nothingness of the dust hole that is Arizona, and Andrew hates it with vigor. He has been tracking a horde of Manticores for weeks now, and isn’t that something? A half-blood having to chase after the monsters. He is starting to feel like one of Renee’s hunters, when Andrew is pretty sure the nasty scorpion-cats should want to kill him more then he wants to kill them. Or, Andrew expected to find all sorts of things on his first quest. He didn’t expect a twitchy, blue-eyed half-blood with monsters on his heels, and he surely didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/non-con, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: child neglect, tw: assumed character death

Part 2: Mortal Bodies, Timeless Souls (M, 48257 words, incomplete)

„Minyard! Get your ass up and put some armor on! Abby, Greene, get the infirmary in shape, border control just spotted a motherfucking Drakon in the woods!“ As if Wymack’s order triggered it, a ear grating screech echoes all the way to the big house. The camp counselor curses. „Move it people, there are half-bloods out there that need to get to safety!“ Or, for two and a half years, Aaron has been grieving the brother he buried, only to learn now, that Andrew is very much alive. He also has a scarred little shithead in tow, that Aaron wants to punch in the face regularily. Life is fun like that.

tw: blood, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/non-con, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: child neglect, tw: assumed character death, tw: vomit

Hiding scars (under exy gear) by rinz [Rated M, 34309 words, incomplete, last updated March 2024]

Juggling a mobster serial killer household and high school is harder than Neil had anticipated. and that goth kid on the roof really needs to mind his own business. OR a high school AU where neil and mary never run from nathan and neil meets the foxes in private high school instead.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: imlied/referenced torture, tw: graphic violence

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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A little alternate scene to @kyanako5972 's Amane request. I like the other drabble a bit better regarding how things would actually play out, but I couldn't resist trying something that included Fuuta. He's Amane's closest friend. He's the other person to openly say he'll go after a child and not give them special treatment. He literally looks like the orange cat she saved. I couldn't cover it all but there's just so much going on with them. Warning for references to Amane's cult/abuse mindset.

“Jeez, you scared the crap outta me…”

Fuuta looked up to find Amane standing over his bed, staring intently as he woke. Amane knew he was doing his best to appear upset with her for the intrusion, but his grimace could be mistaken for pain in his condition.

She knew she didn’t look much better, an eyepatch tucked under her short hair and bandages circling her body. It had taken all her strength to rise and make her way to his cell. She was used to walking off a bit of pain, but this was a different level altogether.

She opened her mouth. She had come in here with a mission. She had her speech prepared. She didn’t write it out like her father was known to do, but she did rehearse it a few times quietly to herself, as she’d seen from him.

Fuuta had listened to her when no one else would; there was a chance her passionate words could convince him to reject that doctor’s evil work and find the light. They could shed these bandages together, becoming pure and following their intended paths. She’d already tried removing her eyepatch several times, but there was always someone there to put it back on. It had been hard to fend off so many overbearing adults, the way her body screamed at her each time she tried. She despised them. She was suffocated by them.

But with Fuuta by her side, she could do it. There was power in numbers. Her mother, Es, Kotoko – all of them thought she was wicked. They weren’t important. They were only human. She could still be a good girl, in the ways that mattered. They could be good together.

“Kajiyama Fuuta.”

“What?”

But the words caught in her throat.

His voice was so weak. It was nothing like the way he spoke to her before. His eyes dulled with exhaustion, half-hidden under ginger hair. She couldn’t keep her gaze from the makeshift sling Shidou had put together with one of the bedsheets. It didn’t look much different than her own handiwork. The thought brought with it a surge of pride, which immediately made her tremble with shame.

He had changed so much. This wasn’t the same person she had found camaraderie in before. If only she could help him. If only she could save him.

No. There was a right way and a wrong way to help him, and she mustn't be led astray. She had come here to help in the right way. Thoughts spun rapidly through her mind. Her trembling worsened. Her chest ached, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the emotions or the broken ribs. She just had to follow through. She had to be good. She had to –

“Stop being creepy,” he wheezed. “Just spit it out.”

“I – I have to go.”

She spun around. She could save Fuuta another day.

“Oi, Amane.”

“I said I have to go.”

“I'm sorry.”

She paused in the doorway to the cell. She glanced back at him, curious.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’m just... Sorry that happened to you. It was a fucked up thing to do.”

Amane shook her head. She held her chin high. “It was meant to be, and thus, I can bear it. You must, too.”

Fuuta's laugh turned into a cough. “You’re a weird kid. But tougher than I gave you credit for.”

Amane couldn’t meet his eyes. “Thank you.”

#milgram #amane momose #fuuta kajiyama #ill need to think on the two of them some more but im genuinely torn if their friendship can overcome her conditioned fear #by this point in canon it definitely can if fuuta is trying hard #but this is set early in their guilty verdicts and before they had time to properly bond #plus fuuta is too weak to properly discuss things with her #but as mentioned here maybe his weakness is what sets her over again -- she has such a big heart and cant resist helping others in need #even when its an exact repeat of the cat situation....#anyway excuse me while i cry a lot over amane momose!!!!#tw cults #tw child abuse #drabbles

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ashes-writing-corner · 7 months

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Yall getting spoiled today cause here i am updating a little over a whole 24 hours later!

Ghosts That We Knew- 2

Ellie was very much aware something else was in the house. She didn't actually know to call them someone or something, as they had been a person before and well, they retained the shape of a person. She had taken to calling the entity Skull Face, but kept it mostly to herself. Her mom thought it was just the name of an imaginary friend, or something along those lines.

That was until the night of the freak out. Ellie had woken up to the entity in her room, looming over her bed like a hulking shadow. The skull faced entity was pink in the light of her nightlight, but it could easily be misconstrued as red. Ellie watched Skull Face for all of two seconds before shooting up in bed and screaming for her mother.

The entity was taken aback of course, its own dark eyes widening in surprise and, dare she believe it, a little bit of fear. But that fear was quick to turn to what briefly flashed to sorrow and then to anger.

And a ghost's anger held immense power.

Power that he, only having been dead for a little over a year, had little control over.

His anger manifested into thrown objects such as books, little art supplies, and a knocked over lamp. Her curtains tore under his rage, and only when You ran in to protect your little girl did he realize what he had done.

He could've hurt Ellie.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt someone, much less a little child whose only crime was being afraid. She had a right to be. He didn't have a place in her world. Watching you shield your daughter, much like his mother had tried to do for him and his brother against his father, killed his intense rage almost as soon as it started.

Clarity hit him like a truck as everything stopped. He only manifested for a few seconds before stepping through the wall of the girl's room and into the hall.

Back to the closet, where he belonged.

He was a monster in their eyes. He had been stupid to think that either of them would want anything to do with him. His intention wasn't to harm, but he had no way of telling them that. He didn't have a voice anymore, at least not one YOU could hear.

Ellie on the other hand could. Children and animals were more susceptible to supernatural entities. Some children could speak to spirits, hear their voices, and Noelle was one of them.

But what good was that when she was afraid? He didn't fault the little girl for her fear, but it was frustrating. He wanted to be heard, known, and…well…maybe cared for by these two. Something in him saw what he had been missing when he watched you two bake, play, and spend time together.

Hindsight was a real bitch when you were no longer living. As a ghost, he had a higher sense of self awareness that he had lacked as a living man. He had wasted his life trying to solve the world's problems. Not by himself, of course, but still it was his calling. But in the end, the pressure of that calling had destroyed him and no one had been there to stop his destruction. This world that he tried so hard to make better had turned its back on him in those final days…

It broke his heart, quite literally.

Then you started to talk to him. How strange was it that homemade miniature dinner rolls and a simple cell phone could bring two strange people together? He couldn't eat the rolls, but he appreciated that you thought of him anyway. And he didn't mind sharing, as you made them anyway. If anything, he now felt like an intruder despite this apartment being his home for a long time.

He watched as you worked on the blueberry muffins you had promised, head cocked. He wondered if you were a baker by trade. Your phone was on the counter, close to where he had his head laying on his arms.

Trade?

The word came through clear on your phone and you nearly jumped.

"Oh shit!" You laughed a little after your initial fright, "well…good morning to you too. What do you mean by trade?".

Baker? Trade?

"Are you asking if I'm a baker by trade?" You asked.

Affirmative.

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously, you don't have to use military words with me. I got that enough from my partner before…yeah" you shook your head, "but to answer your initial question, no I'm actually not a baker by trade. I just have a passion for it, and someday I wanna open my own bakery slash Cafe kinda thing".

He could see you doing that. If you have a passion for something, why not use it to do something good? It was better than what he had wasted his life on. The smell of muffins baking hit his nose, and Ghost swore he could smell everything she was putting into them. All the while you hummed softly and prepared to make a blueberry frosting to go with them.

Sorry.

The word came through on your phone and you looked up. “For what?”

Last night. Mess.

“Oh! The room…Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it before she’s out. Just, try not to have another freak out like that, okay? That lamp’s gonna be hard to replace. I thought of getting her a fish tank too, since I know she loves fish”.

Help.

“You wanna help?”

Off-yes.

You chuckled. “Caught yourself I see. I guess even ghosts aren’t perfect”.

Far from.

“I don’t know if there’s really anything you can do right now. Just hope things don’t get too crazy now. She’s really aware of you. I think she has been since we moved in”.

She has.

“Ah so the theories are all right. Kids can see ghosts”.

Some.

“And animals?”

Yes.

“Hm…interesting. What is it like? You know, to be dead and all that?”

There was a pause, as Ghost had to take a moment to think. He didn’t want to make it seem like a good thing or a bad thing. Death was still taboo to talk about, as people weren’t meant to think too much on their own mortality. The brain wasn’t built to process it. So he went with possibly a neutral term for it.

Enlightening.

“Oh…Yeah I can imagine so. But hey, you get to see what the world becomes at least. That’s probably my biggest hang up about death, if I’m being honest” you admitted.

That was true, but on that same note there was nothing he could do to stop it from going in the wrong direction. It already was before he died, and he had a feeling things were only going to get worse. For now, Ghost was content that you and Ellie were his world. He watched as you made the frosting for the muffins, head on his arms once again, just keeping his eyes on you. He didn’t recall muffins having frosting. That was more like a cupcake.

Cupcake…

The phone sounded, making you smile a bit. You were almost afraid that Ghost had gone back to that closet. You shrugged a shoulder.

“I…like to mix the two. I think a little icing or frosting on muffins is pretty good. Ellie proposed the idea when she was like four I think. My partner thought it was weird, but they came around to it. Now, it just stuck. Trust me, once you go icing or frosting on muffins, you don’t go back” you said with a confident grin.

But then you remembered that he couldn’t eat them and mentally kicked yourself. Surely this whole thing was just going to upset him…You looked down and away at your phone.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I’m again rubbing your nose in it. I wish there was a way I could get you to taste it. Do…do ghosts even have senses?”

We do.

“So could you technically taste this?” you asked, cocking your head.

No.

“But you just said-”

Taste. None.

“So you don’t have all of them? Gods that’s terrible. Well I know you can hear, you can touch-”.

No. Texture.

“Oh I get it. You can grab things but you can’t feel them. Like the texture of them. Okay…” you held your arm out in front of you, “Maybe I can feel you, touch my arm”.

Ghost raised a brow. He wasn’t sure how you’d respond, and physical touch wasn’t his thing. He moved away feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Ghost?”

No.

“Oh alright. I just wanted to see, sorry if I upset you. So you can hear. You can see, obviously. But you can’t taste, and touch only half works sorta-kinda-ish. Got it” You looked thoughtful, “I’m assuming speech is iffy as well”.

Varies.

“I have a theory that maybe I’ll be able to hear you as time goes along. Maybe I just need to be a little more in tune with you”.

Maybe.

The timer went off for the muffins and you got a mitten out to take them. “Gods they smell amazing…Wait, can you smell too?”

Yes.

“Huh…gods that’s gotta suck. You can smell but you can’t taste? Maybe that’s how the ghost body compensates?” you set the muffins down and got out a cooling rack for them, “Still, that’s kinda a shitty trade off if you ask me”.

Agreed. Makes sense.

“Hm, no you’re right, it does. ‘Cause ghosts don’t digest things, it only makes sense. See? I’m already becoming in tune with you! And it’s not even been a full twenty four hours yet” you chuckled and got everything out to frost the muffins.

He watched you from his spot on the counter. Your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth as you concentrated on making them look nice. He recalled doing the same thing when he was focused on a task. When they were done you presented one to your new ghost friend.

"And voila! Blueberry muffins, my way" you chuckled, "that makes me think of a joke".

Share.

"What do you call a sad strawberry?"

What?

"A blueberry".

There was a quiet before you swore you heard a softly spoken "boo" close by.

"Okay yeah I'll admit that was lame, but your reaction was berry rude" you grinned.

Ghost facepalmed. He wanted to hit his head on the counter because one that was lame, but two he walked right into it.

Fucking hell.

You laughed at his reaction. "Look, you walked or like, floated, into that, okay? You set yourself up for that".

Oddly enough, having this strange entity around was proving to be beneficial. You hadn't laughed genuinely this much in a long time. Sure you laughed at silly things you or Ellie did, but it wasn't every day someone else enjoyed your particular brand of humor. You munched away on a muffin, happily enjoying the warm silence that embraced you. You let out a soft breath and looked down the hall towards Ellie's room.

"I gotta clean that up soon. Then, I gotta work on orders" you noted aloud.

Orders.

"Yeah, I have a client ordering some chocolate truffles that I gotta make. I also make the boxes they come in" you answered with a proud smile.

Crafty.

"I've always wanted to do something involving creativity with my life. Baking started out as a coping mechanism and a sort of retrain of my brain, and now it's what I do".

Ghost was curious about that. Baking as a coping mechanism? He probably should've thought of that. Better than keeping all those negative emotions in like he had…

Coping mechanism?

You nodded. "I was never actually taught how to cook. My…my stepmother used cooking as a punishment. Apparently I didn't do enough up to her standards, so she added a day for me to cook, despite never having taught me. I'd try to make something and if she didn't like it, she wouldn't eat it, and then I'd feel guilty for that cause she couldn't eat a lot because of some surgery or other she had. I swear that woman was addicted to going under the knife".

That seemed like a horrible idea to Ghost. Cooking was an essential skill, not a punishment. And guilt tripping your kid when the food wasn't up to your standards, when you didn't help them, really was just the final nail in the coffin. You didn't deserve that, no matter how old you had been at the time.

What made it worse was your heart condition. That stress could not have been healthy.

Bitch.

"Yeah…that she was. I mean she sorta tried to teach me to cook, but any time I'd screw something up or volunteer to help she'd get shitty with me so I stopped until I had no choice. My dad helped as much as he could, but honestly the man was completely whipped by his wife" you rolled your eyes.

This felt oddly better than therapy, venting to a ghost. He didn't seem to judge, just more than willing to let you vent. What happened to you wasn't okay. He watched you munch happily on a muffin, curious as to how you got into baking.

How?

You raised a brow. “Hm? How what?”

Baking.

That damn device did not pick up well on what he was trying to say. Ghost tried again.

How…did…baking…

This was frustrating. He hated struggling to get his message through. You were so patient though and caught on rather quickly.

“How’d I get into baking?” You figured it out, “Well a combination of my partner and watching a lot of baking videos on youtube. They gave me the confidence I needed to get back in the kitchen and make stuff. I’m not the best cook admittedly but I’m still learning. But I started baking cause well, I have a pretty bad sweet tooth. That, and I wanted to surpass my stepmother in skill in that. It was the one thing she didn’t ruin for me. My partner encouraged me in my ambitions and my dream to make a successful business. Yeah, she tried to do that too, but it didn’t work out”.

Fail.

“Yep, it failed hard. But…that’s enough trauma dumping for today” You finished the muffin and looked toward the little muffin you had moved in his direction, “Still wanna help clean up?”

Yes.

You grinned. “Well then…let’s get to work”.

If you guys enjoyed please consider following, liking, and reblogging! Thank you so much for reading! I got a bunch of ideas for this, but I'm always open for ideas if anyone has suggestions :)

#fanfiction #cod fanfic #Ghosts that we knew #ghost!ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #tw: abuse mention #paranormal friendship #eventual paranormal romance

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terrence-silver · 2 years

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Heyyy how are you? I missed your Yandere Terry One Shots so much! I love them! What if it was Terry from Cobra Kai who became obsessed with a girl much younger than him? Maybe a friend of Tory who, however, does not practice martial arts and who usually comes to Cobra Kai only to wait for her friend at the end of the lessons. What would Yandere Terry do if one day he saw the poor girl enter all alone inside the dojo to wait for tory but inside the cobra kai there is no one but Terry? Would he take advantage of the situation?

(I like Yandere / Dark NSFW, so feel free to include it if you want.)

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Ms. Nichols has a friend, turns out.

Living in the same rented accommodations, door to door, occasionally lending the help of an adult to a distressed, problematic family of three which included an ailing mother, an underage sibling and not counting a crackhead aunt. Some odd several years older, nearly a decade. Present every day like a loyal hen, in the afternoon, upon classes being concluded, waiting for what he can only deem a ward by definition to emerge from inside of his newly renovated gymnasium. The camera catches her, out front, like she doesn't dare enter, with good reason, seeing as how the members of his Fist or Sensei Kim might just turn her away for just standing around, aimlessly. The dojo wasn't a pedestrian area for idle socialization or loitering. The dojo was hallowed ground. A temple. But, regardless, Terry watches her having done his due diligent research with a folder on her on his work desk, making the whereabouts of Ms. Nichols and who she interacts with in the outside world his personal business, observing it all through the screens of his security area, blinking neon, turned towards the street and colossal, freshly expanded parking lot; and as upon cue, this person's always there. Sometimes carrying groceries. Sometimes lunch. A plastic bag she attempts to hand Ms. Nichols who's always initially too proud to accept it (No wonder Captain found a favourite in this one). She always does accept though, in the end, stubbornly hiding a limp she might've earned in the classes for not doing as she was told.

He curiously eyes the petty exchanges. The small acts of charity.

Sitting in his office and making a habit of it.

Produce in a bag, cold water bottles for the champion.

Small-talk as they walk down the street, Ms. Nichols trying not be charmed.

Biting into a sandwich that's given to her by a friend bordering surrogate mother.

Ms. Nichols having someone who notices her red, angry scars and bruises.

It happens again tomorrow, and the day after, and after and all week.

Terry doesn't know what he feels as he observes this person hug Tory. Laugh outside the dojo. Wave at her when she spots her approaching. The aura of warmth is clearly there, even on the bad days, when Ms. Nichols walks outside with a scowl, brushing past her confidante, wishing to be left alone after what happened during the lessons. There's some sort of connection here. He confesses he'd prefer if Ms. Nichols was all alone. If she was all alone, things would be infinitely easier. Divide and conquer. If her allegiances were all Cobra Kai's, in effect shared with nobody, not even vaguely. And then there was the tactical disadvantage that if Ms. Nichols had a friend, she might just tell someone things she wasn't supposed to tell. But, no. No, no. That wasn't all there was to it. Terry irrationally and against all better judgment feels a deep, rooted clench in his gut, observing the routinely, dare he say, devotion, of someone waiting for someone else daily, gaining nothing out of it, but the act of familial and platonic care? Charity. Compassion. Protectiveness. Fuck. He imagines himself going out there and limping pathetically too, pretending to be some senile nobody, trying to harvest whatever it was he was looking at through his CCTV camera. I'm just an old man, he'd broadcast, entwine your arm in mine and help me down the block and Tory's little confidante would do it, gently cooing to check if he's okay and if she should call somebody. The thought makes the blood shoot into his head --- and lower still. Was he far gone? Was he so far gone he was fantasizing over two people showing each other care out on the streets? He needed to get a hold of himself, stat.

Terry comes to a decision, though. One he enacts the very next day.

-"Ms. Nichols, a word ---"-

He discreetly coaxes her to the side on the training mat for a one on one chat, away from the other students doing stretches, preparing to pack up gear and leave.

-"Your little friend,"- He caresses those words, savouring them in his mouth and instantaneously catching the mask of tension on Tory's face, manifested in the form of anxiety. Afraid for her companion, was she? Thinking she'll get punished for it somehow? Interesting. -"the one chaperoning you around every day ---"- Terry prolongs the agony, intentionally dragging out his point purely to catch the cues on the girl's face. Anxiety bleeds into nervousness and cold sweat dripping down Ms. Nichols forehead is noticeable. She cared for her friend, didn't she? Sweet. -"She's allowed to come inside and wait in the dojo. Get away from the heat. We're not savages."- Terry gives Tory his most pious, saintly, well rehearsed smile of kindness and her shoulders instantaneously drop, alongside the invisible weight that seemed to burden her stance down, only to to be replaced by stiffness. Ms. Nichols wasn't sure if she wanted her friend inside of her, by the looks of it. -"No, I ---"- She fidgets, crossing glances between himself and Master Kim who speculatively stands on the side, arms crossed, but Terry doesn't relent. -"Sensei's orders. We've a sense of propriety and policy at Cobra Kai towards relatives and caretakers."- Terry doesn't budge, making his tone as gentle as humanly possible as he leans his shoulders forward, trying to appear smaller, realizing the friend was neither a relative nor a caretaker, but supposing he was appealing to emotions. He confesses he wanted this friend in his midst. On his territory. His turf. He wanted them closer to scope them out. See that kindness up close and personal. Catch a whiff of it. Observe it and enjoy it and imagine himself in it.

-"Yes, of course, Sensei."- Is all Tory Nichols says when she realizes she's no choice. -"Master Kim."- bowing to both of them, their student makes herself scarce and rushes down the hallway into the locker room like the devil himself was chasing her.

He was just trying to be good and helpful. Anything wrong with that?

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Friday, the friend makes it into the dojo, waiting for one Tory Nichols, as planned.

Now, Terry was never above setting an elaborate trap for someone, in fact, it was his favourite method of confronting and cornering people, in this case, having his Sensei take out the students to train on terrain and purposefully clear out the gymnasium impromptu, unexpectedly, against all scheduling, so much so that not even the cunning little Ms. Nichols would know it was happening so she could forewarn her friend Hey, don't wait for me today. We'll be doing Kata outdoors. See you around. No, no, instead the woman is right where Terry wants her, looking around the front lobby hall entrance a bit baffled and finding it starkly empty and as quiet as the grave, the light emanating from outside mingling with the sharp neons of the foyer, purples and reds darkening the winding corridors --- carrying a plastic grocery bag tucked into a purse to hide it. Gotcha. -"Here for the adult classes?"- Terry sizes her up and intentionally takes a detour and stands behind her to address her and a shiver of excitement slithers down his spine when she nearly jumps, not expecting anyone to be present as she was turning to leave. -"Oh, goodness!"- Her hand is on her chest as she squeamishly steps backwards, her tone high pitched, her fear oddly delectable and amusing. -"Goodness, sorry! I didn't see you there!"- She stutters and re-iterates, trying to catch her composure and all Terry can do is smile. -"I'm just here to pick someone up. Am I late? I couldn't possibly be!"- She looks around, confused, pulling her phone out of her pocket to look at the time. Funny how Terry already had his private detectives acquire her number. -"You're early, in fact."- Terry explains, bemused, but not unkind. Didn't want to scare this one off too terribly fast. -"Master Kim Da-Eun escorted the children out today for a class."-

Children. That was a riot.

-"I see."- Ms. Nichol's friend trails off, fidgety, unsure of herself.

Was she nervous of her surroundings? What did Tory tell her about Cobra Kai?

And also, why did he enjoy her anxiety?

-"Am I allowed to know when they'll be back?"-

-"They'll be back when they learn their lesson."-

That response admittedly comes off sounding a bit more ominous than Terry intended so he quickly reclaims his balance and goes for bombarding this one with an over-inflation of acceptance, once he reaches his hand out to her and cajoles her deeper into the dojo, weaving his web, sensing she was about to excuse herself and leave. Drinks? Drinks. -"Waiting on which student again?"- Terry pretends not to know everything about everybody, going for innocence. -"Tor..."- She begins and he interrupts her, feigning surprise and enthusiasm. Truth of the matter is, he cared very little for Tory, outside of Tory keeping her tongue in check and doing what she was told --- she was simply a good segway for him to break the ice and make it seem natural and paternal. -"Ah, yes! Tory Nichols! Our very own champion!"- He exclaims, throwing his head back. -"Tell you what! We can wait on her together I'm all alone here for the afternoon anyway."- Terry turns to face her and halts, interlocking his arms with her and she lets him or perhaps, the contact happens too suddenly for her to properly even register it. He beams, full mega-watt smile, dragging his feet a bit, deliberately, going for frailty as they halt outside of his office, clean of anything that could compromise him for the purposes of this pre-planned visit. -"And I'm just an old man, I appreciate the company."- He adds, hunching his back a little and suddenly, her hesitation turns into concern. There it was! Right there! All kindness and sweetness and consideration. -"I wouldn't want to intrude, sir."- She says, apologetically and ever so preciously and Terry shoots that bullshit down immediately, pulling the card of humbleness out of his sleeve and setting it down on the table.

Call me sir again, his heart demands.

-"If anything, I'm intruding on you. I should've had someone contact you or her mother with the student's updated learning schedule. You can wait inside every day, if you want to. In fact, I encourage it. The heatwave surpasses memory."- Making surprisingly enjoyable idle small-talk as a precursor for more, Terry guides her into his study and closes the door shut behind him dressed in his Gi, remarking on the AC system that was installed maintaining the temperatures cool and properly controlled --- the invisible web tightens, spinning and expanding around the fly distracted by words. Nothing was ever for free, and really, come to think of it, the least Ms. Nichols, ungrateful as she was for his aid in the tournament's outcome, could give him in return of the trophy he procured for her by bribing the referee was her friend and all the mellow sweetness that seemed to drip off of her like honey as he led her to sit down opposite of him across his work desk, offering her a cool lemonade, choosing the most inoffensively safe beverage possible for his his little buzzing fly.

He would have her whole and she would be kind to him as well, and only to him.

#tory nichols #terry silver #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #kim da-eun #tw; friendships #tw; stalking #tw; voyeurism #tw; setting traps #tw; manipulation #tw; implied abuse of students #old man terry #cobra kai #kk3 #cobra kai season 5

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QYICK POST EXPLAINING SOME THINGS. ryoma's stupidly tragic backstory... HEED the tws

Actually I exceeded the tag limit crap I'll rb w a continuation after I shower

#speeding thru this cos i gotta shower #tw physical abuse #tw suicide #i think those cover everything?#tw abuse #okay #so ryoma was sent away when she was 14 to live with her uncle living in Japan #Ryoma is originally from Puertorico (giving myself rep ay) but her parents didnt like handling w her compulsion with things being backwards #her fascination is something psychological but I dont want to give her a official diagnosis since Ryoma's case is so specific #it mostly harmless (like physically) but it gets in the way of her daily life and its really hard for her to make friendships.#but she can live just fine with some extra help and therapy #enter. The worst man ever #Ryomas uncle used to be pretty good to her when she first arrived but it slowly got worse and worse until it went into abuse territory #his life just went downhill and he took it out on Ryoma #Ryoma was very dependent on him so they just. dealt with it #it got so bad for Ryoma that she attempted to end her life by jumping off a tall building. she survived #but the injuries from that healed poorly and now she has permanent damage from that #besides the uncle being violent towards her he was also very controlling. shutting down her hobbies and dreams #he didnt like that Ryoma was friends with josuke and the gang but at that point Ryoma didnt care and went out anyways #dealt with the consequences #anddd then Ryoma was sent to a 'mental health retreat in the mountains' which was a actually. supernatural horror thing. ill talk abt that #one day #the place caught fire and Ryoma went back to discover all of her things are gone bc her uncle thought she would never come back #And then proceeded to make her life hell until THE incident #where Josuke and Da Gang witnessed ryomas uncle beating her up and ! the cops were called #he was taken away and Ryoma went to the hospital... everyone was so shocked #they had no idea something like this was going on and Ryoma always acted so cheerful #timeskip to the trial. since Ryoma is able to turn her memories into film she has Loads of evidence #ryoma is living w rohan. very nice of him #methinks joseph provided Ryoma w top lawyers too... everyones looking out for her

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dont-touch-the-flower-child · 2 years

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Would you mind giving me some links or maybe just some explanations for why flowey and papyrus' friendship isnt abusive? I'd like to make a more in-depth post of it on my own but I dont really know where to start

uuuh, okay. Salt dump incoming, please brace yourself—

Can I just say there's no canon evidence that it is abusive?

I don't really feel like elaborating on how it's canon that Flowey likes Papyrus, since this post already covers it, also I'm sure that's not where the most contention comes from

Instead, I'll focus on why Flowey isn't an abusive friend. Which is it would go against his entire character for him to be one.

Flowey is canonically a young child whose biggest motive and wish, besides getting to the SOULs, is to be reunited with his best friend. Friendship is intensely important to both his character arc and Undertale's theme.

I've talked about it here how Flowey is most likely inexperienced when it comes to making friends, and a lot of it was spoken from my own experience as a lonely, sensitive child when I was younger. The thing is, making friends is a skill you work at, and when you haven't had many friends you a) are clueless about approaching friendships for lack of practice, b) tend to develop very intense and even codependent friendships, c) are scared of losing the few friendships you do have, and that's where people-pleasing tendencies come from. You have trouble setting up boundaries and saying no.

Note how Flowey's idea of making friends defaults to "solving all their problems flawlessly".

Now, what does he do when he believes Chara came back?

He helps them. He solves the puzzles for them, clears the way for them. Tries to be the most helpful partner, because that's what being friends is to him.

And judging by what Sans says, he's doing the exact same for Papyrus.

And that's not yet getting to just how important he considers friendship to be! And how he has standards for it!

He tells you that he can't be your friend because he (believes that he) can't care about you, like a friend should! He's upset that his mom's friends left her in the garage, it's a mean thing to do and he can't believe she's still calling them her friends afterwards!

I would seriously ask the opposite question: Why on earth are people insisting that Flowey is abusive to Papyrus (because it's never the other way around)? Why would a kid character who's lonely and longs for friendship, who sees friendship as a sacred, important thing, be an abusive friend to his favorite person?

Are they forgetting how you only really win the Omega Flowey fight by showing him kindness? Are they forgetting how you only really win the Asriel fight by showing him kindness, and reminding him of his own kindness in turn, after which he loses the will to fight? Papyrus is the one character who would show you kindness even on the worst route. Wouldn't it make more sense to see that connection and say, hey, Papyrus is the first one to give Flowey what he really needs, even when he didn't ask for it, which is kindness and patience, and that's part of why Flowey likes him?

I was also going to say how, even though Papyrus is also lonely and insecure, he does a much better job at setting boundaries and doesn't let people talk shit about him, but I'm out of brain power here

#undertale #asks #abuse ment tw #flowey #flowey study #papyrus #they're friends!#not directed at the asker but.#like. i understand if you Must have your angst #and if you Must butcher my favorite implied friendship in the game to have it #but can people stop saying it's canon. it isn't.#this is precisely why i fled my native fandom #can't find wholesome flowey-papyrus interactions anymore #you say they're real friends and they look at you like you're delusional

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herearedragons · 9 months

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The Dread One (Solas as an eldritch being)

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Solas.

His is a plain, unassuming appearance, but it's firmly burned into your mind nonetheless.

He knows things. Ancient lore glimpsed from the Fade, but also other things that don't make sense. He tells a story about watching a young mage stand up to a demon, and you realize midway that this is a word-to-word retelling of your Harrowing. But it can't be, right? You were there. It was just you and that demon. He couldn't have seen that.

Right?

Conversations with him are fascinating, but they tend to... spiral. You come to compare notes about Fade rifts and end up staying for hours, listening as he speaks deeply and passionately about topics you'll only hazily remember - or, sometimes, you'll come to and realize that you are the one speaking passionately, telling him about your past or your hopes for the future, with no idea how you got to that topic in the first place.

He seems to enjoy your conversations. He's happy when you come by - eager, almost, but you have a feeling that it's not your company that he enjoys. He seems to be searching for something when you speak; sometimes you catch glimpses of something like hope in his expression, followed, inevitably, by disappointment.

He's in your dreams sometimes. Watching. Searching, there, too?

You see his eyes where they shouldn't be. You see him in places where he doesn't belong. For the longest time, you try to convince yourself that it's nothing, that all of these signs are just a trick of your own mind, but one day you slip.

In your dream, you meet his eyes instead of avoiding them, and now he knows that you know.

You know that he's studying you.

You gather the courage to speak with Cassandra. You tell her what's been happening. She frowns, taken aback. She's concerned. She says that this must be looked into.

You wake up. That conversation never happened.

You approach Bull as he's training in the courtyard. You tell him about your dreams. You can see how it makes him physically uncomfortable, and he agrees without hesitation that you need to get rid of Solas.

You wake up. That conversation never happened.

You ask Dorian in the library whether he's ever heard of anything like this. You're not sure why you bother anymore. You've tried so many times, now.

But this time, his eyes light up. He leads you to a corner of the library, already rambling off theories, pulls a book off the shelves and begins feverishly leafing through it. He knows something. He's seen something like this before. Your chest fills with hope.

You wake up. That conversation never happened.

You don't try again, after that one. You're not sure how he knows that you're about to approach someone, but he catches you every time. You don't visit him in the rotunda anymore. You don't take him on missions. It doesn't help. It feels like he's right behind your shoulder at all times.

He's gone from your dreams now, too, but that only makes things worse. You haven't woken up from what you didn't realize was a dream in a while now, but what does that mean? Is what's happening now even real? Was your last mission real? Was your first kiss real? Are you going to wake up again, any minute now?

You decide that your only way out is to finish your task. Kill Corypheus, fulfill the Inquisition's purpose. Then, there will be no reason for Solas to be interested in you anymore. You will have your life back.

So you do just that, no matter how much blood, fear and difficult decisions you have to get through. You push your own pain aside. You win. The war is over.

During the celebration, someone informs you that Solas has disappeared from Skyhold. You breathe in relief.

But he comes back.

Two years later, you've gone through a mirror to a place you don't understand, and he's there, waiting for you. The fear is so overwhelming that for a moment you stop feeling the pain in your arm.

"I suspect you have questions," he says.

No. No, you don't. You don't want to ask him questions, you want to run, but the pain from the Anchor kicks back in, rendering you helpless on the ground. You have no choice but to talk.

All you can ask is, why?

And he tells you. He tells you exactly what he is. He tells you how lonely was his thousands-of-years slumber, how much he yearned for a connection, even with a lesser being such as yourself. How he wished to be understood; how he looked through every aspect of your being to find the best way to connect with you.

Unfortunately, he says, it did not work. Your limited mind would never be able to truly comprehend him. But the Anchor gave you a glimpse, a deeper one than most mortals can see.

However, he would like to have it back now. It's for your own good. He promises.

When he tears your arm off, you weep, not with pain, but with the relief of finally knowing the truth, knowing that what you experienced truly happened. Of finally knowing your enemy.

And then you wake up.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #inquisitor trevelyan #(kind of)#herearedragons writing #testing out that dragon age cosmic horror vibe I mentioned #tw: psychological horror #tw: abusive relationship #because being studied by an eldritch being that manipulates your life is probably not a great friendship dynamic #dragon age au #second person pov #tw: injury

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angrylesbianstereotype · 5 months

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My cismale friend as soon as I signed the lease and paid the deposit on the apartment we’re going to be living in as roommates: hey did you know I think domestic abuse is fine actually if it’s perpetrated against a woman I don’t like ex our boss who tried confiding in me about her home life :)) also I hate my sister for being mentally ill and I resent my mother for being physically disabled <3

#feeling super good ab this decision #men will see a mouse and eat it also test the boundaries of how misogynistic they can be around you after you’ve invested in the friendship #men will ask their female friends to validate their misogyny #feminism #terfs dni #abuse tw

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aftgficrec · 12 days

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oh i caught you open! can we get some either andrew & kevin or neil & kevin being best friends and supporting each other? i feel like they're not explored enough and the potential is right there :)

Luckily, Kevin and Andrew’ friendship is a topic the fandom is pretty interested in. So much so that we’ve split this ask. In this post we’re concentrating entirely on Andrew and Kevin, Neil & Kevin’s friendship will be addressed in another ask. - S

Some previous recs:

Andrew & Kevin’s friendship here

Kevin & Andrew’s relationship here

Kevin as Andrew’s best friend here

Kevin’s friendship with Andreil here

‘Where The Wild Things Are’ here

‘I know that you'll come if you want’ here

‘N for nebulous’, ‘And Then There Was One’ and ‘Wear it to Eden's’ here

‘Reckless’ here

‘Trust Me’ here

‘Searchlights’ here

‘fugue in red’ here

splinters beneath our nails by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 3719 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew hasn’t decided what to do about Kevin Day. A few days ago, he’d have said that Kevin was dead to him. If things had gone differently, that might still be true. Today, he walks up to the car and throws open the door.

Not again by LetThemCuddle [Rated G, 698 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew circled the stony striker when silence answered him. “Hello? Anybody home? The answer is yes, a lot of nobodies, just one is missing. I’ll give you three guesses.” “Pass.” “Never took you for a quitter. This is quite refreshing.” The goalie quipped, lighting a smoke. “Come on, the cars’ still running.” “I’m going to stay here.” Kevin’s quiet voice echoed through the abandoned stadium. Somber, lacking the usual spiteful energy he towed.

right on time by dayurno [Not Rated, 10915 words, complete, Aftg Mixtape Exchange 2023]

"Has your Butcher called back yet?" Oh. “No,” Kevin replies, frowning slightly. “It’s understandable. He is a busy man.” “Kevin Day making excuses,” pulling away, Andrew puts down, “at this rate, you might just write his name on the margins of your books with hearts around it.” “What? No, why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” Kevin gives him a perplexed look. “Andrew, do you think I like the Butcher of Baltimore?” Alternatively, when the Butcher of Baltimore issues an order for his subordinates to bring him his childhood idol, he forgets what his choice of career entails. Kevin would hold it against him if he didn't find the man so fascinating.

tw: (accidental) kidnapping

Rescue Me by Demiwitchwoodwalker [Rated T, 4564 words, complete, 2022]

“I can protect you, from him and yourself,” Andrew said in a tone Kevin couldn’t quite place after a long moment filled with nothing but the muffled noise of the game playing on Kevin’s laptop. “I can help you stay instead of running further or back.” Kevin stared at him then, finally letting himself actually look at him, and the same feeling from before returned, feeling like a hand clenched itself around his lungs and heart. He pushed his laptop closed, the game’s audio abruptly cutting off, and turned slightly to face Andrew, whose expression had shifted back into the grin that seemed to constantly be present in the day and whose eyes looked almost dead. Kevin’s lips parted, words rising in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t get them past his tongue. How was he supposed to do this? The memory of Andrew the night before floated through his mind again, when he was as close to sober as he could get, more vulnerable than Kevin felt he’d ever seen a person despite the fact that Kevin was the one halfway through a breakdown. "Why?" --- Aka, how Kevin and Andrew make their deal. (Potential triggers are listed in the tags, please be careful!)

tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

The Tide by zoeellendraws [Rated G, 20473 words, complete, 2022]

Kevin and Andrew participate in a showcase that could make or break their ballet careers and discover a promising new talent in the process. Or Mysterious Ballet AU

tw: implied/referenced violence

I came for the safety (stayed 'cause you made me feel) by Charcoalll [Rated M, 4621 words, complete, 2021]

“Day? We’re gonna get you out of here okay? Minyard’s gonna make sure you get out of here and down to the bus” Kevin looked over Wymack’s shoulder where he could see the figure of the small blonde man. Kevin nodded, how could he do anything but nod? These people were sticking out their neck for him in a way he couldn’t remember anyone doing before. No words could ever describe his thankfulness. Or: A little glimpse into Andrew and Kevin's relationship before, during and after AftG.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse

biting down by vincevangothh [Rated T, 2257 words, complete, Aftg Exchange 2017]

kevin learns that in order to understand something, you have to allow yourself to learn, and talks to andrew about neil. '“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it. “Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?” It's a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.” “Deal.”'

Reasons by orphan_account [Rated T, 1895 words, complete, 2016]

“You took me with you when you recruited him,” Andrew muttered, but he knew Kevin was listening. They both knew that it was the closest Andrew could get to a thank you, so they both kept quiet. A list of the times Andrew met Kevin, interwoven with the list of times Andrew met Neil.

Kevin, Andrew and their friendship by @andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream [tumblr, 2023]

“Why are we here?” “I'm here because it's Josten's birthday next week. You're here because you can't be alone.”

Andrew and Kevin watching a movie together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare. by @foxesbettingpool [tumblr, 2018]

He’d been up the majority of the night, wasting away on a bean bag chair with textbooks, papers, and a mountain of notes surrounding him.

tw: nightmares

Future Andrew & Kevin hc by @thepalmtoptiger [tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Kevin stay close friends after leaving the Foxes and going pro.

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man hc by @palmettofoxden [tumblr, 2017]

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man at his wedding and Andrew just stands up and walks out of the room without answering or even reacting.

Art

andrew & kevin brotp edit by @mint-and-memories

Andrew and Kevin meme art by @foxhole-doodles

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neuronerdo · 11 months

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Othello: Act 5, Scene 2

I'm far from a Shakespeare expert, but I've read many (most?) of his plays and acted in three, so I'd like to think I know a few things just by virtue of trying to understand.

My favorite play of his is Othello.

Othello deals with themes of race, loyalty, and gullibility, but the one that is most important to me is the theme of female friendship.

Othello's wife is Desdemona, and Desdemona's best friend is Emilia. Emilia's husband, Iago, is a trusted member of Othello's circle. When Iago decides to convince Othello that Desdemona is cheating on him, Othello believes it and goes into a murderous rage. He smothers Desdemona with a pillow.

Emilia discovers her body and turns to see Othello's guilt.

Here's the important thing to understand: Emilia KNOWS what Othello did. Emilia can see that her best friend, her as-good-as-a-sister, is dead, and that the powerful man in front of her was the murderer. Othello is a decorated military leader, so this isn't just any twig of a man: he has hurt Emilia's friend, and it is endlessly evident that he could easily hurt Emilia as well.

What does Emilia do? She yells at him.

She goes on a TIRADE. I still get chills every time I read this scene, despite having read it several times before. Emilia looks at this active duty soldier, war veteran, and murderer, and her hurt and righteous fury are enough to overcome any fear she might have.

Othello, naturally, begins to threaten her, essentially saying "you'd better shut up, or something bad could happen..."

This is when Emilia says my favorite Shakespeare quotes, and one of my favorite quotes overall: "Thou hast not half that power to do me harm / as I have to be hurt".

Emilia sees her beloved friend's murderer, rips him a new one, and when threatened with violence, says "TRY ME! TRY ME, I CAN TAKE IT. I LOVE DESDEMONA, AND I CAN TAKE IT."

Emilia's love for her friend couldn't stop Desdemona's death. It couldn't stop her own death, as she dies a few pages later at the hand of her husband, Iago. But her love for her friend did finally reveal the truth to Othello, that Desdemona had been faithful, and produce one of the most badass quotes of all time.

May we all love our friends so much that the actions we take on their behalf changes the narrative, you know?

#tw suffocation #tw murder #tw violence #tw abuse #othello #shakespeare #william shakespeare #desdemona #emilia #female friendship #love your friends

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The Orion Pax episodes in TFP are interesting because they make good angst fodder on the surface level, but they've become more unsettling to me with time and a rewatch.

The first time I had missed entirely that Optimus was on Nemesis for months and not days like I thought. It sounds really good on paper to think of it as Megatron getting his old friend back but like...theres a two-fold wish fufillment thing going on here and thats: Orion Pax being his loyal and subservient Decepticon (as opposed to the Orion Pax who would argue with him and attempt to declaw his more extreme ideas) and having the pleasure of humiliating Optimus Prime by undermining him in front of the Autobots. And all of this happens with no memory and no sense of autonomy on OPs part, just the creeping sense of something being wrong.

And I think there is something sad about this in the sense that Orion Pax was never a Decepticon in name, but if things had been different he ultimately would have been. It isn't just about Megatron and their relationship to me, but its also the death of the cause and trying to come to terms with that. There is an immense guilt foisted upon Optimus that the revolution turned into a war. He knows he has to do what he has to do to keep the Autobots safe, but he also never 100% closes off the possibility that he could try to end this war diplomatically with Megatron if it means potentially stopping more carnage, nor does he 100% close the channel off for Decepticons to potentially work with them/defect to them. I wouldn't be surprised if a facet of his insistence on these morals is partly because of the guilt stemming from the party split and wanting to affirm that the Autobots are not the enemy, he is not an enemy, and that he does still believe in the core premise of the movement.

But then you see Orion Pax on screen threatened by Megatron, get beat up by Megatron's soldiers, and then eventually by Megatron himself, all while sporting a Decepticon badge. And you have to kind of sit there and think about the idea that Optimus might be his obsession, but that Orion Pax's worth is...questionable. It is a shame that Optimus doesn't retain the memories once he gets the Matrix back because like, I have to imagine this would have been another shattering epiphany that perhaps this perception of their fallout and the fallout of the revolution is still colored by that guilt, but that things were interpersonally broken long before then when it comes to Megatron.

Which is to say that its unclear if his treatment on the Nemesis as Orion Pax was a consequence of their war and the hatred Megatron has specifically for Prime and the Autobots or if this was always going to be the reality of how things would have played out regardless, the idea that Megatron has always had the ability to potentially hurt and discard Orion Pax down the line if he had pushed too far, even during the height of their friendship. One that Orion Pax vehemently defended even in the wake of some terrible things because he trusted Megatron at his core. One where Orion Pax did actively see the red flags but was led to believe that many of them were planted in bad faith by those who would undermine his friend and his movement for simply being a Gladiator. Only to then have all of that come back and bite him all over again.

Now you really have to question if the Megatron you thought you knew ever existed.

#transformers #this is not a dig at MegOP btw or any orion pax and megatronus stuff #this is more like...I think we clock Starscream and Megatron's imbalance aptly because we see it as an audience #But that is often not done with Optimus and Megatron because collectively we just sort of settle on 'well they both fucked up'#and some recent posts and talking with Daph has def made me reread some parts of the books and rewatch scenes in the show #and man the extent of Megatron's maliciousness cant be understated #I dont think hes TOTALLY irredeemable in Aligned but like. The dynamic...was perhaps not that healthy even in their friendship days #And this is me just talking about interpersonal stuff #this is not addressing just general Evil Acts because I think Optimus and Co know this #This is purely thinking about the literal foundation of them as friends and enemies #and just how potentially clouded to the full scope of things Optimus is #abuse tw #just in case #long post sorry #chass blabs

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