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random-yandere-fandom · 3 years

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Hey-o! The Yandere Mael post was absolutely fantastic! I thoroughly loved reading it, you've done a wonderful job! Would it be possible for a Part 2? Where we see what Mael does to the creep? I'm not sure if you're still doing asks right now or if they're closed, so if not ignore the request. Seriously tho, I've reread the thing like five times, the little thing you did with the contradictory words with how he is with his S/O compared to how he is with others- at least others deemed a threat. It's wonderful and I was delighted when I realised. Well done!

Thank you so much, I`m grinning so much right now! And, well, requests were closed at the time but I`m a sucker for compliments so whatever.

warning!: swears, burning

Yandere Mael with an injured darling Pt. 2

The next morning seemed peaceful enough as you prepared yourself for the day. The events of the day before had you still shaken up, but Mael was doing his best to calm you, his evidently never ending tranquility influencing you. His gentleness was surprising seeing as you had prepared yourself for an emotional outburst but it was welcomed nonetheless. It`s better to settle this matter with a clear mind, you think.

After your boyfriend presses a kiss against your forehead and whispers some loving words he leaves, having to get to work, a meeting he told you, about half an hour or so before you have to get going, too. There`s an undeniable warmth in your now light chest as you remember his promise to talk to the guy, there is no way that he could bother you again after, seeing how influential Mael is.

As soon as the door had closed behind him a grim expression replaced your boyfriend`s smile. He had been able to comfort you, now he had to take care of someone, no, something else. How anyone with a consciousness could dare harm you was beyond him, he wouldn`t have been surprised if he had found his target had no soul to begin with. That would at least explain his missing morality, his devoid heart and overall stupidity.

If asked how he felt at that moment, Mael would have responded that he despised that dirtbag through gritted teeth, and even though despising someone is less a feeling and more something one does it was the most accurate description of his mind at that moment.

He placed a neutral facade on his face, what he`s about to do is nothing others should suspect him of after all. He had spend most of the night planing, his imagination coming up with the cruelest of punishments before deciding on a quick but painful one, he didn`t want to waste much time on that bastard after all. Controlling each of his movements as to not let his sinister thoughts shine through he made his way to the place he guessed the criminal to be at or at least someone that knew where he would be. Was it creepy that your boyfriend was able to find out where the creep lived even though he didn`t leave your side? Yes. Did Mael believe that it was necessary so he`d be worthy to protect you? Absolutely.

Meeting the guy face to face certainly was an experience. The flames he had been trying to suppress and smoother sprang to action and his rage was hard to control as he send him a closed eyed smile. Mael desperately reminded himself of your eyes, your voice, your touch, fighting with himself as to not kill the guy right then and there.

Coming back from his little daze he noticed the confusion and nervosity of the one in front of him and almost laughed, so he knew why he was here. In the end he had decided against killing him, at least for now, that would have been too merciful after all. He was grateful that he was able to exact revenge and warning in the way he had planned.

Besides the two there was no one else around and Mael let a genuine smile slip out at the thought that he wouldn`t have to drag the creep somewhere else first. Letting his left hand fall on the guy`s shoulder he bend down a bit as to come eye to eye with him. He opened his eyes, carefully watching as the bastard started sweating buckets, asking what the god wanted.

Mael`s smile widened as he squeezed the guy`s shoulder painfully before mumbling some words, chuckling as the guy screamed and fell to the ground, clutching the part of his body that shined bright for a moment in agony and then returned to normal. He towered over the fallen man, the glare he sent him feeling more burning, scorching than the curse inflicted.

Describing his little trick as he called it he turned around, making his way back home, humming happily. Maybe he could catch you prior to you leaving home, explaining that the meeting was either cancelled or rescheduled and that he can walk with you. The flames had calmed down for now, you no longer had to worry about the guy.

Waking up from having passed out, the waste of space wondered what had happened. The last he remembered he was laying on the ground, his shoulder burning to ashes but his arm now seemed to be fine? Was that a dream? Wasn`t there someone else? The fog in his mind cleared up as the memories came flooding in and he shivered, the sharp gaze Mael had send him, so devoid of any emotion but disgust making him want to run and hide. But he no longer seemed to be around. And what had he talked about again? Fear seeped into his bones at the thought of the curse. He had to tell someone! He had to get he- his knees buckled and a silent scream left his mouth. His leg! It was burning, it was on fire, it was hurting. Looking down he felt his sanity slip as there was nothing. Nothing. But he could feel it, his flesh being devoured by hungry flames that seemed to carry a rage in them that he couldn`t fathom. Tears streamed down his face and the last thing he took note of being the slight ache in his shoulder. Somehow he knew that it was connected but it was hard to grasp any thought. Before long, he blacked out again.

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timetroublingtrickster · 3 years

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Tech Trick(s)

Right after watching the 3rd Loki Episode I was about to come here and post:

If that hasn´t all been a ruse I´m going to RIOT!

Now I´m at the point where I´m absolutely unwilling to believe Loki would get recklessly drunk (excuse me “very full”) during an apocalypse and neglectfully destroy their only option of escape and I´m more occupied with the question just WHEN and HOW Loki Laufeyson took over!

I´m inclined to believe that at least (A) the broken TemPad was an illusion that Loki showed Sylvie Laufeydottir. Why? > To get information about Sylvie & gain influence on the overall situation Getting them “fake” stranded puts Loki in a position where he can have a conversation with her, judge her character, try to find out what her plans are and probably get her on his side or make her think he is on hers. Not only would he have time to work his “silver tongue” and get to know her and/or get to her with his conversation skills but additionally the way Sylvie would act within a possibly deadly apocalypse scenario surely would tell Loki a lot about her. > To maybe portray himself as a bit more naive than he is? Having a party with the people in the train would then have been part of setting the broken TemPad illusion up. “I just sat on it and it broke” would probably be hard to believe, but it also paints Loki in a certain light. Sylvie calls Loki a “clown”, “not a serious man”. This kind of hedonistic Loki is someone whom you would need to keep an eye on or else his irresponsibility could cause you trouble but this kind of “clown” is not someone from whom you would expect some serious scheming and plans. I think Loki might be in the midst of trying to portray himself as someone Sylvie might underestimate. [On a Sidenote: This would fit well with how they talk about plans in the episode. Sylvie is obviously invested in her “years in the making” plan, a comment Loki seems to wave aside a bit, just saying yes to placate her. Later Sylvie informs Loki that his getting in the train plan “wasn't even a plan.” and that “Plans have multiple steps.” This again paints Loki as simpler than he is. There´s more plan talk but I leave it at that.] This would however still mean that they are dependent on the power source of the Ark (which I´m reluctant to believe see below) hence why I am having the suspicion that the “Trick” started earlier and (B) the TemPad was never truly “outta juice”

“You don't know how to Recharge it.” “Of course I do. You're not the only tech savvy Loki.” I´m inclined to take his word there. Although he played it as masking his lack of knowledge, I do think that he actually might be tech savvy here. My current headcanon is that Loki, aside from beating time, actually has watched those TVA propaganda training videos and absorbed all the information. Knowing what he is dealing with and how things work surely must be a key to whatever ambition he is following. You got to know how things work to mess them up, you have to see the order to unravel it and create chaos.

I´m betting Loki knows about the limits and capabilities of the TemPad and that one that seemingly needs recharging buys him some time with Sylvie and opportunities. Maybe Loki truly drained the TemPad of the energy to hand Sylvie a device that actually was not working, so she couldn´t see any trickery. Maybe he pulls out some battery device last minute, has had temporarily held the energy though some magic and has already put it back in a concealed TemPad. Or there was magic at play and the whole uncharged device was faked. Wouldn´t Sylvie have noticed any magical tampering? Thor needed to throw things at “Loki” to reveal his magic. While Sylvie didn´t touch the broken remnants of the TemPad she held the “outta juice” one and she could have more insight as magic user but the episode established that they both are not necessarily entirely familiar with each other´s magic. >> It´s difficult to say just how much Sylvie know´s about Loki´s skills, but she does recognize them as not unremarkable and not something she can just act against. This seems to be proven by her action of not trying to just take the TemPad from Loki. >> Loki´s familiarity with Sylvie´s skills is a bit trickier. When the first explosion hits he asks “Is that one of your powers?“, maybe genuinely wondering, maybe not. Mostly this episode is about one particular skill: Enchantment is not among the faves Loki lists to the TVA in his lecture mode. (On a side note: The “But you already knew that” (1x2) is so clever in that moment, it´s played as humble, as Loki coming out of lecture mode and “realizing” this, but it also tells us that he didn´t reveal any new information to the TVA or didn´t clarify any complex matter for them. Technically they should know everything anyway but I´m wondering if the show will show us something up Loki´s sleeves that they didn´t.) But later he remarks: “Enchantment is a clever trick. Cowardly, a bit amateurish, but clever” (1x2) It seems he is implying that he´s well versed in it but above it. However in 1x3 Loki asks how Sylvie´s Enchantment works. Which does not necessarily mean he is not familiar and skilled in Enchantement himself, but he might indeed not quite know just how Sylvie in particular works with it. When Sylvie tries to enchant him, Loki points that out and says it won´t work, not because of him being a “magician” but because his “mind is too strong.” (1) Later he brings the power up again (2), not straight up asking how it works, but going for a more unassuming question of where she learned it. “So, where'd you learn to do the... You know, the... Whatever it is?“ He shows himself impressed that she´s an autodidact. Then he shifts to “how it works” and offers a quite simple thought “You just go into their minds and project some sort of illusion?“ The topic is dropped after Sylvie offers to just show him by enchanting him. Later Loki tries another angle (3) he again is offering a faulty (!) presumption of how the Enchantment works. “Here's an idea. What if you enchanted me and you could walk for both of us? Or I take a nap in my subconscious, and then you could just wake me when we arrive.“ Sylvie points out that his is in fact not how it works. After some remarks about “tactical advantage” she actually starts to explain to Loki! To which Loki says “And you call me a magician.“ again putting himself in the position of the lesser skilled one in this area. And I do think this might have been calculated and on purpose? I´m kind of talking myself into believing that Loki might know quite well how Enchantment works & I´m super surprised that Sylvie with all that inquiry about her skill never said something like: “Why would you want to know more about a cowardly, amateurish thing?!” Mirroring Lokis words from 1x2.

Moreover I´m wondering if there was an additional motive of “actually” trying their luck with the Ark. “Never had us on it” Loki says, implying they could change things and make the escape vessel leave. Which could have an element of caring about the people? Loki couldn´t act in Pompei, maybe he can here. Loki laments the fate of the woman that shot at them. “A pity the old woman chose to die, don't you think?” Then again he might just bring that up to gauge Sylvies reaction to it. He also made no attempt to help or ask her to come along. Then again that might not be a sign of not caring, but recognizing someone made their choice and respecting it. Going for the Ark could also have an element of gauging his influence on the course of time? Pompei is long past for this Loki, this scenario is not and there is no TVA currently present. So far Loki already “uncovered a huge hole” in TVA security (1x2) and he knows that the TVA is pruning divergent paths, but he is also in the midst of seeing that they aren´t infallible and this might be a chance to just test things a bit. Maybe he has an interest in seeing if he (now) can have an impact in “hijacking the ark and making sure it gets off this moon”. Maybe it´s also to see how the TVA would deal with these new variant survivors and if they are currently even capable to do so. This could be a moment to reassure himself that his actions have an impact and an opportunity to find out more about how the TVA works.

I do not think Loki would rely on hijacking the ark as a plan to get them to safety? If it is true that he does not know about this apocalypse, which is just given how many there are, likely, then the information Sylvie gave him is just not nearly enough to make a call like that. The Ark could have been stopped from leaving due to so many reasons and plenty far beyond their control and influence. Just like it happened. That would be an irresponsibly risky move. [Loki s1ep03 “Lamentis”] What do you think?

#loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #lokiedit #loki series #loki meta #loki s1ep3 lamentis #mine meta text #mine loki series #magic

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le-cat-nipp · 3 years

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@pyrogothnerd Oh god, here we go again. First things first, I m not goint to pretend that Mia didn`t do anything wrong, i just see good qualities in her. It was never explain why she joined the connections, therefore we can only speculate on reasons she worked for them. Capcom used her mainly as catalyst for res 7, so thanks to her we have two games so far (at least we should be grateful for that). She admited to lyin to Ethan in video she sent to him, before ship crashed. She also told him not to search for her and live happy life whitout her (which contradicts with what u said about her puting herself first<- and oh boy its just the beginning where u were wrong). She spends 3 years in mold, she was traumatized, so was Ethan. They coped in different ways- while he wanted to relieve those moments, she wanted to forget about it, since (again) she spents 3 YEARS in a goo, which force her to do awful things against her will. Between those two she is the most mentaly scarred. It doesn`t mean that Ethan less affected by the violence he endure, but he was able to keep his sanity (cause his mind was set on rescue Mia, so yeah). She also didn`t wanted to tell him about everything, cause she was affraid of loosing him and ruin their family. Ethan- knowing she hid something shady and is not ready to tell him whole story- accepted her back, cause she is one of the most important persons for him and couldn`t imagine a happy life whitout her. Proof? After 3 years since Mia dissapearance he still had hope she was alive, prob never dated and when he got email from her he just jump in the car to pick her up.

And lets be real, how long did Mia know that Ethan was walkin mold? My best guess is that she sense somethings wrong during her pregnacy. Then she gave birth to Rose and from there how she was supposed to tell him he is mold, while he was so happy with his newborn baby? To shatter all his hopes and dreams and get him even more paranoid? It so easy to say she should told him about bein mold, but not thinkin about what consecquences it would have.

Finally the last- does she put herself first? Lets start from beginin: she sent Ethan warning not to search for her and live happy life without her- doesn`t sound much selfish to me. She tried to warn Bakers to stay away from Eveline. Next she fought Eveline`s influence to regain control over her body, knocking herself out in order not to hurt Ethan, yelling at him to leave her. Then action on the ship, where she runs after Ethan, who was kidnapped. She sacrifice herself just to set him free, also plead with Eveline not to hurt him. In village in reminescence, where she and ethan fought, she said to him smthin along the lines: you are more important than you think you are, you deserve love. Then the last moments of the game she was relieved to see Rose safe and refused to leave whitout her husband, demands answers about his whearabouts from Chris. Does it all sounds like she put herself first? Because she showed enough that she deeply cares about her husband and daughter and loves them very much.

I do understand reasons why people don`t like her, but from what i see they barely scratch the surface of her character. And I get people are upset with her, cause she has sense of good or bad and yet doing things that are questionable. But that makes her even more interestin and want me to deeply analize her motives. And in the other hand some of the people who now adores Ethan (mainly cause heroic sacrifice), were unhappy with him in res 7.

#please don`t be rude to op #at least show that mia stans are civilized #I hope I explain myself clear #not putting this in anyt main tags

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godblooded · 3 years

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well guess i gotta finally after like nine years or some shit write a meta on alana and vicky ‘ s incredibly complex relationship.

alana as an adult doesn ‘ t discuss her time with vicky. she doesn ‘ t bring it up. if she ‘ s with someone , the only way for the subject of her to come up is to get serious enough marriage is a possible discussion on the table. that ‘ s when alana has to spill that she ‘ s been engaged before ( and by now it ‘ s certainly sure her significant other is very aware of her sexual orientation so it ‘ s not a shit vicky ‘ s a woman ) and the results of it were catastrophic on her mental state. she has serious ptsd around literally everything to do with wedding planning. it ‘ s often best to forgo the subject as a ‘ ceremony ‘ altogether. she won ‘ t elaborate deeper than she would like about what that relationship was , but it remains alana ‘ s most ( positively ) impactful relationship.

yes , that is sad and weird considering the weight of the trauma she carries from it.

vicky taught alana patience , kindness. she taught her how to be tender and thoughtful. she taught her how to see things without rose - colored glasses but never to lose the lenses. she showed her what love was in grand gestures and in small ones. she was the first person who made alana feel special. she was the first person who made alana feel like more than the rebellious poor kid from chicago pretending to play doctor. she was also one of the first people to treat alana like she was more than just an angry kid taking it out on the world. vicky was one of the only people who had genuinely been capable of saving alana from her own self — twice , if you consider her leaving alana what she does , which was ‘ saving alana ‘ .

vicky also left in the middle of the night on more nights than alana can count. she went out for smokes and then this extended for four days. she constantly turned on a heel and created a disaster and then wondered why alana was in shambles not an hour later. her ( uncontrolled , and later , controlled ) mood swings were basically always targeted at alana. she muddled the concept of sex to something just slightly murky enough that it left alana constantly questioning whether she was used or not , and then by the time vicky tried to fix everything , she had already wrought irreversible damage on a much younger , much more easily influenced dr . bloom. by the time vicky had stowed herself away and drank through a holiday , alana way off in europe , she ‘ d already instilled in alana a fear of abandonment that she wanted to take back but couldn ‘ t even get herself to stop doing. vicky proposed to alana right in the middle of a huge fight and therefore made that , too , another trauma relation.

how they met hardly matters. the fact that week after week alana went out with vicky just because she was almost afraid the photographer —

veronica ‘ vicky ‘ francesca keller is a world - famous fashion photographer who is the child of an extremely prolific businessman. she is a recovering alcoholic / cocaine addict , a chronic chain - smoker , a complete nihilist , a total misanthrope , a coward , bravest in the most integral moments , and frankly would let the world burn if it was a choice between it and alana. the . 1 % of vicky that ‘ s not beyond cynical believes in just one thing and it ‘ s that alana is someone who ‘ s going to change the goddamn world and she ‘ ll move heaven and earth if she has to to give her the chance. she married a boring man who just seemed slightly less stupid and she was very impulsive , and neither of them loved each other , and he was using vicky for her money — and her talent for recreating art pieces for a whole lot of pretty ingenious fraud. thankfully , alana quickly replaced him not a breath after they met.

vicky left alana flat on the night before their wedding. she left one thing for her — a post it that said i love you , but i ‘ m killing you.

alana still carries that post - it in her wallet.

vicky is alana ‘ s … strangest soulmate. to be clearer , vicky is alana ‘ s most trusted soldier in the trenches of what they both call life.

vicky is imperative to alana as a person.

#rel. dr. bloom. vicky&alana. this is how you keep her.#rel. dr. bloom. vicky&alana. this is how you lose her.#v: dr. bloom: dear forgiveness/I’ve saved a plate for you/quit milling around and come back inside.#v.: dr. Bloom: dear forgiveness/i’ve saved a plate for you/quit milling around and come back inside. (Vicky Keller)#[i love them yo q where u at.]#[sponsored by: they literally live rent free in my head.]#addiction mention /#alcoholism mention /#abuse mention /#child abuse mention /#ptsd mention /#headcanon. Dr.bloom.

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deathbymeow · 3 years

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Ladybug landed on Chloe’s balcony some 48 hours after she managed to open the first letter. It was an emotional goodbye, written the night before he left. With shaking hands, it had taken her an hour to finally open it and after seeing his delicate handwriting for the first time in years another to finally read it.

Dear Marinette,

There are no words to explain how sorry I am. I am a mere coward and do not deserve your forgiveness nor do I ask for it. If I could give my life for his I would without any hesitation.

I’m leaving Paris. My father has chosen to send me to New York to study abroad and live with my aunt. I should stand up to him and demand I stay but I fear if I do, I will only make things harder for you.

That’s what I’ve told myself but deep down I know if I stayed, we would never be the same and I don’t know how to live with that.

I broke us before we really ever had a chance.

I want you to know I may have loved the girl in the mask first, but I fell even harder for the one behind it. The last few years I’ve struggled with my growing feelings for you. I didn’t want to complicate your life with my burden. It turned out my burden was already yours.

I wish it didn’t take losing what we did to realise what was always in front of me. I’ve wasted so many years and now we may never get our chance. I don’t want you to wait for me. I don’t know if or when I’ll be back.

I will forever love you Marinette and my heart will always belong to you and you alone.

Always yours,

Adrien

She read it over and over until she could no longer see through her tears. Her heart ached and she struggled to regain control before she managed to pull it together and read the rest. All 1128 of them. He’d written something every day he was gone. Some letters were just a paragraph or two, a summary of his day. They all ended the same with him telling her just how much he missed her and still loved her.

About a year in, the letters started to change. Adrien wanted to come home, but he didn’t know how. He was scared that she didn’t want to see him. It was almost as if he was waiting for her permission. It broke her even more to think that he’d been waiting all this time for her to answer.

Ladybug took a deep breath and walked into Chloe’s apartment. She knew her way around the spacious layout even with the lights off. It had become her home away from home. It was ironic really. If you had told her that five years ago, she would have fallen over laughing. Zoe had been a huge influence in Chloe’s life and when she’d left to pursue her acting career Ladybug decided to give Queen Bee another chance. Now there was no denying it, Chloe had become one of her best friends. Her home had become a safe haven from all the memories at the bakery that threatened to pull her back down the dark hole of depression.

“Chloe, are you home?” Ladybug called scanning the room. The only light came from a few candles on the coffee table.

“For fuck sakes LB, people have front doors for a reason.” Chloe’s head popped up from the couch. Her hair was a mess and that’s when Ladybug noticed the clothes scattered around the couch. Sabrina’s head popped up next to Chloe’s and she shyly waved.

“Oh, umm yeah sorry. I umm. Sabrina always good to see you. When did you get back into town? Anyway I’ll… sorry.” Ladybug took a few steps back, but Chloe had already grabbed her robe and gotten off the couch.

“No, don’t you dare. You’ve already interrupted, now move it.” Chloe demanded pointing to her bedroom. “Sorry babe, just give us a minute.” She kissed her girlfriend on the lips then gently shoved Ladybug towards her bedroom.

Chloe closed the door and took Ladybugs hands in hers. “Okay before you say anything Luka called me.”

“Chloe I…”

“No look LB I know you two are… well I don’t exactly know what you are. Anyway, he didn’t go into details, but he told me he fucked up royally and that you would probably end up here, so spill. What’s going on?” Chloe asked as she sat on her oversized bed and pulled Ladybug down next to her.

“Fuck. Chloe, I didn’t know. All this time. Oh my god three years. I…” Tears she didn’t know she had left spilled down her cheeks as she started to sob. She hated losing self-control like this but at this point she’d given up on trying to control the emotions she’d hidden for the last three years. It was as if a flood gate had opened and there was no stopping it now.

Chloe didn’t hesitate. She grabbed onto her friend’s shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. “Okay sweets, you need to breath and then explain what you’re talking about.”

“Letters… Luka… didn’t… give… me… only… two days… ago.” Was all she could choke out.

“You have to be shitting me. How many didn’t you see?” Chloe’s voice was laced with venom that Ladybug knew wasn’t directed at her.

“All… of them.”

Chloe softly lifted Ladybug off her so she could look into her eyes. “You’re telling me you didn’t read any of them until now?”

Finally, Ladybug managed to slow her breathing enough to talk without feeling like she was choking on the words trying to leave her mouth. “Luka said I’d told him I never wanted to talk to Adrien again, so he didn’t give then to me. He said he was waiting for the right time.”

“What the actual fuck. Like he wasn’t benefiting from it.” Chloe looked like she wanted to tear him to shreds.

“In no way am I blaming you, but why didn’t you ask me about them? Why didn’t you tell me to reply? Why didn’t you give them to me?” Ladybug couldn’t look at Chloe anymore. She knew what she was asking the blonde and she knew no matter how she worded it, it would come across as an accusation.

“Oh sweets, I did a few times. You always changed the subject as soon as you heard his name. I didn’t want to be that person. You had enough of them always hounding you about things. I know that’s why you come here, to escape it all. Anyway, Luka was around you the most and I trusted him to give them to you on your good days not three fucken years later.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Why did Adrien think running away was the only answer, Chloe? I needed him and he wasn’t there. He didn’t even talk to me before he left.” Ladybug stood up and walked over to the window and looked out at the Eiffel Tower.

“You knew Adrien, but you didn’t know the full extent of his home life. His father is nothing but a monster in designer clothes. Gabriel Agreste mentally tortured that boy. He starved Adrien of love and made him feel so inadequate in everything he did no wonder Adrien blamed himself for every bad thing that ever happened.” Chloe grabbed a piece of paper and a pen off her bedside table and wrote something down. “He tries to hide it but he’s hurting. He’s always been quick to make rash decisions thinking he’s doing the right thing but in reality, half the time he’s just running away.”

Ladybug felt every one of her words slice through her. She looked at her own reflection in disgust. What had she become? Why had she been so quick to doubt him?

She hadn’t noticed Chloe come up behind her until she put her hand on her shoulder.

“He still loves you. I never believed in that type of love until I saw the way he looks at you. The way his eyes light up when he talks about you even though it clearly hurts him. The way your wounds never healed even with every one’s love. It isn’t our love that you need. You need him as much as he needs you, Marinette.” Chloe passed her the piece of paper. “For when you’re ready. Don’t leave it another three years.”

Ladybug eyed the piece of paper before taking it and tucking it into her suit. “Thank you.” She kissed the blonde’s cheek then slipped out the door and disappeared into the night.

******

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eifel Tower looking at Adrien’s address until the streets below were empty. And then before she knew what had happened, she was standing on his balcony trying to remember how to breath.

Tired and emotionally drained, her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Was this the right time? Could she really forgive him that easily? Could she forgive herself for that matter? He was probably asleep. This was a stupid idea, what was she thinking. She should just go. What would she say anyway?

As she turned to leave the door opened and a hand softly took hers. Her head lowered and a small sob escaped her lips. His hand felt warm against her gloved fingers. What was she doing? Panic started to grip her senses and she took a step towards the edge. A gentle tug on her hand made her turn around and she inhales as the light reflected off his emerald eyes.

Adrien looked broken. It was clear he hadn’t slept in days. His lip was split and bruised from the fight with Luka a few nights earlier and his hair was a mess making him look more Chat like. Ladybug couldn’t help but notice his bare chest and the way his pyjama pants sat low on his toned hips. A blush spread over her cheeks, and she quickly looked away.

“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to but please don’t go.” He begged gently squeezing her hand.

Ladybug gazed back into his eyes, they seemed to melt into her soul and pull her towards him. She found herself nodding as she let him guide her into his apartment. He let go of her hand to close the door and curtains behind them. Ladybug looked around his dark apartment, Plagg was floating over the kitchen bench, and he gave her a little salute.

“Tikki spots off.” Pink light washed over them and the little Kwami smiled at Marinette before floating over to Plagg and giving him a big hug.

Adrien hadn’t taken his eyes off her and it wasn’t until she felt the cool night air against her legs that she remembered she was only in an oversized t-shirt and fluffy bed socks.

“Hey.” He looked almost shy as he smiled down at her. “Can I get you a drink or anything?” he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Marinette shook her head unable to find the words she wanted to say. A moment passed, neither of them talked as they staired into each other’s eyes. She couldn’t help but notice the tension in Adrien’s shoulders, as if he was afraid, if he moved she would run again.

She hated how the distance between them felt like it was miles instead of a few feet. Before she could analyse the situation anymore, she closed the gap and threw her arms around him. Adrien exhaled like he’d been holding his breath then wrapped his arms around her and snuggled his face into her neck.

The two stood in each other’s arms for what could have been a minute or an hour. Time seemed irrelevant at this point. Marinette felt her eyes getting heavy but the thought of leaving physically hurt. So, she did the only logical thing she could think of.

She let go of his chest and took his hand. His eyes never left hers as she walked over to the couch and flopped down, pulling him down next to her.

“Just need to sleep.” Marinette whispered while looking up at him through her long lashes.

Adrien nodded in agreement, he stood up and grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch as Marinette curled up on her side. He gently placed it over her and turned to leave but her small hand grabbed his.

“Please don’t go.” Marinette asked as she lifted the blanket for him to climb under.

“As you wish, princess.” He said as he lay down next to her and wrapped her in his arms.

Marinette’s body relaxed against his as if it knew something she didn’t. Even though all her pain, she felt like a part of her had returned. It felt like coming home.

Listening to his heartbeat and surrounded by his warmth it wasn’t long before she fell into a dreamless sleep for the first time in what felt like forever.

#miraculous fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #ml #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #chloé bourgeois #aged up #hurt #angst #comfort #long way to go

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another-mexico-oc · 4 years

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APH Latin America Week @aph-latam-events

June 8th - History

Hi guys! Today I share with you what I made for the Hetalia Latin America Week. I´m not sure if I will manage to complete the event, since I´m working on the answers of our askbox, and other things on my schedule. But this is what I have at the moment :)

History of Mexico (from 1325 to 1945)

Mexico has a lot to talk about. Of course there is a lot of historical events and interesting facts, but I´m going to summarize some of the most important events:

1325-1521: The aztecs founded Tenochtitlán, in what is now the center of Mexico City. They became a powerful civilization, conquering and subduing various cities and villages. That is until 1521, when the Spanish conquerors arrived to the city and with the help of the aztecs´ enemies, and the disease they carried on (this is historically true, smallpox was a big factor for the defeat of the Aztec Empire), the city and the civilization came to an end, and the start of a new era.

1521-1810: The Viceroyalty of New Spain. It covered not just Mexico, but also the Caribbean, some islands from Asia (cough cough, Philippines...), Central America, and temporaly some regions of North America (all way up to Canada) and South America. It was also the moment in which Catholicism arrived to the continent. For natives it was like “either you convert into catholic, or you can work as an slave”. Cultures and races started to mix, but still, only spaniards could access to the highest positions. This was just a small spark of what came next...

1810-1821: Mexican Independence. France invades Spain, and spanish colonies are not happy with the new regime. In fact, the first leaders of the mexican rebellion supported the King of Spain, Ferdinand VII, but as the war of independence went on, and influenced by the liberal USA and French revolutions, they were like “You know, we don´t need Spain anymore, we can take care of ourselves”. It was a tough conflict, and for a moment it seemed they were not going to make it. But finally, on September 27th 1821, the war was over and the next day the independence was proclaimed.

1821-1823: First Mexican Empire. Mexico's first government was a monarchy, but the people did not like it, so it did not last long. At this time, the other territories that were part of New Spain declare independence from Mexico.

1838-1839: First French intervention. Spain was outside the map, so it was France big chance to take control of the former colonies. In Mexico it is well known the “Pastry War”, because the invented excuse for France to invade Mexico was: unpaid cakes! There was a trade block until England arrived to put an stop to this.

1846- 1848: Mexican-American War. Sigh. The beginning of a beautiful and toxic relationship. Everything started with the USA big expansion, the independence of Texas from Mexico, USA annexed Texas, Mexico didn´t like that and both declare war, and in the end Mexico loses almost half of its original territory.

1862: Battle of Puebla. It seems Mexico can´t have a break, isn´t it? If the wars with Spain, France and USA weren´t enough, there was a inner conflict and disagreement between two groups. One group wanted Mexico to be like USA, the other want wanted Mexico to be like the Europeans monarchies. The latter group asked for loans from Spain, England and France in order to finance their campaign. Then president Juarez proclaim Mexico was not going to pay the debt, and Spain, England and France were like “We´ll see about that”. So they arrived to Mexico, but before things got heavy, Mexico convinced Spain and England that they would pay them later. But France was another case, and he saw ANOTHER big chance to take control of Mexico. Battle of Puebla, on May 5th 1962, was a temporal victory for Mexico, until...

1864- 1867: Second Mexican Empire. In the end France managed to invade Mexico, and president Juarez had to escape north. Meanwhile, France send an Austrian prince (Maximilian I) and his wife to be the new rulers of Mexico. But soon enough, France and the conservative elite turned its back on the new mexican emperor. In the end, Maximilian I was captured and executed. And it´s kind of sad because he and his wife really loved Mexico, and they were going to respect the culture and history of the country. And interesting fact: President Juarez was about to sold another part of Mexico to the USA, so they could help them to overthrow the Austrian emperor, but luckily this never happened because USA was busy with their civil war.

1876-1911: Porfiriato. Mexico is ruled for more of thirty years by Porfirio Diaz. At first things were fine, but then he became a dictador. You can see that during this period, there was again a lot of european influence. Yes! Big Brother France is back! Also, the military uniform was inspired by the prussian one. Anyway, the discomfort of the people caused by this dictatorship lead to ...

1910-1924: Mexican Revolution. Again, a lot of inner conflicts, several groups fighting for power and overthrowing each other. Think of it as the mexican version of Game of Thrones. Another interesting fact, during this period, WW1 had begun and Germany send a telegram to Mexico, asking them to join their side, to distract USA and promising that if they won, Mexico was going to regain its former territories. But Mexico was already in its own war, and they knew they couldn´t win against USA, so Mexico was like “Thanks but no.”

1944-1945: Mexico in WW2. Mexico role in WW2 is very small compared to the other nations, but along with Brazil, they were the only two Latin American countries which sent soldiers to the war. Additionally, USA and Mexico got along better, after years of resentment. Oh, this two frenemies...

I wish I could had shared more historical events, and showing up Mexico in more outfits, but this is all I can give you at the moment. If you want more information and facts about my Mexico OC, I invite you to follow this blog, and to send your asks. Bye!

#aph latin america week #aph mexico #aph mexico oc #APH #hetalia #hws #aph hetalia #hetalia mexico #hws mexico

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moylis3 · 4 years

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I`m a ficwriter now (I Am Absolutely Not)

What If Damien Didn't Fucked Everything Up From The Beginning

Picture this:

Joan informs Damien about AM and how they experimenting on Mark, but she just says that Mark is a unique time-traveler, managing to keep his mimic abilities in secret. They make a deal: Joan tries to find atypical with powers alike Damien`s, and Damien helps save Mark. Damien walks past agent Green, not bothering to ask him any questions about Bryant. Mark also knows better than to give his ability right away, even in his state. He questions Damien about why did he save him, about his sister, and, of course, about Sam. Damien keeps his connection to Joan through the earpiece, and now he is more interested in mysterious Sam than in Mark. And since Damien doesn`t care at all for Mark or his abilities, he simply hands him back to Joan and Sam for not-so-happy-but-still reunion. Joan working on fixing her relationship with her brother and doesn't put much effort in finding atypical for her part of deal with Damien. He is annoyed, but there`s not much he can do. He is thinking about going to AM, though, but the idea doesn't seem that appealing after he broke in and dragged a man out of there. Speaking about Mark… Well, he is confused. Don't get it wrong, he is happy with happy with Sam, and Joanie , and this Caleb kid seems pretty nice… but it's complicated. Joan eventually told Mark about Damien`s powers, not without warning to avoid him at all costs. It made Mark even more curious, but Joanie refused to tell more, repeating that Damien is a bad influence. She wasn't going to give up Mark again. But Mark wouldn't let it go that easily, would he? Damien might be a bad influence, but he seemed like a decent guy. He saved Mark, for God's sake, how wicked could he actually be? Besides, he wasn't going to let his sister boss him around. He wasn't exactly proud of sneaking behind Joan`s and Sam`s backs, but he had to find out more about this guy. Mark managed to find Damien's phone number, and, well, of course he called. " Who the hell are you and what the fuck do you want." It wasn't the most welcoming response Mark have ever gotten, but he could work with it. "Uh, hi, this is Mark. Mark Bryant. You kinda saved me from evil facility and stuff". That wasn't awkward at all, nope. There was a quiet moment, and then " Oh, I see. I`m surprised Dr. B even let you talk to me, but she was always full of surprises. “ " She doesn`t know I called you. And, well, that I have your number. " “Teenage rebel, huh? You`re my favorite Bryant now. So what do you need me for, if not to piss your sister?" Okay, maybe it was a bad idea. Damien sounded a little bit like an asshole after all. " Just realized I never really thanked you for, you know, saving me. " “U-huh. Sure. You welcome. Now your conscience is clean and stuff. Anything else?” "Can I buy you a coffee or something?" Mark didn`t mean that. Like, at all. Did Damien`s powers worked through the phone? God, Mark hoped not. Whatever, Damien didn`t sounded interested, so it was probably... "... okay." Well. Shit. Turns out Damien is an asshole. No wonder, giving his abilities. Mark was actually surprised on how Damien used it. He used it everywhere, of course, but still, it seemed so small. Damien was just living his little life, without forcing people to make “real changes”. Mark was amused by Damien`s lack of ambitions, and even more by the fact that Damien couldn`t control his powers. He wasn't even trying. So, when Damien grabbed them a free coffee and Mark would try to teach him about basic moral rules and how he should really pay for food, Damien would just tell him to shut up, and, to Mark annoyance, it worked. Still, Mark could… tolerate Damien and his abilities. Damien was fine. Arrogant, of course, but he could be funny. Kinda. Sometimes. And he was smart, too. When he isn't busy being a jerk. All in all, they would grab a lot of coffee together. Mark would show Damien his photographs. Damien said he didn't care for those, but Mark could feel Damiens powers making him talk about how great was lighting and how beautiful was sunset regardless. They weren't friends but they were something. At some point Mark trusted him enough to reveal his true ability. Damien just went completely still, staring at Mark wildly. Bryant wasn't sure if Damien breathed. "how... how does it feels"? Damien`s voice cracked a little, making Mark flinch. He told him. Than more, and more, till he wanted to stop so badly- it wasn`t his will. Damien was silent, for once. They just sat there, quietly. Damien suddenly laugh. " You sister is a real bitch", was all he said. -------- Before going on tour with a band as a photographer, Mark tried to teach Damien to use his ability more consciously. It wasn't easy, but the fact that Damien agreed to do this at all was enough for Mark. They still called each other while Mark was on tour, and Damien was doing sessions with the AM, where he met Rose. They would hang out sometimes, Rose happily talking about her girlfriend, smiling at Damien`s sarcastic comments. She was the one who advised him to give Mark something, when he'll be back from the tour for holidays. “And why would I give him something?” “Because it's a tradition? Because it's a decent thing to do? Because he is your friend?” When Mark came home, and you wouldn't believe it, Damien gifted him a camera. Maybe they were friends, after all. (I fixed all the grammar here I swear) ~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/25571254

#the bright sessions #tbs #damien gorham #look at me #doing damien content myself

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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She-Hulk and Explosion Boy pt.4

Word Count: 1, 683

Pairing: Bakugo x reader

Warnings: sadness and swearing

Summary: Bakugo is an asshole

Over the course of the next few weeks you managed to warm up to Mina´s and Bakugo´s friend group, you hung out together often and you liked it that way.

Bakugo and you also deepened your friendship, he told you about his rivalry with Izuku and you told him about your past troubles.

Sometimes you´d talk all night over the phone, comforting each other.

Well, you tried your best to comfort him, you weren´t sure if it worked.

Today there would be an exercise about retrieving an enemy´s weapon.

The class was separated into teams of two, some played villains and some heroes.

The objective was to turn off the weapon or to demobilize the villains.

You and Bakugo were playing the villains today, something that just happened to be your forte.

But you were up against two very able opponents, Izuku and Ochaco.

“Okay, we need a strategy” you pulled him to the side to figure out a plan together.

He just scoffed.

“We just need to beat them up, should be easy enough” he growled, he was too fixated on winning and beating Izuku, that wasn´t good.

You didn´t like the aura he had, where this was going.

“Don´t let him get to your head, Katsuki...” you gently placed your hand on his shoulder to show him your comfort, but he only pushed you away angrily.

“The fuck do you know about what´s in my head?” he mumbled, not even looking at you.

You wanted to tell him that you knew because the same insecurities lied in your own head too, you wanted to tell him that he wasn´t alone and that it was okay, but if you did that he´d blast you into oblivion.

“Just fucking focus on the task, no need to take it out on me” you grumbled, gritting your teeth.

His eye twitched, fucking Deku… why was he here? Wasn´t he the little quirkless kid that always tagged along with him? Bakugo was better than him in every way, so why did he feel like he already lost? Why was Deku always superior to him? Why was he smiling through all the shit Bakugo put him through? Why did he always keep going? Why was he always so nice and could admit his weakness? And why couldn´t Bakugo do all those things…

He knew the answer. He knew it all along, ever since he had that stupid quirk of his.

He wasn´t hero material, he was a villain.

And that fucking pissed him off.

He took that anger out on the one who he projected it onto: Deku.

Meanwhile he shut you out completely, you were just trying to complete the assignment and now Bakugo was going off on his own like a fucking idiot.

You tried to hold him back, but it was too late.

Luckily you got to the scene just in time to stop Bakugo from beating up Midoriya.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” you grabbed Bakugo by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall harshly.

“Going off on your own wasn´t part of the plan! We just fucking lost because of you! Because you couldn´t control your anger, going off on your own like a damn child doesn´t get you anywhere! I thought I could count on you...” you yelled at him, tears coming to your eyes the more you ranted, why did he have to be like this? Was it so hard to ignore his stupid insecurities for once?

Bakugo looked down guiltily and stayed silent as he bit his lips, finally you averted your eyes from him and went back to the rest of the class.

Mina looked at you worriedly, she never saw you that emotional before.

Sure you were always sort of pissed, but in the same way Bakugo was, it was never serious.

Until now.

She supposed it was because of the closed off way Bakugo had, she knew how much you hated it when he didn´t tell you something.

See, you always thought you and Bakugo were close, you thought you reached that friendship level where you could and would tell each other everything.

And if something was on your mind that could possibly negatively influence your day at school, you would always come to each other.

At least that´s what you thought.

Apparently Bakugo didn´t think the same way.

If he wanted to stay closed off though, he shouldn´t tell you that you were friends, he should just tell you that you could fuck off like everyone else.

You hated it when people deceived you, gave you false hope.

In reality his words hurt more than you wanted to admit to yourself, you should´ve known getting close to someone for the first time would end up like this.

Especially since Bakugo never wanted to be your friend, he simply wanted to compete with you, all of the sweet words he said meant nothing.

You hated yourself for realizing it too late.

“You alright?” she tried to soothe you, placing an arm around your shoulder.

You shook your head, you still hadn´t fought back all of the tears.

“I´m not, not at all” you hoarsely whispered, forcefully holding back sobs.

“Aizawa-sensei, can we go outside for a bit? (Y/N)´s not feeling well” Mina asked, luckily Aizawa nodded.

“You did good work today, (Y/N)” he said before dismissing you.

As soon as you were outside you couldn´t contain your tears and sobs anymore.

“He´s an asshole, Mina...” you exclaimed, you didn´t mean it of course, you liked him too much for that, but Mina just nodded.

“I don´t know what´s up with him sometimes, either. I thought he´d at least tell you what´s on his mind” she said.

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Why did he have to go against Midoriya like that? Why did he cut me off?” you wondered, letting yourself sink down on one of the benches outside of school, Mina joined you, putting an arm around you.

“I don´t know...” Mina thought of ways to comfort you, but couldn´t come up with any.

Normally she´d say you could hang out at her place and she´d let you rant but you had to go back soon.

Instead she let you cry until your tears dried up, cuddling up to you to at least give you some comfort.

“Okay, I´m done, let´s go back” you didn´t even bother to fake a smile, Mina knew you too well, she could smell your bullshit from a mile away and you didn´t need to be fake around her.

You both strolled back to the classroom for the next lesson, you had your head hung low and everyone could sense how miserable you were right now.

Well, everyone saw your outburst too, and they were all on your side.

Bakugo´s heart broke when he saw you come into class, everyone avoided him or confronted him about his behavior earlier.

But he didn´t care about any of them, all that he cared about right now was your glum, disappointed and broken expression.

The sadness in your eyes, the way you couldn´t even smile and didn´t bother looking at him.

He always felt shitty, but he never felt as guilty as he did right now.

Bakugo wanted to kick the shit out of himself for making you feel and look like this, this was a look that wouldn´t be washed away with a simple “I´m sorry”.

So he did what he did best…

“Don´t fucking interfere with my business anymore” he coldly stated.

… distancing himself and making people hate him.

Mina and you sat outside on a bench after school ended, she tried her best to comfort you again, but soon she had to go home.

You should´ve gone home too, but somehow your feet wouldn´t move. You just felt too empty inside, so shallow.

Right as you decided it was time to go home, you saw Bakugo leave the building and prayed he didn´t see you, you weren´t ready to talk to him just yet.

Your heart ached again thinking back on the words he said to you and a lump started building in your throat.

The moment Midoriya left the building and called out to Bakugo should´ve been the moment you left, but you didn´t. Instead you stayed and listened in on a conversation that wasn´t meant for your ears.

You felt sorry for Midoriya, you didn´t know he had someone else´s quirk, maybe you would help him with the control someday, after all you were a master at controlling quirks. It was inspiring seeing Midoriya´s side of the rivalry, you really needed to find out what exactly happened to them in their past, maybe that way you´d understand why Bakugo was so keen on winning and being better than Midoriya.

Bakugo said nothing for a while, but when he did you could clearly hear the hurt underneath his rage, it made the lump in your throat grow larger.

He was saying how Midoriya made a fool of him, how he had lost to him today, Bakugo repeated the losing part as if to burn it into his mind, to never forget it, to be sure of it.

Then he mentioned Todoroki and how he could never beat him, at this point all you wanted to do was to get up and hug him, tell him he was fine the way he was and how strength wasn´t all that mattered.

But you were frozen in place, watching the scene unwind before your very eyes.

He started walking away and got closer to where you were sitting, vowing to never lose again and become the number one hero, he was crying, you noticed as your heart sunk to your chest.

You wished he´d open himself up to you like that as well.

When he passed you, you stood up, trying to get him to halt.

But he just told you to fuck off, not even looking at you.

To be fair, you understood it, if you were caught crying like that you´d react the same way.

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WandaVision: How Scarlet Witch and Vision's children could change the MCU

Marvel Studios upcoming Disney Plus streaming series WandaVision seems to be placing a focus on adapting the torrid comic book romance of Wanda Maximoffthe Scarlet Witch and Vision.

Some of what that entails has already been seen previously in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, through their star-crossed affair as an Infinity Stone-enhanced human and a synthezoid who must overcome his own destruction – but one of the more off-kilter aspects of their comic book history may also take center stage in the series: their twin sons William and Thomas.

If you re wondering how an artificial man without human biology can father children, the answer to that and the implications of that answer may be at the heart of the conflict in WandaVision, as it was in the show s comic book source material.

As in the movies, Vision and Scarlet Witch developed a complicated romance in the comic books culminating in their wedding, which led, naturally, to Wanda s desire to build a family and have children – a prospect stymied by Vision s lack of human reproductive material it s been implied he has human-like reproductive physiognomy, so sex is possible but reproduction isn t.

Enter Agatha Harkness, a powerful witch who has served as Wanda Maximoff s mentor over the years though she was first introduced as a nanny for Franklin Richards in Fantastic Four. Though she d later take Wanda under her wing, the pair first met in a noted haven for witches, New Salem, Colorado, facing down a coven of magical villains named Salem s Seven; a group comprised of Harkness s grandchildren, fathered by her son Nicholas Scratch.

When Salem s Seven are defeated after burning Agatha Harkness at the stake, she enters an astral form and imbues Wanda with massive amounts of magical energy from the Seven – magical power Wanda uses to form her twin sons William and Thomas, who become the consummation of sorts of her marriage to Vision.

Though William and Thomas are infants and appear as human children, seen swaddled in blankets in the WandaVision trailer, they are not actually flesh-and-blood in comic books. Instead, they re magical manifestations of part of the soul essence of the demonic Master Pandemonium, one of the many guises of the devilish Marvel Comics villain Mephisto, working through a human agent.

Unfortunately, the timing of this revelation couldn t have been worse for Wanda, who was still reeling from the corruption and destruction of her husband the Vision, who had turned evil, tried to conquer the world, and rebuilt as an emotionless husk. All of this is too much for Wanda, whose sanity is threatened by the series of events.

To end the madness, Agatha Harkness reabsorbs the twins back into Master Pandemonium s soul, and erases their memory from Scarlet Witch s mind. But the memory of her children returns when Wanda is rescued from the real culprit behind the entire thing – Immortus, one of the many guises of the time-traveling Kang, the villain of Ant-Man to reportedly be played by Jonathan Majors.

Years later, Wanda finally loses her grip on reality and attacks her own teammates, the Avengers - leading to the temporary deaths of Hawkeye, Vision, Ant-Man, and more in a story-arc titled Avengers: Disassembled. And of course, that story led to House of M – an even more complex reality-bending story that had its own easter egg in the WandaVision trailer.

The defeat of Mephisto and Immortus and the disappearance of the magically created William and Thomas wasn t the end of the twins story. The human portion of their souls, created from Scarlet Witch s power and Mephisto s dark magic, were reincarnated as the human children Billy Kaplan and Tommy Shepherd who, despite being born and raised separately, each developed mutant powers; with Billy able to alter reality through spellcasting like his mother Scarlet Witch, and Tommy able to run at super-speed like his uncle Quicksilver, Wanda s brother from comic books who perished in the MCU in Avengers: Age of Ultron and who had a more central role in Fox s later X-Men films.

Taking the codenames Wiccan and Speed, Billy and Tommy reunited as Young Avengers - teen heroes who stepped in following the dissolution of the original Avengers in the aforementioned Avengers: Dissassembled and who have connections to the classic team.

As part of the Young Avengers, Billy and Tommy discover their true heritage as the reincarnated children of Vision and Scarlet Witch, and embark on a quest to find her, encountering Quicksilver and Magneto – who was then believed to be Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver s father it s still kinda up in the air.

They all discover Wanda is hidden in Latveria with Doctor Doom, who plans to marry the now amnesiac Scarlet Witch as part of the culmination of a longterm plan to manipulate her and harness her reality-altering power – a scheme that goes all the way back to Avengers: Disassembled, which is revealed to have all been influenced by Doctor Doom s dark magic as part of his plan to control Wanda.

Wanda and Wiccan are reunited, with Wiccan using magic to restore Wanda s memories, and confirm that he is truly her reincarnated son. The two reluctantly agree to help Doctor Doom cast a spell that Wanda intends to restore the powers of the mutants she depowered on M-Day, in the wake of Avengers: Disassembled and House of M.

But Doom seizes her reality powers instead, forcing Patriot of the Young Avengers to interrupt the ritual, leading to the death of his teammate Stature as in Cassie Lang, Ant-Man s daughter who has appeared in the MCU alongside her dad, but not before she s able to use Iron Lad s time-travel technology and Wanda s powers to rescue her father, Scott Lang, from his death in the past.

With Cassie dead she too, got better – and the vision board online destroyed in the final battle of the Avengers against Doctor Doom – the Young Avengers resolve to move forward.

Notably, since then, Wiccan Billy has gone on to marry his longtime love interest and Young Avengers teammate Hulkling, and become the official consort of Hulkling s combined KreeSkrull empire – as seen in this summer s cosmic comic book crossover Empyre.

With ties to Doctor Doom and Kang, the story of William and Thomas and their parents Scarlet Witch and Vision seems to be a possible bridge to the next era of the MCU. Considering both are canonically mutants in comic books, and the WandaVision trailer has a House of M Easter egg that may tie into mutants introduction into the MCU, it s a potential eventuality that Wiccan and Speed, their young adult alter egos, could factor into the emergence of mutants on film.

And then there s Agatha Harkness – who may actually appear in WandaVision. Though she hasn t been named, it s been hinted at that Kathryn Hahn s mysterious character may in fact be Agatha Harkness herself, perhaps one of the villains of the show. She was previously described as Nosey Neighbor seemingly an homage to the nosy neighbor Gladys from Bewitched and subtitles for the first trailer identify her as Agnes - not so different from Agatha, and perhaps a misdirection - after all, it s not like folks don t use fake names in the MCU all the time.

Remember it was Agatha Harkness who originally imbued Wanda with the dark magic that let her conjure her children, and who altered her memories of it – something for which she later paid the price, dying at Wanda s hand she came back to life, something she s been capable of doing multiple times.

Considering the roles Doctor Doom and Mephisto played in the original story of Scarlet Witch s children and their mother s downfall, could Harkness be an agent of either of these two notable villains?

And of course, that original story also included some involvement from Immortus, who wanted access to Wanda s ability to alter time through her reality-warping powers. Immortus is an older version of Kang, again reportedly the villain of Ant-Man .

Remember, Ant-Man died in the original Avengers: Disassembled and was resurrected thanks to the time-travel technology of Iron Lad – another of Kang s identities. Could that storyline be adapted into Ant-Man – and if so, what could it mean for the fate of Cassie Lang, who was aged to teen years in the five-year gap of Avengers: Endgame?

And since Cassie, Billy, and Tommy are all big parts of the Young Avengers - themselves likely candidates for an MCU film down the road - this could all be building to the assembly of that team as well, perhaps spread over several films in the tradition of their adult predecessors.

All of these connections through William and Thomas, along with that House of M Easter egg and Wanda s role in Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness seem to add up to WandaVision being a crucial chapter in setting up the next epoch of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

WandaVision will debut on DisneyPlus later this year, following some updates to the streaming service s MCU schedule.

#vision board online

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Unpopular opinions on the Homestuck Epilogue

Two things before I start this rant: I believe that the Homestuck epilogue is good and in character (in a specific way), and while it may not provide total closure as of yet, there is a chance there could be some more. I'm not exactly gonna lose sleep if there isn't more, however. If you didn't like the epilogue, that is your prerogative; however, I implore you to at least consider what I'm about to say.

Secondly: SPOILERS FOR THE EPILOGUE AND THE COMIC. OBVIOUSLY. I won't go too deep into the epilogue itself, however by nature of these things, it's gonna have spoilers. Really, if you haven't read the epilogue yet, you probably shouldn't be in the Homestuck tag.

TL;DR at the bottom, rant after the cut.

So! The Homestuck Epilogue just landed, and Tumblr is pissed. It's vaguely understandable; after wanting to see a closure on the comic that had everything nice and lovely, they got nearly 200k words that showed that it wasn't. Dirk is being a dick on the meat side, Jane is effectively a fascist dictator on the candy side, things are not looking good! What's going on, it's terrible, this isn't Homestuck! ARGH

But let's step back and take a look at things beforehand. The actual comic itself, when it was just kids and fun. What do we see there?

Well, we see many trolls dying in Act 5 Act 2 (in incredibly gruesome ways); Act 6 Act 6 Act 3 is when everything absolutely goes to shit for basically everyone involved; Act 7 ends pretty ambiguously for Vriska and Aradia; and the credits "post-canon content" ends with John smashing his phone screen because Caliborn is being quite the little shit, along with some other things that show he's really not doing particularly well. All in all, while the comic may indeed be just that - comic, comedic, funny - on the surface, if we look any deeper we can see just how dark this could get. It's a defining piece of online literature that has now spanned a smidge over 10 years, and there are incredibly complex scenes in it, screwing around with the very ideas of narration and canon.

The Homestuck Epilogue is very similar. There are funny moments, there are dark moments. The very core of the epilogue revolves around whether John decides to use his retcon powers, once again screwing around with canon. In the Meat half, the very idea of a narrator outside of the fiction's influence is completely and utterly decimated, as we see Dirk, then Calliope, then Dirk, then Calliope take control of the narrative.

This is not unprecedented in Homestuck, nor is it even unexpected. Andrew Hussie messes with this all the time, both in Homestuck and even in Problem Sleuth (though not to the same extent at all). The fact that canon is messed around with is not something that it really makes much sense to complain about, given the provenance of what we're dealing with here. Fortunately, this isn't really something that I've seen many complaints about.

Let's address some of the things I have seen complaints about! For example: Gamzee. In the Candy half, Gamzee's entire deal is his "redemption arc": he gets out of the fridge, and goes on and on about how he's had a lot of time to think and realise he needs redemption. A lot of people go along with this (with the notable exception of John), to the point where it's made quite a cornerstone of the New Crocker Empire (as I have just decided it is now called). This is seen by a lot of people as something ridiculous, and not something that makes any sense given what we're dealing with.

And you're right! It's not! It makes absolutely no sense within his character. This is precisely the point: we, along with John, can see right through just how absolutely fucking ridiculous this is. This is not something we're supposed to take seriously, but many people in the epilogue do. Why are they doing this?

One word: Candy.

This takes place in the Candy half of the story. It never occurs at all in the Meat half; John never once lets him out of the fridge. He barely even thinks about it, and Gamzee is never mentioned again. Candy is a symbol of Trickster: of ridiculousness, of seemingly endless optimism to the point that it could actually be considered dangerous, of characters not thinking straight about their own actions. There are at least three instances I can think of where characters just assume they're going to be ridiculously happy, without actually doing any thinking: when Rose and Kanaya adopt a kid, when Jane and Jake get hitched, and when Roxy and John get hitched. None of them are in any right mind when those decisions are made; they just go "YES OKAY LET'S DO THIS SHIT" without thinking about it.

Now go back to the Trickster arc in the actual comic. While the ridiculous nature of those decisions are certainly nowhere near as exaggerated in the epilogue, it's very much still there. This is the nature of candy in Homestuck: it provides an absurd backdrop on which everything is just supposed to be fine. Gamzee can have a redemption arc, of course! Roxy and John getting married? Absolutely!

It doesn't make sense, and it's not supposed to: those decisions are not made by rational minds, which is clear with our decision of Candy.

Now let's go to the Meat half, see what complaints we have there. Remarkably, I've seen nothing about Roxy and Calliope's pronouns or anything, which is a very nice change of pace for Tumblr. What I have seen occasionally is people complaining that Dirk just isn't acting right. Like he's being a complete and total arse, and #notmydirk etc.

Ask yourself: when has Dirk ever actually been a considerate and caring person? It's happened, sure, but very rarely. It's set up pretty strongly within canon that Dirk is honestly kind of an unemotional piece of shit, who finds it pretty easy to just let go of things as if they weren't anything at all. Apologies to Dirk fans, but that's his character.

So now we see him in control of the narrative, manipulating the flow of the story for his own benefit, seemingly with no thought to what certain characters might actually want as opposed to what he wants. Once control of the narrative is given to Calliope after Dirk takes off with Rose, Kanaya gets absolutely incensed, demanding to know where the hell Rose has gone and what the fuck Dirk did to her. We see in the Candy half that according to Calliope, "the prince of heart has to be stopped.", which is a preeetty direct sign that bad stuff is happening. Dirk himself even admits that he is the villain in this scenario. Once again, after seeing how cold Dirk is in the comic, it's pretty clear that this isn't out of character.

We don't really understand his plan, nor what he needs a Rosebot for, but it's clear he does have some machinations, and they ain't pretty.

Also, it seems like some people are complaining that John isn't a person who should really be depressed. Have you seen the comic? John gets to play a universe creating game on his birthday, and the very first day ends with his dad dead, not being able to talk with some of his friends for a full three years, and a ridiculous amount of bloodshed that no 13 year old should ever have to experience. Later on, he once again ends up having to attempt to save the universe on his 16th birthday, and as time goes on in post-canon content, he gets more and more secluded. He doesn't really want to make a big deal out of his birthday any more, he doesn't go to really see anyone, etc. John is depressed, and quite possibly suffering from some serious trauma.

Whichever path you take (and you should take both to get the full experience), the epilogue ends without much closure. On the Meat path, we have a bunch of characters attempting to get to Dirk before he can do... whatever he's planning on doing; on the Candy path, we have an incredibly oppressive empire preparing for a new world war. It doesn't look pretty, no matter which way you spin it. It's an ending which can leave you pretty unsatisfied. And... that's okay.

It's okay to be unsatisfied with an ending. There is absolutely no way Hussie and co. would be able to create any sort of epilogue which made everyone satisfied: if it was too happy people would complain about unrealism, and if it was too depressing people would still complain about unrealism but for very different reasons. This ending is less of an ending and more of a fade-out, like a song does when the artist couldn't think of a decent way to end it. It's unsatisfying, and it can leave you wanting either more, or proper closure.

I'll be the first to admit that I'm pretty unsatisfied with how the epilogue ends. I don't know if there are plans to put up more to create a proper closure, but I doubt this is the case. I think this is the only legitimate complaint about the epilogue I've seen, but even then people are taking it waaay too far, claiming that it ruins basically everything. Let's stop being so over-dramatic, guys.

Also, to some people complaining that Hussie doesn't care any more: if he didn't care, would he write an epilogue nearly two hundred thousand words long, making it almost exactly as long as Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? True, he had help in writing it, but I'd honestly be amazed if he did it himself. It's pretty clear that although he wasn't the sole author, he had more input on how it would go than anyone else involved in writing the epilogue. That's not something you really do if you don't care any more about your magnum opus.

In conclusion: Homestuck is an incredibly complex piece of fiction that demands a lot more than a cursory glance, and the same can be said of the epilogue. If you don't want to accept that it's canon, that's fine! It would seem that the authors won't mind too much either: on the list of MSPA stories on homestuck.com, the epilogues are described as "Tales of dubious authenticity". It's not a crime to not accept something as canon, and it's not a crime to dislike a piece of fiction. In this case, it just seems like a lot of the complaints come from little evidence or are mostly knee-jerk responses.

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ilcaeryx · 5 years

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Tenacity: Chapter 5 - Derive [Midoriya Izuku/Reader]

SUMMARY: Past and future, Izuku has always been surrounded by good people.

TAGS: Reader-insert Collection, Fluff, Meeting the Parents, Weddings

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Chapter 5: Derive

Midoriya Inko should be used to frequent surprises by now; her son was somehow the focal point for the eye of the storm, a cyclone with a build-up of over a decade and the efforts and tears of dozens, if not hundreds, of humans. You weren't an eye-witness to it, though you could perceive the nurture and devotion his friends and family had permeated his soul with. Frankly, it sometimes felt you had accidentally sweeped into his life only to reap the benefits of a healthy, stable Izuku without contributing to his well-being. Inside your heart, you could only wish you'd offer a quarter of support everyone else had.

You didn't dare antipating or assuming you would - the competition for most time and energy invested in Midoriya Izuku was insane, with the odds stacked heavily against you. That line-up was frankly intimidating.

Imagine devoting yourself to someone like that, you mused and swiped the photo of a younger Izuku and Mrs Midoriya with a nail, trailing an invisible bond between them. It was obvious that Izuku had been a momma's boy back then, standing closer to his mother in the picture than most teenage boys would've wanted while smiling brightly. Adorable. This photo must have been taken during high school, judging by uniform.

You compared young Izuku with adult Izuku, holding the frame an arms-width away towards the real deal. Said real deal was sitting on his mother's couch, legs apart and his elbows propped up on them. He was ruminating, as he often did, with his hands covering his mouth. Much like his older counterpart, young Izuku seemed somewhat burdened with something. There was this slight slouch in his shoulders, a hesitant inclination of centimeters that made you go 'hmmm'. Following the contour of his shoulders, down his arms you saw that his clasped hands already had the web-like net of scars back then.

Today, those scars had faded but it alarmed you how out of place they seemed in this pretty family picture. Izuku always told you that his body was a monument to his tenacity whenever your touch lingered too long over his scars. However, you could easily tell that those weren't his words. No, those words were hand-me-downs from someone else.

With care, you put down the frame next to the growing collection and joined your boyfriend on the couch.

You couldn't help but compare again. His digits and arms were marred, even if it wasn't as bad as in the photo. He didn't seem to mind, as he wore a short sleeved shirt today, and his hands were preoccupied switching between preening his hair and nervously rubbing together.

"Izuku, you're looking distraught," you said and took one of his hands in your own, a film of sweat coating his palms. You squeezed slightly, bringing him out of his thoughts. "I can leave if you want to. You don't have to introduce me to your mom right now. We haven't been together for that long, anyway…"

"What? No!" He visibly shrunk away and shook his head furiously. "I'm just nervous, is all! It's just that she won't be expecting you here. I didn't tell her about you- I mean I did tell her about you but not that you'd stay for dinner. She'll be home any minute now and she'll see you sitting here…"

The sound of someone scribbing with the lock echoed through the apartment, both of you scrambling towards each other. You weren't easy to emotionally influence, but Izuku's shaky nerves were starting to infect you.

"It's do or die now," you stated, clenching your teeth into a beaming smile, determined to make this as least awkward as possible.

"Mom! We're in the living room!" Izuku turned towards you and gave your knuckles a brief kiss. "I wouldn't have brought you here unless I could handle it. I love you and my mom will, too."

Whatever the reason may be, you knew he'd have your back.

He stood up and pulled you up, gingerly. The two of you lingered in each others' warmth, hands to hands and chest to chest. You braced yourself figuratively as Izuku braced his arm around your back, resting his hand on your elbow.

Inko Midoriya took off her ballet pumps and ordered all the pairs by the entrance into a neat file. Her simple ones, her son's boots (that were almost falling apart, goodness!) and a pair clearly targeted towards younger women. Those weren't her's.

Her son told her that they were in the living room.

We're in the living room?

A few months had passed since Izuku had brought home a friend and although it made her preen her skirt and tunic with great intensity it made her happy. Inko remembered that last time had been last winter, when the sweet girl that is Ochako had joined them for dinner. They had had a wonderful time and Inko had been delighted that Izuku had stayed friends with her, even long after they had graduated from UA. Inko couldn't prevent him from diving head-strong into danger, but a few good friends by his side would make him think twice.

"We are?" Inko quoted and stepped out of the dark hallway into her living room, where her son and a young woman she did not recognize were waiting. For a second, she was taken aback: her son's gentle disposition was evident whenever he interacted with anyone and anything, yet the way he very deliberately held her against his chest made her almost cover her mouth in surprise, before restraining herself. If she managed to make Izuku's girlfriend (?) break into hives because Inko couldn't control her reactions she would feel downright terrible about it!

It was fortunate both of them were tall though, because she couldn't cry when she was looking up.

The young woman introduced herself politely and bowed very curtly, her hair falling around her in neat strands. Beside her, Izuku rested his hand on the back of her spine.

"Mom," Izuku refocused her attention from his hand to his face, "Y/N is the girl I told you about a few days ago. Actually," his eyed shifted, "she's my girlfriend."

I see…

"I'm Midoriya Inko," she said, her bow unusually fluid and lithe. "Very pleased to meet you, Y/N."

Years later, the memories of Izuku introducing you to his mother still made you laugh hard. Such fuss and worry over something that naturally developed into an unusually strong bond between a mother and her daughter-in-law. Indeed, after your own parents passed, Inko didn't hesitate to nourish you under her wing until you had accepted reality for what it was. While the realization wasn't easier per se, her unyielding support and Izuku's patience called you back from the deep abyss into the light again.

Really, it was silly to think that you and Inko wouldn't have ended up close, much less gotten along.

"I'm surprised you didn't end up crying," you said, popping a praline into your mouth. You had eaten about two hours ago, yet you still felt starved so you had to eat whatever left over chocolate you could find in your suite. As such, you didn't stop at one praline.

"I wasn't about to mortify you," Inko said, straightening creases out of the train, allowing it to gently cascade down onto the floor. "Although I was close to. I remember thinking that you would never return if that was the first impression you got of me."

"A few tears wouldn't have kept me away from Izuku. I would probably have been more self-conscious and confused, had you cried. It would've be very strange for you to act rude when Izuku had been praising you ever since I got to know him."

Inko stood up and put her hands together, a surprised expression on her face.

"He has?"

"He still brings it up quite often, but don't tell him I said that." Your legs were itching beneath the thick layers of the wedding dress. There was some relief from grazing the fabric against your skin, but you hoped that it would pass soon. The time had almost come for you to leave. It couldn't come fast enough, though you also felt like it couldn't go slow enough for you to feel ready. "I think you've done so much for him, Inko, that he'll never forget it. Izuku's just that type of person."

You nodded at your own conclusion, satisfied.

"Izuku's a genuinely good person," Inko said, looking up to the mirror at your reflection. "He's surrounded with so many people that love him, it would be hard for him to go astray. As a mother, this is the best gift I could receive. I know that whatever happens, he'll do the right thing. It may sound presumptious, but I think that him marrying you is the right thing to do, too."

Woah. That last comment made you raise your eyebrows. Not too much though, lest you wanted to disrupt your hair or make-up.

"You really think so?" you asked, warm all over.

Mama Midoriya smiled and hummed. "I do. I thought Izuku couldn't possibly be happier, having met his heroes and entered his dream career, and then you came along. You're sharp and rigorous and I think he learns a terrible lot from you. He's always had people who've prompted him to excel but not everyone can keep up with him. I think you're doing a great job at that. That said, I think we should head down. We shouldn't leave them waiting!"

Mother and wife-to-be, past and future, gave Midoriya Izuku another reason to fight.

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Orochimaru x yandere!reader - Pt 2

After a long time, here is the second part of this story of mine! I know some of you have been waiting quite long, I hope you like it <3

Your heavy breathing resounded from everywhere in the room, echoing back at your form as if it would gain volume with every new non-visible collision. The awful throb in your head woke you up from the small, thoughtless moment which felt like you had slipped into a parallel universe.

Nothing was the same. As soon as you had entered this room, the chaos had begun and gorged on every stable fibre in your life, into every crack and rim and tore it up until it had left the world you lived in so very, very different. As the dust settled, you were able to spot half of the aftermath.

Your right arm was streaming with blood. As for the other one, there was only an empty, torn sleeve filled with a nagging pain and intangible memories. It was hard taking in the other parts of the battlefield. But one thing was clear, you had carried out your Sensei´s orders as instructed. Standing in front of the result now made you think about the village, your home. How would it deal with the destruction? Why did Orochimaru want the old man dead?

Right now it was hard thinking about these things as your body and mind were so tired. The only thing that gave you strength was the image of your Sensei replaying in front of your inner eye like a broken picture show. The silkiness of his hair when it had glided through your fingers, his piercing gaze trained on you that was able to set you on fire, his lips… Ever since the shared kiss, it had been impossible to ban him from your mind. Even now, the poisonous-sick trip kept you going.

Returning like home like a rueful sinner, you found the lab empty. Sprawled out documents, torn up and defaced adorned the floor together with the glass splinters of the huge beakers and vessels that used to sit on top of the wooden shelves and counters. Mentally you tried fixing what had been broken, assembling every little crack and splinter in your mind until the warm, familiar feeling of your Sensei´s manipulations surrounded you. Orochimaru had lived here, worked here and made this place special. His heavy, dark influence lived in everywhere, tainted the things and kept the special ones barely alive.

Once you blinked, the spell was broken and reality seeped back into your senses, coating your vision with the final outcome. The overall condition meant that either, Orochimaru fled before someone could find him here and therefore destroyed the traces, or there had been a fight here. The thought of someone hurting Orochimaru made you blind with rage. The fact that you stood here barefoot between broken glass splinters, completely alone and with no were to go now that you had killed the Hokage, was pushing down on your chest so violently that you felt tears stinging in your eyes.

No, he hadn´t abandoned you. He´d had to flee.

Turning around, you found some patch of clothing on the floor. Once you´d turned it around in your hand, you spotted a clan sign. Uchiha. Rage took over your senses again, and you started getting the hell out of this town.

It had taken some time to make out Orochimaru´s new lair. You had stopped counting the nights as you realized that it left you feel desperate. Now, after having finally found an opening spot, you strayed through the endless underground hallways, after finally finding the right entrance. And there he was. Only the sight of the midnight-black, silky hair and pale skin let your throat run dry while you felt the need to clutch your painfully tightened chest. Suddenly you couldn´t bring up the courage to disturb him in whatever he was indulged in, doomed to stand in the doorway and wait for him to notice you, once again.

Orochimaru noticed a presence, turned around and gazed at the mutilated, scraggy girl that had once been his student. Her condition reminded him of those of his prisoners, yet she stood here upright by sheer will. She was a marionette for him to lead, a lifeless doll for his control and pleasure. He knew the girl had a talent from the very first moment he had seen her, even if it was a very powerful and self-destructive one. She was a weapon.

“I see you´re finally here, my dear. You must be tired. Come and have some rest.”

He guided her to a free room, and beckoned her to use it as her own. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was sound asleep. Seeing his student after so much time, Orochimaru couldn´t help but wonder. He´d thought she wouldn´t make it back here. It looked like he had severely underestimated her abilities, yet as he smirked down upon her sleeping form, he could see nothing more than a young, twisted woman. Yet something had changed about her. Not in the way in which she carried out his orders or used every last bit of her strength to serve him, no. But she seemed so tired out, drawing on the last bits of energy.

Orochimaru went back into his lab, a pleasant smirk on his lips. How long would it take until his little doll broke? He´d give her a task she´d have a tough time with.

The next day she was up and ready. The exhaustion still held a devastating effect over her body, yet the young woman patiently waited for her master in the training room. What was this young boy doing here, walking around like a monarch in another one´s kingdom? Why wanted him Orochimaru here and what did the boy possibly possess that she didn´t? The black haired stranger treated her like a nuisance and the rudeness of young age collided with her own jealousy in a nasty crash. Orochimaru wouldn´t treat her the same, would he?

No, of course not. Right when she came up to him, only missing the wagging tail and friendly ears to fully embody a loyal dog, the snake guided her to his quarters with a faked smile. He knew she was a wind-up toy, needed a small burst to come back to life and obey. If it needed gold, treasures, power, Orochimaru could provide her with all of it yet he knew she needed something else to function.

“You did so well, my dear.” As soon as he cradled her cheek, the young woman wrapped her arm around his waist, craving to get closer and staring up at the poisonous man with such adoration that he could make out his own reflection in her eyes. Like a viper he dashed down to catch her lips in a brutal kiss, dragging out her bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled back, mad and sardonic. “It´s a pleasure to have you here with me”

The doll was not entirely broken. It was wound up now, with limited time and abilities, yet as long as it could obey it wouldn´t be discarded on the streets. “What else can I do for you, Sensei?” How eager, still wanting to please even with the blood smearing the side of her mouth.

“My dear, I couldn´t possibly burden you with another task. No, rest while I take care of it.” Orochimaru took great pleasure on how her eyes sparked with desperation at his every word, so very eager indeed. “Let me take care of it, Sensei. I promise I won´t disappoint you! I… I wanna make you proud.”

The simplicity of it all wanted to make the snake laugh, was one simple kiss really enough to make her run into her own death? Very well, then. “There´s one thing I have longed for for a very long time…” His finger traced the outside of the face that had once been bruised. “It´s the eyes I´m after. Bring me the Uchiha boy.”

The name sparked something within your mind. It was the patch you´d found back at the lair. The Uchiha wasn´t just a carrier of the valuable Sharingan, he was a direct threat towards Orochimaru. Already bling with rage, you dashed out of your quarters, leaving the smirking Sensei behind.

Orochimaru thought he had solved two problems at once. Itachi would kill her without doubt, yet dealing with her wouldn´t be easy for him and be a payback for his lost hand. Oh, how wrong the snake was for once, underestimating the power of a woman in love.

No one followed as you rushed into the training room. There he was, the little shit, taking a break as he relaxed on the ground. It was the perfect opportunity. Maybe Orochimaru had planned all of this. Surely, he had brought the boy here to have you take care of him. Yes, that was why he was here. Without a doubt you were still the number one in your Sensei´s heart. Smirking to yourself, you formed the hand seals to release your inner strength. A jolt much alike an earthquake went through the ground, shaking the training room to its core. Sasuke jumped, wild eyes locking with yours as he tried processing what was already too late.

Your strength was as relentless as it was destructive, caging the boy to the wall while the recoil felt like someone was strangling your throat. Just when you lifted your hand and concentrated on the helpless, struggling boy, suddenly there was an impact in your chest. It felt like everything happened in slow-motion. Your strength, your power, your will everything seemed to melt away as your knees gave out under your form. Looking down, there was a Kunai sliced through your chest, held with such precision and finesse, that there was no doubt.

“…Sensei?” The word was pulled out of your throat one syllable by one and in a huge struggle you tilted your head to look at the person next to you.

“You foolish girl! I asked for Itachi, not the boy!” The malice, the hatred in his voice were enough to make the tears flow like a river. You hadn´t carried out his orders correctly. You deserved punishement. You had let him down.

“Sensei… I´m… so sorry”

Orochimaru´s eyes, narrowed in pure anger, took in her destroyed form. She would die at his hand, from his action. Did he fail as a Sensei? The snake´s gaze softened all of a sudden. He´d killed both his own master and student.

“Please forgive me.” Her words were drowned out, just a small plop in the ocean of how life as she drifted to the faraway place. And yet, they tainted the man´s mind in just the slightest way. But her life had been short, she´d served her purpose. She´d leave like all the ones before.

Sasuke slowly got to his feet.

“Go back to training.”

Her lifeless body adorned the ground, dead eyes held open to look right at him.

The snake left, not able to deny that he wasn´t able to shake a strange feeling of his mind.

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Suspiria-singly good

Dario Argento's name has been familiar to me since taking Film Studies at KCL in the early 2000s. However, as a bona fide scaredy cat, I'd never seen anything he'd made until this weekend. The hype around Luca Guadagnino's remake of Suspiria got to me, and knowing I wanted to see the new version, and being a film snob, I couldn't see it without having the original as a reference point.

It's only fair, surely, if someone takes the time to remake a film, to see what they are trying to beat. So at the weekend, Matt and I sat down to the 1977 psychedelic horror classic so we could see the new one with the smug assurance that we could be judgemental from a position of armchair expertise.

The original isn't long, but it's intense. The colour palette, the swinging camera angles, the rapid rack-focus shots so popular in the Seventies and in horror and of course, Goblin's brutalising soundtrack. The whole thing is very convincing in making you feel off kilter and spooked. Normal isn't on the menu.

I'm not going to give too much away, but don't read on if you want to watch either film with uneducated eyes!

There's lot to like in the 1977 version. It's aged well in my opinion, despite sometimes being eye-roll inducing in its treatment of female agency. Objectively, Suzy is a meek and innocent character, and in the 1970s film that is justified as her being 'a good girl' rather than needing any extra narrative padding. In the 2018 remake, Suzy is from a Menonite family in Ohio - innocent isn't enough, she's got to be "clean" of the modern world for us to believe in her (as the film explicitly states).

Setting

Both films are set in the 1970s - and this is a really interesting counterpoint between the films. What was contemporary for Argento is historical for Guadagnino. He does a great job. West Berlin homes and streets are filled with little details that convince us. Fashions are both recognisable and subtle enough to feel like real people would be wearing those clothes (unlike his 2016 film A Bigger Splash, after which I spent many months hankering after Tilda's character's iconic tie back shirt dress. Dior, catwalk collection, unpurchase-able for mere mortals).

Other reviewers have criticised the setting of the new film as heavy-handed and superfluous. I disagree... the backdrop of the Baader-Meinhof standoff and the Cold War give us a sense of foreboding and being watched that I think is useful in the narrative. In fact, I'd suggest that for an Italian film-maker, contemporary Frankfurt feels totally random in the original. Argento clearly isn't concerned with the wider world in his story - I almost feel Frankfurt was chosen because it allowed for outlandish architecture.

Soundtrack

Goblin's original soundrack does 75% of the aural work of making us feel unnerved. The teachers at the Dance School are rude, dominating and conspiratorial, but without that incisive synth theme and the whispered insinuations, you could be left confused rather than unsettled.

Thom Yorke's first foray into film soundtracking isn't anyway near as central to the mood of the new movie. In fact, at points, you find yourself thinking of him instead of allowing the soundtrack to embellish the action on screen. As much as I admire Thom, this is a failure. I shouldn't hear the soundtrack so much as feel it. Anytime I heard Thom's voice I was snapped back out of my suspension of disbelief.

Story

THe new film adapts the original screenplay - and does a great job of making new points without departing from the original storyline. 40 years makes for not that much change for some of the subtler points of Argento's narrative. Silenced women dominate the new plot, with revenge playing a strong role. Suffice to say that you would not want to cause any of these women to chalk one up against you.

In contrast to the original, there's no 'big reveal' that these women are witches. Within 5 minutes of meeting them, we witness telepathic connection, sinister movement in space and conspiratorial glances. Then the hastily departing Olga shouts "Witches!" back into the rehearsal room. No girlish whispers here - these women are in leauge with darkness.

In 1977, manipulation was the chief player - older women twisting pliable young minds just like dance contorted their bodies. The girls were students - learning the art of the older women, who were masterful in dance and control. From the first interactions between Suzy and Miss Tanner, you were made very aware of the power imbalance. Suzy was expected to be compliant and silent. In fact, that is assured by their actions. The girls aren't generally friendly to each other, and Suzy's friendship with Sarah feels more like desperation than connection.

Guadagnino's film is very different on that count - Sara is fiercely defensive of the company - now a professional troupe not a school, and her friendship with Suzy seems equal and freely given. Despite TIlda Swinton's visual intensity, she is kind to her troupe. The other teachers may laugh under their breath, but they are supportive and fun. But make no mistake, the Company is still exacting. Ballet, eh?

Dance actually plays a role on screen in 2018 too - rehearsal spaces, audition rooms, performances and costumes play a central role in the plot. In the 1977 film, they are incidental spaces through which we pass rather than action taking place in them. The characters are dancers by chance, not design. For Guadagnino, this fact is crucial.

A dance film?

So, is Suspiria 2018 a dance film? I think it is. I saw homages to The Red Shoes, Black Swan and the plots of classical ballets. The role of dance is central to the story, it drives the action and has a direct influence on both characters and outcomes. Without dance, the story wouldn't make sense. I don't think that was true of the 1977 film.

Tilda's Madame Blanc makes Suzy practice jumps, with great cinematographic emphasis on her feet. I was reminded of the infamous scene in Black Swan when Nina practices pirouettes in her room until her toenails shatter. The intensity of dance is front and centre. You are on a knife edge as a dancer - any injury could be end of your career, any correction could tip you over the edge mentally. As Madame Blanc says "you have to enpty yourself out, make a space inside for me". Literally, in this case; metaphorically for the dance artist embodying a choreographer's intention.

There are other scenes (that I won't go into detail about, to save spoilers) that make up the majority of the early horror scenes of the film that also allude to the physical manipulation that goes with being a dancer. In fact, despite the lack of adherence to realism from Guadagnino's horror scenes, these were still disturbing enough to have me squirming. And if you've ever seen a German post-modern dance company perform, tell me it hasn't crossed your mind that the maniacal shape-throwing doesn't risk these kinds of injuries?

You're left feeling stretched thin by the tension.

Which witch?

I loved both films - the vintage reel is all psychedelic prog rock and high drama, whilst the modern cut is taut, weird and vengeful.

Both have flaws for sure - it's hard to judge a film made forty years ago, but it has moments of humour that I don't think were intentional. There's a little too much heroineism and not enough grey areas for a mdoern audience, and characterisation is thin, but for a 40 year old budget horror flick, I can forgive these.

This year's version also has moments of humour, but they are almost fourth wall breaking. There's also the fact that in a film with three male actors with speaking roles, one of those is, in fact, played by a woman. I'll leave you to find out the details of that particular in-joke. Oh, and there's a great moment involving poking a policeman's exposed knob. I may be a film snob, but no one is too haughty to laugh at a knob joke.

The new film is, in places, clunky - there's much around the edges of the main plot that foxed me, and not because I missed anything. Most of the dancers never have a line of speech. And, more intrinsically to the overall impression the film leaves, the finale is... questionable. It's more the execution than the storyline, but I found myself looking at the set rather than concentrating on the action.

Go see it. It's a female-led film, about women's collective and individual power, with a strong message about revenge and memory. We need more of those in the world, even if they aren't perfect.

#suspiria #psychedelic horror #film review #film snob #dario argento #luca guadagnino

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rainblog · 7 years

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What’s the hurry, Donald?

Everyone has their favorite theory about why Donald Trump abruptly decided to fire FBI Director James Comey, doing it with so little warning that Comey himself learned of it from television while he was in the middle of delivering a speech.

Front and center, of course, is the theory that it's to do with the FBI's investigation into Russian involvement in the 2016 election. Trump will now, it is assumed, appoint some friendly partisan as director to ensure that the investigation goes nowhere. At worst, the investigation will sanction a few pawns -- the luckless Michael Flynn would be a good choice -- while firmly exonerating Trump.

Certainly, this is an issue of importance to Trump. The letter of dismissal to Comey even includes a bizarre paragraph in which Trump thanks Comey for telling him "three times" that he is "not under investigation". Trump would have known that the letter would be reprinted verbatim in all the newspapers, so the inclusion of this irrelevant information is presumably intended to establish 'Trump not under investigation' as a 'fact' in the minds of his supporters. I suspect that whatever Comey actually told Trump was very much more nuanced than that, and may well have included the words 'at this time'.

Trump and others of his inner circle would certainly like to see any investigation into the Trump campaign's Russian ties suppressed or diverted. And it has to be said that there's an awful lot of smoke there. Even if any eventual FBI report stops short of proving that Trump is absolutely compromised -- as many liberals assume -- it's unlikely to make easy reading for Trump or his inner circle. But leave Russia aside for the moment. What else has happened recently that might have prompted Donald Trump to fire James Comey in such a tearing hurry?

There was Comey's testimony to the senate subcommittee. The testimony was supposed to be about Russian interference, but the Republican members of the committee did their best to turn it into an extended exercise in shooting the messenger before joining together for another rousing chorus of their perennial favorite number, "But her emails!"

As we know, during the last days before the election Comey suddenly dropped the bombshell that the FBI was investigating new evidence related to mishandling of classified information, this time involving emails apparently forwarded by Clinton aide Huma Abedin to a laptop owned by her then-husband, compulsive sexter Anthony Weiner. The information that the FBI had re-opened the investigation gave new life to the email scandal, which had begun by then to fizzle somewhat (except in the hearts of true believers, of course).

Comey's rather oddly-timed -- and unusual -- November disclosure certainly hurt Hillary Clinton. It's hard to say whether it had a bigger impact on the outcome of the election than Republican voter suppression, or abstention by angry Bernie supporters, or any one of a number of other factors. But Comey's revelations undoubtedly had an effect.

Those revelations served Trump well. Comey's actual letter to Congress was vague, but as details began to emerge, voters were left with the impression that some vast volume of classified material had been shared. The FBI was said to be reviewing some "650,000 emails", a figure that Donald Trump was quick to seize on.

In his testimony to the Senate subcommittee in May, Comey walked things back slightly, but he still claimed that "hundreds and thousands" (which partisans then re-rendered as "hundreds of thousands") of emails had been sent, and that Abedin had made a "regular practice" of forwarding emails to her husband to print. Again, this fits well with the narrative that the Clinton team were not just sloppy but arrogantly so in their handling of classified information. The Trump administration had little reason to be seriously dissatisfied with what Comey told the Senate.

But now we get to what I think is the crux of the matter. Shortly after Comey's testimony, the FBI assistant director for Congressional affairs, Gregory Brower, wrote to say that Comey's testimony had been incorrect, that rather than forwarding "hundreds and thousands", Abedin had sent just two that contained classified information (another ten had apparently been transferred during automatic backups of her Blackberry). Other sources 'familiar with the investigation' (code for insiders speaking off the record) reported that none of the emails were classified at the time.

So with regard to Abedin and the emails, there's almost no 'there' there. As a smoking gun demonstrating the Clinton team's criminal disregard for security, this one's a damp squib. You could make a case that it's part of a general pattern of sloppiness that could have led to serious breaches, but it would be hard to call it actual 'wrongdoing'. But that's by the way.

Let's get back to Comey. He's made a desperate muddle of things all along. There's definitely a case to be made that his flailing is grounds for questioning his fitness to be FBI director. But that apparently never bothered the Trump administration before. Generally speaking, Comey's disclosures always served their narrative. Trump had even praised Comey's handling of the investigation into Clinton's emails. So what changed?

What changed is that Comey's own people spoke out against him publicly. Brower's message contradicted what Comey had told the senate. And the message that the Trump administration got was that Comey had lost control. As FBI director, he was no longer able to stop anti-Trump elements within the FBI from saying what they know, both officially and -- potentially -- through unofficial channels.

And that is why Comey had to go. So long as he was keeping a lid on things, he could stay. But once it became clear that he couldn't do that, the administration had to act fast. Now they want a new FBI director, someone loyal to them, who can silence the dissidents in the Bureau. The first job of the incoming director is going to be to clean house. Any FBI employee suspected of not being pro-Trump is going to be moved as far as possible from any investigation that touches on the Trump administration's special interests. That includes not just the Russia investigation(s) but also any potential future investigation into, in particular, traffic of influence. If Donald Trump intends to use the office of President to enrich himself and his family -- and we've seen some early signs of this -- the last thing he wants is the FBI looking over his shoulder.

If Trump wanted to fire Comey because he wasn't competent to do his job as FBI director, the evidence has been on the table since day one. If Trump wanted to fire him in order to kneecap the Russia investigations, he could do it any time. But -- assuming that the Feds aren't about to produce a smoking gun with Vladimir Putin's fingerprints on the butt -- the unseemly haste with which they moved to get rid of Comey suggests that other factors are in play.

Comey is known to be loyal to the agency and to his employees. If those employees are starting to talk out of turn, then the last thing that the Trump administration needs is a Director who is going to protect them. They want to stop the bleeding right now, putting in a director who can silence or exile any hostile voices in the bureau. So Comey had to go. Yesterday afternoon, only hours after Brower's letter was released, he went.

#james comey #donald trump #politics #us #russia

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laceymorganwrites · 6 years

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Family Feud

Word count: 4,234

A/N: This is my first Katakuri fic, I might´ve written him a bit ooc.

Warnings: a few swear words, mentioned verbal abuse

Pairing: Katakuri x Reader

“The sea makes me sick! I can´t possibly be a good wife like that!” your sister whined, to which you just glared at her and rolled your eyes. She was younger than you and didn´t understand anything yet. Your family was traveling to Tottoland, Big Mom´s territory to wed your sister to her son. She didn´t want to, but she had no choice. Ever since she was born it was clear that she would be used in such a political marriage, being a princess. In actuality you were the true heir to the throne of your father´s empire Mariejoa, but he committed treason in marrying your sister´s mother, another princess living in Mariejoa. Your mother died giving birth. She was the true queen of Mariejoa, but then your father decided to marry another woman. They fled the country, but you stayed, becoming the commander of the royal army. Your family ruined your life. With them fleeing the country, your royal title got withdrawn. All you could do to stay in the country was joining the army and working your way up until you got the highest rank. You could have had it all, you could have gotten married to him as well, you swore you would never forgive them for their actions. One day you were on duty when your father called you. He told you your sister would get married to Big Mom´s son and now you needed to pretend as if you still were the royal family of Mariejoa. You needed to pretend as if your younger sister, with a mother your father chose over yours, was the rightful heir to a throne she spat on. She never wanted this life, neither did her mother, and so after your mother died, they started a new family, leaving you behind as if you never existed. And now you were supposed to just play along and accept that your sister was getting all you ever wanted? As if that weren´t enough, the only reason you were even on board of your fleet ship, was to protect her. “Get the fuck over it” you coldly commented on her being seasick, while cradling your sword. You always wanted to visit Tottoland, it´s known that every race is tolerated there, something you could only dream of. Besides, the Big Mom pirates were a big deal, you were especially curious about the sweet commander Katakuri, the man with a 800,000,000 beli bounty. The future husband of your sister, you would like to steal. After all you heard some pretty gruesome stories about him, which made your heart jump and cheeks blush. Your sister was scared of him. Your father came up beside you and touched your shoulder. “I´m sorry” he deeply apologized “We will make up for our sins, that´s why we will regain power by this marriage. You will be a queen like your mother.” he revealed. You just chuckled, it was ridiculous. “I´m not the one getting married. Besides, if Big Mom finds out, we´re all dead anyway”. It was a hot summer day and your armor began feeling heavy, luckily your hair was done up in a braided ponytail. “She will not find out. As of her knowledge your sister is the princess of Mariejoa. If everything goes regarding to our plans, she will marry Katakuri and then the Big Mom pirates will conquer the holy land, this is where you will kill them all and regain the throne and power. We will live together like your mother wanted it”. You said nothing for a while, the idea seemed nice, still you couldn´t quite believe it. “After all these years...why didn´t you apologize sooner? Why didn´t we conquer the land together and made an alliance with the Big Mom pirates afterward? What the hell were you thinking? Who the fuck were you consulting?” you gripped the wooden rim, biting your lip. It really was a hot, infuriating day. “We wanted to be with you, I wanted to be with you, the sister I adored since I was a child. But mother wouldn´t let us, so father killed her and we tried to return to Mariejoa. But they wouldn´t let us in, so we thought of this plan. I don´t want to get married, but as long as they believe I´m the princess and we will regain Mariejoa! Do you really think Big Mom would let her son marry a commander of the royal army?” your sister clutched your arm, the pieces of your armor cutting her. But she didn´t even flinch. Something must´ve happened, you couldn´t believe them. “What´s your true intention? You left me alone, because you wanted to live a normal life. You took everything from me! Do you know what I had to endure? Why do you suddenly want to reunite with me? Why are you telling me all those lies about murder and marriage? And why the fuck to you hold on so tight to my arm? Do you want to rip a hole through your hand? I´ll have to clean that up before we get there!” you pushed your sister away harshly and yelled at your father. “Do you think you´re the only one who wants back the royal title? We can only achieve that goal with Big Mom´s influence and strength! The only problem with that alliance is that she wanted the princess to marry her son! Do you really think she would believe that you, the commander of the royal army with a mouth as foul as can be, would be the princess? Your sister is pretty and innocent, like a lady should behave like. She just plays the role of the princess better than you could ever be.” he responded. You smiled, you could work with honesty. And you could work your way out of this mess just perfectly.

“Oh, I get it, I get it, really, I do. But how do think you will make it out alive, betraying me and all?” you stretched your words, looking your father in the eyes, carefully caressing your sword while your sister cleaned her hand and your armor from her blood. “We weren´t betraying you. Father was blind of love and I couldn´t get rid of mother. I just wanted to be by your side. We made a mistake, we can´t get back now, so we have to figure it out together” she looked at you with big bambi eyes, she could never lie, not even now. “Looks like I have to clean up the mess you made. Do you coincidentally have another princess on board? Or should we just quickly kidnap one? Because apparently I´m not princessy enough”. You started walking away from the rim, your family´s looks following your every move, waiting for you to tell them what you should do now. After two minuted you stopped at the rim again. “Well, it looks like you screwed Big Mom over big time. She thinks her son will marry you and with that she believes she will get control over Mariejoa. The marriage part will be fairly easy. Send me back to Mariejoa and I will make the control thing happen. But wait, I just thought of something else...what if we told them the truth? You, sweet sister, will do what you do best. You will be innocent and cry, you will tell them that we got kicked out of Mariejoa. You will tell them how deeply sorry you are, you will tell them how you wasted their time and wanted revenge on the people who overthrew our country. And then we will start a rebellion and conquer the country once again. Yes! Yes, I like that idea! You got me excited, I´ll give you that. It´s decided, I will help you regain my throne. As long as you don´t lie to me again. If you betray me like that again, I will show no mercy. Just remember that.” you threw your head back and spun around with wide arms, laughing and smiling at your sister. “We´re there! I can see the coast!” your father declared. “Finally! Here comes my perfect sister to blow you away!” your sister cried out. She was laughing at you, sharing your joy, but you just said: “Do you have to yell that loud? It´s not what a princess does, it´s what I would do”. “Exactly!” she grinned up to you. You rolled your eyes.

As soon as your ship anchored upon the harbor, sweet commander Cracker came to show you the way to the dominating castle. “Milady, your majesty” he bowed down to your sister and father. “I see you also brought your guards” he frowned at you, who didn´t even think about bowing down in return. “I´m the commander of the royal army of Mariejoa, show some respect, bub” you hissed. “Besides, we´ve got some treasure and candy for your mother, do you really want the princess to carry it?” you added. Cracker opened his mouth to close it again, looking down. “No, but we could´ve brought our own men to aid” he reassured her. “Great, then please do so. Princess, congratulations on your marriage, I will go seek a bar now, if you need anything, send for me”. You bowed down to your sister and went away quickly. “Wait a minute. Mama wants to see you. She asked specifically for you”. You rolled your eyes, you just needed a drink. “Fine, lead the way, commander” you gave in. The way was quiet, you sneaked some looks at the island and shops and bars. It was true, the people here all came from different races and were all friendly with each other. You smiled. Beautiful. Then there were the looks you got, they feared you. In Mariejoa people looked down on you. As they made it to the castle the door opened from itself and they entered a giant hallway. “This is your room. We will meet tonight for dinner. Have a nice day.” Cracker showed your sister her room. Your father´s room was beside hers. You didn´t expect to get a room. “Mama wants to see you right now. You can bring the gifts you spoke of, she loves treasure chests” he let you know. You just nodded confused. What was the big deal? Did she find out so quickly?

Big Mom was located in a huge room, sitting in an equal huge throne. Oh, how you envied her. But what was even more interesting was that your sister´s promised was also attendant. He sat in the corner, calm and collected, watching the scene as if he already knew what was going to happen. You put down the treasure in front of the throne and got down on one knee, head down. “It is an honor to be called here by you. The princess can��t wait to proceed with the marriage, I ensure you our combined forces will take over the world” you pledged your honor and promised an oath. Big Mom grinned, Katakuri raised an eyebrow. You did not raise your head until you heard Big Mom speak. “(Y/N), the commander of the royal army of Mariejoa, a brave warrior. I´m a big fan. It seems like you have the holy land better under control than the king!” she laughed, you chuckled. “I don´t like being exposed” you laughed at her. “I always wanted to conquer Mariejoa, but there always was this problem with the marine, but I heard you got them under control” Big Mom crunched down to you, trying to intimidate you. “Well, you´ve got good sources, I would say. The marine is no longer a problem. I assure you” you smiled. “That´s good, indeed, that´s good. I have heard quite an interesting rumor, that the royal family is no longer royal. Is that true, princess?” Big Mom glared at you, tilting her head. You took a step back, the weight of your armor forcing itself onto your body and into your brain again. “Well, the rumor you heard is false, the royal family had to flee from Mariejoa because of the marine incident, but they still rule the country. And I´m not the princess, I´m the commander of the royal army.” you tried to defend yourself. “Do you think you can fool me? You look just like your mother.”. Big Mom laughed and then saw the treasure chests. “Oh, they are pretty. Did you get them for me? You shouldn´t lift such weights” she scolded at you. “I´m the kind of princess that can lift 400 pounds” you stated proudly. Big Mom laughed loudly. “Have you heard that?” she turned around to where Katakuri was sitting. He had his eyes closed and smiled underneath his scarf. Let me get to the point, I want you to marry my son, not your sister.” she told you directly. You should´ve seen it coming that Big Mom would find out about the political situation of Mariejoa, but you would´ve never dreamed to actually get to marry a sweet commander. “I don´t think my sister would be too pleased to hear that, after all getting here took a long time and she must be exhausted now.” you thought out loud. “I will send them back to Mariejoa to secure the politics there. I cannot make an alliance with a land which is not secure” Charlotte Linlin mentioned. “I get that.” you admitted, you suddenly felt really dizzy and looked around the room only to meet Katakuri´s eyes who directly stared at you. You quickly looked away, but not quick enough for him not to see the blush creeping on your cheeks. “Alright. I will marry your son” you proposed. Big Mom clapped her hands. “Who would´ve thought someone would voluntarily marry a monstrous bestiality like you! Especially someone as pretty as the princess of Mariejoa!” Linlin laughed. Katakuri stood up form where he was sitting and walked up to you. He was very tall, but so were you and for once in your life you were on eyesight with someone. “I like your sword” he simply said with a deep voice, before leaving the room. You smirked. “I will open your treasure on your wedding day. The guards already sent your family back. You can stay as long as you want to. We will plan the wedding now. You can get to know my son in the meantime, he may look like a beast, but maybe you like his personality.” There it was again, Big Mom warned you about her son again, as if he would kill you. “I don´t care how he looks. It´s quite nice to have someone as tall as me. I had to kneel when I had my first kiss.” you remembered. “You are truly brave to accept that marriage” Big Mom laughed. “Would you like to dine with us?” she asked you. “Yes, but I think I might need a shower first. I smell like shit” you laughed. “You are excused then, I will see you at dinner time” Linlin clapped her hands again. You bowed down one last time and left the room.”Do you already know where your room is?” sweet commander Smoothie asked you as you left, she was waiting in the corner for you. “No, I didn´t think I would get one” you answered. Smoothie smirked. “You´re marrying my brother, did you think we would let you sleep in the porch?” she joked. “That was a rather spontaneous decision” you admitted, smirking. Smoothie showed you the way to your room, it was next to hers and your future husband´s. “He´s not mad at it, I can assure you that.” Somehow that statement made you feel really proud. “Oh, I...that´s very nice...” you stumbled over your words. “So there´s your room, if you need anything, I´m in the room right next to you” Smoothie said. “Thanks, I just want to take a shower. I´m dining with you tonight and want to make a good impression” you were getting quite tired too. “Oh...I totally forgot that...your room doesn´t have a shower, I just bought some clothes for you. Well, I guess you just have to use mine” she reminisced. You walked with her into her room and took a long shower. You almost forgot time. The hot water woke up your numb legs and kissed your sore neck and shoulders. As you stepped out of the shower the bathroom was full of steam and mirrors were misty. You quickly dried your hair and put on the golden dress and heels Smoothie picked you out. Or at least you tried to. “Smoothie! Can you help me for a second? I´m too broad for this dress!” you whined. Smoothie rushed to your help and as the door opened you could see a snippet of Katakuri sitting in a chair, looking amused. “Breathe in” Smoothie commanded and you did as she forcefully pulled the zipper up, which pushed half your boobs out of the cleavage which was too big. “It´s too tight!” you whelped. “You look hot!” Smoothie told you. “Me or my boobs will rip this dress apart if I breathe out!” you cried. “And I can´t walk in those heels, and I look like a mess!” you continued. “Calm down, you look perfect!” Smoothie reassured you. Finally the two of you stepped out of the bathroom. You looked down, you just felt awkward and out of place. “What do you think, brother? Doesn´t she look perfect?” Smoothie asked Katakuri, who sat up straight in his chair. “Yes...I mean you look pretty...but you already did before...you are beautiful” he looked away, blushing. He always found the right words, he never embarrassed himself, he always could control himself, but you were different. There was something about you which made Katakuri feel exposed, helpless and...home.

At dinner you didn´t talk or eat much. The siblings talked to each other and Big Mom dreamed about the wedding cake. The only suspicious thing was that your fiancee wasn´t eating anything. As you were finished you went to your room. “Good night, (Y/N)” Katakuri told you, he always sounded so sincerely honest whenever he said something, even if it was something so simple and kind. The thought made you smile. “Good night, Katakuri” you said, still smiling, as you walked to your room. You saying his name, made his heart jump.

The weeks before the wedding were wonderful, you felt home, like you belonged. And you fell in love with Katakuri, as he did with you. One day he called you into his room, he said it was important with that sincere voice again. So here you were, wandering around the castle and knocking at his door. “Come in” he told you. As you entered his back was turned to you, he wasn´t wearing the scarf he always wore, which was curious because his mother insisted on it. You closed the door and stood awkwardly in the doorway. “Hey” you said softly. “I called you here because I don´t want to keep anything from you. And it would be better if you leave me before the wedding. I will now show you why Mama calls me a monster, she told me I shouldn´t, but if we´re getting married I don´t want you to accidentally see it and then be shocked. I´m sorry, I know I shouldn´t scare you...” he explained and then turned around, he wasn´t looking at you, avoiding the gruesome comments he got from everyone who knew his true form. Silly. He´s got scars on his cheeks and long teeth that looked like claws, you thought he would have a pretty smile, but right now he was frowning. You felt brave and walked towards him, you were even more brave as you cupped his cheek in your left hand and raised his chin so he would look at you. “Do you hate me now?” he asked, tears in his eyes. You didn´t understand his mother, he was beautiful and she never let him feel it. You could only imagine how self conscious he felt. “No” you told him. “Don´t you want to run away?” he asked again, this time a bit rougher, more aggressive. You smiled and started caressing his cheek. “No” you stated as you searched his eyes. “Then what do you still want here? With me?” he asked, this never happened to him. No one ever stayed with him or didn´t freak out whenever he showed someone his true form, which is why he never did. “I want to kiss you” you whispered in his ear. “Is this a joke? Are you playing with me?” he asked again. “Why would I joke about that? I really want to kiss you. I honestly don´t see the big deal with how you look. You´re a very attractive and handsome man. And I want to kiss you really badly” you chuckled. He blushed, trying to avoid your glance. “No one´s ever wanted to kiss me” he admitted quietly. You moved your hand from his cheek to his hand and squeezed it, reassuring him you wouldn´t leave. “May I kiss you?” you asked cautiously. He nodded slightly:“Yes”. “Good” you mumbled as you leaned in, your left hand caressing his, your right hand cupping his cheek and massaging it. Your lips touched his and it felt electrifying. He gasped. “Should I stop?” you asked. You didn´t want to make him feel uncomfortable. “No, please continue” he breathed hoarsely, already missing your touch, this magical feeling. You pressed your lips against his with a little more pressure this time. After a while you felt Katakuri get more comfortable and decided to slightly suck his lip and swipe your tongue alongside it. He moaned and your tongue entered his mouth, you quickly found his tongue and got him to play along. He learned fast and picked up pace, he found his hand into your hair and caressed it and he pushed you nearer to him. The kiss could´ve lasted forever, but after a while you both needed some air and let go of each other. Katakuri´s pupils were wide as your lips parted, he was blushing and breathing heavily. You smiled shyly:“Did you like it?”. “Yes” he whispered. “Yes, very much”. “Do you want to continue?” you cheekily questioned. Before he could answer, his lips were on yours again. Fuck. He has never been in love and then you just strolled up in your armor, saying you wanted to marry him. And now you kissed him. You called him attractive and handsome. The two of you would eat together often now, you even baked him donuts. And whenever you saw him eat or sleep you just commented how cute he looked, which made him blush. You decided you loved his blush.

Soon after their first kiss, the wedding knocked on the door.

“Smoothie! This dress doesn´t fucking fit me! I look like a freaking balloon!” you complained at your wedding dress. It was sleeveless and had an extravagant circle skirt, you had problems not stumbling over. You wore your hair down and put on heels again, only this time you could walk in them. “Stop complaining! You´re late to your own wedding!” Smoothie pushed you out of the door. “Oh my! Shut up! I´m not fucking late! Besides, even if I was, the bride´s always the last one!” you told her. “Okay, okay!” Smoothie walked really past to the wedding aisle and you had trouble keeping up with her, even with you hiking up your skirt. As you finally reached the porch you were taken aback. It was like time stood still. Katakuri was wearing a white three piece suit and smiled at you like you were the sun. You were right, he had a pretty smile. And as you walked down the aisle, smiling up to him, the smile reaching far beyond your eyes, brightening up everything, he swore his heart stopped. “We will today wed (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to Charlotte Katakuri. From today on, the Big Mom pirates and the royal family of Mariejoa are an alliance! Let´s seal the deal with a kiss!” the priest was a bit too excited already, or maybe he was just drunk. But that didn´t matter, because you had him and he had you. There were only the two of you. This time Katakuri was the one to indicate the kiss, you were still to numb from feeling the way you felt around him. You wouldn´t call it love, no, love was a temporary emotion, but what you felt was instinct, devotion, passion. You weren´t thinking, you just knew one thing: You never wanted it to end. He made that same promise to you with the kiss that day, and every day after that day. You were happily married for 20 years now. You went through ups and downs and you both hated it when you fought. You still worked as the highest rank of the royal army and he still was a pirate, only his bounty has increased about 300,000,000 beli. You were convinced your man was invincible and you would have the chance to tell him you loved him every day until you died. But today felt odd, he abruptly left Pudding´s wedding to fight the captain of the Strawhats. And for the first time in your life, you were afraid he would not return.

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