#But my older sister is also right that the state of Fandoms these days is very much a US vs THEM situation in terms of how people make

[mwolf0epsilon]

"Star Wars isn't dead y'all are just haters" "Disney saved Star Wars" "It's the Woke Agenda that ruined Star Wars"

My mans, Disney single-handedly destroyed the Sequel Trilogy despite the Force Awakens being the gateway to something potentially fantastic; MCU'd the Mandalorian (a story which originally had nothing to do with the Prequel and OG Trilogy aside from sharing a universe and exploring a sect of a completely different culture/ideology); ego-boosted both Filoni and Favreau to the point where their OC Verse is not only canon but openly disregarding the Star Wars Universe Bible/Lore; gave us a snippet of what an extremely misunderstood indigenous culture is actually like (instead of portraying them as the savages one of the white leads mislabeled as animals that deserved to be slaughtered) only to then wipe out the tribe we got to know for no reason other than shock value thus alienating indigenous/poc viewers in the most disrespectful way possible; completely threw away the entire message of TCW (that being a clone does not make you incapable of being your own person who has their own thoughts, ideals, moral compass and overall identity) by making TBB (a show that does have it's strong points in set design, soundtrack orchestration and overall sound design, but is extremely weak on both characterization and storytelling because they either make the meaningful plot points stretch too thin or focus on the wrong character completely) their go to show marketed for kids instead of the actual kids programming that people shit on for being for, surprise, kids; constantly disregards valid critique from their consumers (to the point where infighting in the Fandom has gotten extremely ugly) that people either give up on interacting completely or simply vanish and take all their things with them (because no one seems to understand where these critiques come from, or how being unable to admit your special little show is imperfect is actually not a good thing for both you and others).

This isn't even accounting for the fact the Fandom seems to have doubled in it's overall toxicity since Disney took over. Which is par for the course when a mega corporation takes hold of something that started out extremely political in nature anyway. The Cash Cow machine needs feeding after all...

#Eps Talks About: #Funny enough this started as an argument between my sisters #One of which isn't a Star Wars fan and the other who is an OJ and Prequels fan #My mom (who was the one to introduce us to star wars mind you) and I watched from the sidelines #Mom didn't care because she doesn't like Modern Star Wars stuff but I ended up putting an end to the argument #My younger sister is right that Disney put too much emphasis on SELLING Star Wars to newer generations to a detrimental degree #but that doesn't mean they invalidate what came prior to their shitshow or the message SW was created to uphold #in fact Andor and SW Visions S2 made a point of being the best homages to the OJ trilogy thus far by being very political in their messages #But my older sister is also right that the state of Fandoms these days is very much a US vs THEM situation in terms of how people make #themselves heard and how meeting in the middle is virtually impossible which is very much a product of social media and how people conduct #their personal image via either genuinely expressing their feelings on certain topics or simply using them for clout #It is a case of locking yourself in a room with an 'adversary' and trying to see who can scream the loudest until someone loses their voice #I love star wars but that doesn't mean I'm blind to the fact star wars also kinda sucks lmao but oh well these are just my thoughts that #I'm letting loose because I'm already pissed off from something else going wrong today and have no patience for some of the rancid shit #that keeps cropping up in either tags or posts I find in and out of Tumblr Dot Com

[iwaoiness]

Oikawa's problematic phone case

Without any doubt, Iwaizumi is the only person in the world who is able to look so fucking hot in his ID picture without even trying. His golden skin, his hair in that natural state of spiky, his forehead relaxed without any wrinkles, that piercing in his eyebrow that he got in his first year at Irvine and that Tooru still shivers over, his eyes staring at the camera with an intensity in their greenish hue that takes breath away, his lips curved in a small lopsided smile, a shadow of dimple on his cheek, his jaw well marked by the lights, his chin slightly elevated.

Hajime sent it during one of his video calls while telling him about his day; the soda Oikawa was drinking at that moment shot out of his nose when he choked while opening the picture. Early in the morning, he stood in the nearest copy shop to his house to request eight copies, still blushing, heart racing, and ears still ringing from Iwaizumi's deep-playful-stupid-hot laugh and his Do I look so hot that it makes the great Oikawa-senshu this nervous?

One of those copies ended up in his grey silicone case (which actually matched Iwaizumi's, his with a chubby dinosaur drawing in the bottom corner asking What are u doing?; Oikawa's, with another smiling dinosaur hugging the rest of Iwasaurus missing tail, answering Miss you, hug me!), accompanying him everywhere for months along with a small family photo with his parents, sister and Takeru.

However, one night, during an interview on a popular and prestigious TV show, Oikawa completely forgot that he changed his usual cover for a transparent one and took out his mobile phone in the middle of the interview to show the presenter a really embarrassing video of Matias, his friend and San Juan's starting blocker.

And, of course, Tooru's loud and intense fandom erupted the minute they noticed (thanks to damn high-definition cameras that might as well show gaping pores in close-up as reveal a years-long relationship with a really hot athletic trainer) Hajime's photograph on his IPhone case.

Social media was abuzz with dozens of screenshots from different angles, threads about conspiracy theories (Hanamaki's favourite was that Oikawa had the wrong phone and used the phone of a technical member of the programme; Matsukawa's that Hajime was Tooru's older brother), civil wars between fans over who was more right until only a day later it was revealed (thanks to one Suna Rintaro) that the strange boy was Iwaizumi Hajime, the hot athletic trainer of Birtwistle University and the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team.

And there was no shortage of hashtags like #IwaizumiHajime27AthleticTrainer, #LGBTooru, #BiRighToorus, #IwaOi that became worldwide TT and the grotesque rise of followers on Hajime's official account and also Oikawa's own.

"You had to use a fucking transparent case" Hajime speaks when it's finally his turn to come to Argentina. He's sitting on the bed with Tooru propped up next to him, blinking at the memes that continue to pop up on his TL even though it's been a month of what Oikawa's fans have already dubbed IwaOi National Day. "You have a drawer full, full, of ridiculous phone cases and you pick the one that's transparent."

"I already said it was unintentional, Iwa-chan! Unintentional!" Oikawa protests, crossing his arms as he makes a pout that Hajime finds truly endearing. "I'd better have kept the picture that auntie took of you when you were nine years old and got stuck in the cat flap," he mutters, but Iwaizumi hears him clearly and Tooru squeals as a pillow hits his face, nearly knocking him off the bed.

...

the cute phone case inspired this drabble

as always thank u sm and u can find me on my ao3 🍉

#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa x iwaizumi #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hajime iwaizumi #hq fluff #iwaoi drabble #haikyuu drabble #iwaoi fluff #haikyuu time skip #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #pro volleyball oikawa #matsuhana cameo #and suna rintaro too #oikawa tōru #fluff and humor #theyre so in love #iwaoi timeskip

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#Shezow #ThinkingAboutReviewingEachEpisode #ColdFinger #Sheviews #MyThoughts

(Images and video not mine but links are there.)

Episode 1 Part 2 Coldfinger

I really like the title cards this show has and they remind me of The Fairly Odd Parents title cards.

Buttwipe really be like a kid friendly parody version of this show though.

Jackass (franchise) - Wikipedia

I guess the Senor Blowtadas Spicy Hot Chipadillas are like if Doritos and Takis collaborated together.

I like it that Maz was like I'm glad those old folks didn't get hurt by our marble trick and Guy was like that's cool we got those old folks doing a cheerleader pyramid trick.

I know where Guy's priorities are.

Apparently there is a one day Shezow comic con which is interesting.

Also the poster has the new Shezow plastered everywhere which is strange.

I wonder who took these images of Shezow to make these?

Because in the pilot episode Shezow was in the Shehicle with Kelly and accidently crash into the  Pushy Pirate Posse's pirate ship to "defeat them".

Also guy was just about to walk away from his responsibilities but his sister is the president so she had to push him in gear.

Also Guy is spooked of bugs.

This is the I suck at answering question so here is a listening device that will mess up when you need it the most episode.

Here we go.

Guy is slowing getting progressive. Like the "Come to papa." and Maz is like "Don't you mean mama?" And Guy is like "Depends on what I'm wearing." 13:58-14:06

I strangely remember that line from when I first watched this show.

We finally get to see Coldfinger and I really like his design especially his ice wolverine claws he can do.

He already makes ice puns right out the gate.

He was the past president of the Shezow fan club before Kelly replaced him.

He was late on his dues and I would love to know what that means.

I would like to know more about his past.

Like was he born a ice person or science made him that way?

Also seems like him and his mom have a ice company business. Good thing they are set up shop in Megadale.

He is way older than Guy but the wiki says he's 17 but I thought he was 14 when I first saw him but I'm not sure.

His real name is Timmy and he has that Big Bang Theory Mom talks off screen joke.

He loves cold cuts but I wonder it's the meat kind or just cut up ice?

Cold Finger is a parody of Gold Finger from 007.

He really is the Shezow version of  Brain Freezer from Johnny Test.

Cold Finger (Character) | SheZow Wiki | Fandom

Brain Freezer | Johnny Test Wiki | Fandom

Someone on youtube said this Coldfinger face should be a meme at 19:40 but it reminds me of Professor Oak's and Imposter Professor Oak's face.

Pokemon Role-Play - Kanto: Professor Oak's (please come here before you start your adventure) Showing 1-15 of 15 (goodreads.com)

Impostor Professor Oak Concepts - Giant Bomb

Hey we get Maz's first costume Meatier Man and he's got the Lady Gaga meat outfit going on that attracts not only smell but all the dogs in the tri state area.

I feel bad for Cold Finger (Timmy) he just wanted to ask his question but was interrupted and skipped over.

He probably wouldn't have attacked if you just let the man tell his question Kelly.

The "We're just friends." line at 17:31. I wonder what that question was about?

My guess is for Tara.

My favorite scene. 18:07-18:13

I like it how Maz just walks up on the fight to tell Guy that they won the contest.

That's pretty rude.

Also the title card image pose returns at 18:31.

Cold Finger can summon snow people which is pretty cool but I guess this might be the last time we see them.

I like it that Cold Finger was like um actually Shezow doesn't have a sidekick.

He says "That's what he smells like." To the number two joke then says "You're dead meat pork chop." as he just pokes Maz.

Finally Guy uses his laser lipstick on non humanoid enemies which is cool.

I feel sorry for the snow people but Shezow called Cold Finger a snowflake.

Then the show finally explains the hair messing up mechanic that Shezow loses all powers.

19:52-20:03

Then later telling the solution later.

20:11-20:14

We almost lost Shezow if Shelia wasn't there to tell him.

Also if his ice claws break it hurts him. Interesting.

My favorite poses.

20:21-20:24

The show just put a beating up the bad guy montage with a heavy handed super she slap like a final smash to end the fight.

Shezow says "Mine's bigger. What to play patty cake ice man?" This is after Cold Finger looks at his hands.

While causing property damage when she slapping him into the parking lot then Cold Finger makes a ice pun by himself with no on around.

20:44-20:51

I like it that Cold Finger is like going full nature then is like ooh ice cream person is here.

I like it that Maz can do a fake man's voice like he's from looney tunes and even doing a food version of a hot foot joke that cartoons do.

That blew my mind that was Maz because his silhouette was the meat costume.

21:20-21:22

I like it that Cold Finger didn't ask how much the ice cream was or even check what he just ate.

Then later checked then melted.

I guess he was born frozen.

They forgot to unfreeze Kelly and at the end she shows up drenched and if the show wasn't 22 minutes then they would have did that we forgot something joke with Kelly still frozen today or would have had Maz save her off screen.

At the end guy says a ice pun to Kelly then it just ends.

This show talks about the change mechanic where it's the danger sense that can change him or "You Go Girl" changes him then "She Yeah" changes him back.

22:42-23:16

I give this a 8/10.

SheZow S01E01 SheZow Happens & Coldfinger - YouTube

#Shezow #Thinking About Reviewing Each Episode #Cold Finger #Sheviews #My Thoughts

[solarmorrigan]

1, 11, 20 and 35 for the fic ask game <3

Hello! <3

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

About 21 years ago, I think! My older sister introduced me to ff.net when I was nine or so, when she was really into Yu-Gi-Oh and wanted someone to cowrite a fic with. She knew I liked writing and roped me into it even though I had never watched Yu-Gi-Oh and had no real intention of doing so. Honestly, I was just happy to be included

My first solo fic was a little after we gave up on the joint Yu-Gi-Oh venture, and it was a crossover between Buffy and Scooby-Doo. I made it about two chapters in before abandoning it on a cliffhanger, like a true fic writer

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

They usually fall into four categories: one-word titles (I do this less these days, because I have 250+ works on Ao3 and I started getting confused about which single word belonged to which fandom), puns, lines (either song lyrics, part of a quote, or a line from the fic itself), and ones that might best be described as "If they didn't want me to give it such a long title, they should have set a lower character limit"

Some favored examples of the latter include "Beating Up a Teenager Won't Solve All Your Problems, But it Might Make You Feel Better," "Home is Where the Heart Is, and Various Other Colloquialisms," "Idle Hands Are a Terrible Thing to Waste (Or Something Like That)," and "On the Importance of Upper Body Strength, Physical Coordination, and a Continued Lack of Head Injuries"

I am not good at titles

20. What's your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Oh! I was talking to a friend about this the other day! My favorite part is also kind of my least favorite part: the puzzle piece stage. When you have all the chunks of the plot that you need and you're trying to put them all together in a way that makes sense

As I described it to them: When it's going well, you're like "fuck yes, I am a genius and also invincible," but then sometimes you have two pieces that are shaped like they should fit together, but one has, like, part of a tree on it and the other looks like water or some shit and you're like "...well that can't be right," and everything is terrible forever

I love the feeling of everything clicking into place and realizing exactly how the story is supposed to go; there is nothing better than getting everything settled in the right order. It's a challenge sometimes, but that makes it all the more satisfying when I finally wrangle everything together

35. How much has fic writing changed your life?

Immeasurably. I've been doing it for... well, decades now, I guess. It's provided a creative outlet, it's given me a way to connect with and deepen friendships with people, it's given me ways to examine my own mental state and emotions, it's even boosted my confidence in myself and my abilities

It's been a defining hobby for so long that I don't actually know where I'd be if I'd never started doing it. Somewhere completely different, possibly, but I think I'm glad that I am where I am, overall

Fic Writer Ask Game

#hey-there-ghouls #answers from solar #speaking of 'if they didn't want me to make it so long' #sorry for throwing many paragraphs at you??

[cafeinthemoon]

More Myself Than I Am - Chapter I

Chapter 1/?

Wordcount 3,3k

Title A Story of Three Sisters

Fandom Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing Ryuunosuke Akutagawa X reader

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): mentions of nightmares and panic attacks; past trauma; childhood trauma

Tagging none yet! (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So I mentioned that i wanted to write something for Akutagawa in this post and... this is my first attempt at BSD and I'm really excited about it! :) I was hesitating in posting it because I already have many other stories going on and adding one more would only delay the older projects, but I couldn't resist lol

As you can suppose, the siblings' names (Virginia and Frances) were chosen purposely, so they might be a spoiler. Also, I want this story to be about investigation and conspiracy, so that there are many shades on each chapter, and every detail is important. It's also my first time doing this type of thing, so I hope I'm not messing up anything :) Also Akutagawa will show up in the next chapter, so don't worry haha

Hope you enjoy it :)

It was one of those nights. You knew it right when you opened the door and stepped inside the apartment you shared with your two sisters. You heard the noises even before you stopped at the front door, and sighed: after an entire day serving costumer after costumer at the bakery and having to do the cleaning with one less girl on the team (that was her first day on vacation), rest was the last thing you would have that time. You entered on tip toes and closed the door behind you with all the caution you could, then went to understand exactly how things were going.

You saw nothing but the expected – Virginia, your eldest sister, was going through one of her crises after weeks showing relative well being.

You passed across the living room and headed to the bedroom, right beside it, only to find her sitting on the bed, two pillows on her back, fighting to control her breathing while following the doctor’s instructions. He was sitting on a chair beside the bed, whispering soothing words to help her keep in touch with her surroundings; this, according to him, would make her understand that she wasn’t inside a nightmare, drowning in dark waters, but at her house, in the company of her family.

Out of your sight, in the kitchen, you heard your second sister, Frances, taking care of some unfinished stuff and preparing to cook the dinner. She was never at ease when those episodes happened and thought herself to be more useful anticipating some of the tasks you three used to do together, to spare her siblings’ nerves. You silently thanked her for such practical manners, wishing to act like more often, but that was not where your talents were: your place was beside Virginia. You should be there, ready for when she came back.

It was a painful process: usually she would stay like that, crying and suffocating for some minutes, then would fall asleep or come back exhausted, complaining of numbness and slow thinking. The uneasiness would remain until the next day, when she would pretend not to remember the crisis and occupy herself with her work and other tasks.

It has been like this since you could remember.

You dropped your bag on a corner and approached quietly. You stopped right behind the doctor, who glanced at you and nodded, still talking to Virginia. Your hands clenched around each other in nervousness before you took the spot on the bed, beside the girl, and reached for her hand.

The effect of the gesture was equivalent to a miracle, as the doctor himself already stated. With it, the hardest part of the crisis would last half the usual time: your sister’s hand squeezed yours with desperate strength, pulling it closer as to beg you to pull her out of a deep lake; when you responded holding it with twice the firmness, her grip would soften, and you could swear she was now dreaming about a walking on a quiet path with you.

- Virginia-chan… come back… – you were saying – Come back to us… Come back to me…

Little by little, her chest stopped going up and down, the air entering her lungs no longer noisy; the shivers all over her body diminished until they almost disappeared. Her eyes, half opened, glanced at you and then closed, the shadow of a smile on the corner of her lips acknowledging your presence before conscience left her.

You let go of her hand and observed while the doctor opened his suitcase to take a bottle and a small notebook from it. You waited while he wrote the prescription and offered it to you alongisde the bottle. Frances came from the kitchen at that moment, wiping her hands on a cup cloth. You glanced at her and asked if Virginia’s boyfriend showed up that day; her answer was negative.

- One dose before sleep for this whole week – the doctor reiterated what was on the note; you read it and passed it to Frances – It will calm down her nerves and soothe eventual physical pain.

Your sister thanked him and kept the note on the nightstand’s drawer beside Virginia’s bed, while the medication was kept upon it. You offered yourself to accompany him outsides.

- Doctor, we can discuss your payment while I lead you to the exit... – you started.

The man raised a hand in a polite refusal.

- We’ve already talked about this, y/n-san – and with a clever smile – We agreed that you would not waste your money on me.

You swallowed, too shy to insist. He said goodbye to Frances.

- If anything happens, you can call me. Even in the middle of the night.

Your sister thanked him with non disguised relief. She knew about the delicate situation of your finances as much as you did. You almost wished she never showed up during his visits: whatever his reasons to extend his generosity to your family, those were still private matters, and you always hated when they were brought up to conversations even in the form of gestures.

You opened the front door and walked out of the apartment before anything else was said between the doctor and her.

***

While inside home, you were smiling alongside Frances, but the curves on your lips disappeared as you walked through the narrow corridor, your feet making cracking noises on the wood floor here and there. The building was old and you couldn’t remember when the last renovations happened, but if that contributed to keep the rent low, your family would rather ignore that unpleasing circumstance.

Even after all the months in which the doctor has been visiting your sister, and unlike Frances, you still felt ashamed whenever you had to receive him. If he already noticed that, you couldn’t tell, but at least he had the delicacy of not speaking about it: right on the day you met, when he came in the aid of Virginia when a crisis started on the street, you made it clear that your situation wouldn’t allow you to maintain a proper treatment for your sister, yet he refused any form of payment for his services as well as any discussion regarding it. It was strange at first, but since you didn’t have many options and couldn’t leave the girl without assistance, you accepted the unusual deal.

You turned the corner at the end of the hall to take the stairs, but you didn’t go far on it. The doctor was two steps ahead of you when he turned to ask why you stopped.

- What’s the matter, y/n-san?

You’ve been trying your best to maintain the control over your emotions, but that time it was too much for you. Your chill expression faded and, before you opened your mouth, you started to cry.

You wiped your tears and tried to calm yourself down before speaking.

- I’m sorry for this, Doctor. You might think this is all too sudden, but truth is that I’ve been holding on for long enough, for them – your lower lip started trembling – I can’t stand this anymore…

He gave you a worried look.

- What’s going on? Is there something you need to tell me?

You nodded.

- We’ve been known to each other for a while, so I guess I can trust you with this… – you swallowed – I have a secret to share.

- What kind of secret?

- A family secret. It’s about my sister’s condition. She wasn’t born with any tendency to it, neither she got it from some usual event. Her sickness is the result of a childhood accident... caused by me.

- You? – he frowned – What are you talking about?

Your hands clenched on your skirt’s sides. You were scared of what you were about to say, but there was no way of talking about it without sounding absurd, so you just spoke.

- It’s not that simple, and I’d totally understand if you don’t believe in such things but… Doctor, I’m not like my sisters. I’ve never been – you sighed – I am an esper.

Esper. That was a word about which you refused to think, despite being the one that fitted you the most. It was also the first time you spoke about it to someone outside your family. You knew it wasn’t the safest thing to do, both because of the nature of the subject itself and because the bureaucratic and scientific aspects that such revelation implied. But that man has been helping your family for free for so long that he deserved to know the whole story; he needed to know what he was dealing with if he intended to keep treating Virginia.

However, his reaction was nothing like you expected, if you were counting on a manifestation of prejudice or disbelief. Instead of showing anything that resembled it, he just looked at you with curiosity.

- An esper? You mean, an individual with special abilities? – he raised an eyebrow – What kind of abilities you possess?

You didn’t know if you should be surprised or relieved that he didn’t doubt you, so you just kept going.

- Basically, I can use telekinesis and create force shields around myself and anything I want. I’m the only one in my family with such abilities. It manifested when I was still a child. At first, only my sisters knew about it. We swore to keep this to ourselves, because we didn’t know what could happen if the news spread and because, when I use my powers, my appearance changes and it is… unsettling.

He had one foot on the first stair and the other on the second one, a hand leaning on the handrail, but after your explanation he gave up on the idea of leaving immediately and went back to your side on the corridor.

- I see – he put his suitcase on the floor on his side – Tell me more.

You nodded.

- As children, we were innocent to the point we believed we could keep this secret forever, but as you can imagine it didn’t take long until our parents found out – the air seemed to cool inside the building when you spoke that; you passed your arms around yourself to shake the memory away – And that happened in the worst way possible.

He thought of what you said for a moment. You were going to give him the time he needed; it was understandable if that was all too much, even for a man of science like him: if you were a normal person and someone came to you to share such story, you would need some time to process it too.

You sensed a change in his tone when he spoke again.

- So... Let me tell you something. I haven’t talked to you or your sisters about it because I wanted to respect your family’s privacy, but since the start I knew Virginia-san's condition could never be caused by an ordinary event. It was all too strange to be that way. However... – he took a step towards you – Knowing what really happened can help me to do my work. So, please, tell me everything you remember.

You took a deep breath.

- Of course. So... When we were kids, we used to live with our parents in an old house on the countryside, in front of which there was a lake surrounded by trees. We used to play there every day after school. Usually there was an adult watching us, because the lake was deep and some of the trees were already dead, so accidents were expected – you shrugged – But, you know, you cannot keep an eye on children twenty-four hours a day, especially when you had such landscape on the outside.

The doctor nodded in agreement.

- That day, we were there alone. It has been just a few weeks since I myself discovered my abilities and showed them to my sisters. We were playing around a kunugi*. Virginia was the one closest to the tree, and I was the farthest. When I saw one of the branches above her cracking and falling, I didn’t think twice. I screamed for her to move away and used my powers to stop the branch before it hit her. My idea was to throw it into the lake or anywhere else, but since I didn’t have enough experience, I startled when I heard a sudden noise coming from the grove and accidentally pushed Virginia, who stumbled in the roots and fell in the water. I…

You gasped and were forced to stop to catch your breath. After all those years, recalling those events had that effect on you. Well, you couldn’t help it: that was the first time you told the story to someone without hiding anything in spite of how absurd it sounded.

However, you had a patient listener, who didn’t interrupt you or question your sanity not even in gestures, so that you regained your courage and did your best to keep speaking.

- I froze in my place, Doctor – your voice cracked – In one moment, she was in front of us, and in the next… she disappeared inside the water! Frances screamed and ran to the house to call for help. It was when I woke up. I approached the shore and started using my powers on the water, to bring my sister back to the surface. Thank God it worked, so I started the first aid exercises they told us at school. However, any possibility of keeping our secret was gone. Our parents and a maid came from the house and saw when I took Virginia from the water. Not only they were terrified with what they were seeing, but they thought I was trying to drown her... They pushed me away from her and did everything to wake her up, while the maid went to call the emergency…

You spent a countless amount of time in silence. When you went back to the narrative, your voice was clearer, but you were still in pain.

- Virginia never fully recovered from this episode. Even after her physical side healed, she kept suffering with nightmares and panic attacks. Our parents went from doctor to doctor, but all their treatments were palliative. She spent months inside the house and had to start taking private lessons. Frances and I were forbidden from passing near the lake, and I was kept away from my sisters for most of the time. My parents even considered sending me to a mental hospital or something of this sort, but they ended up agreeing that I could cause more problems if I left their company, so I stood with my family… But as you can easily suppose, they never looked at me the same way. Frances started feeling ashamed whenever I was around, and I stopped using my powers in front of others. Virginia was the only one who maintained the previous affection for me – a sad smile curved your lips – Even if we couldn’t spend long hours together anymore, she made it clear that she still loved me and that she knew it was an accident. But not even she could stand my abilities after that.

- And what happened then?

- Because of her refusal in leaving the house and the financial issues concerning her treatment, our parents decided to dispense the maid and move to a new house, away from that region. Our father was many years older than our mother and his health was no longer good, so we lost him shortly after that. Our mother resisted until we became adults. After her death, we moved to this city, hoping to build a decent life for ourselves, but our mission has been harder than expected.

The man smiled with gentleness.

- A big city has no mercy on one’s pockets, that’s for sure. But compared to other people I’ve met, you three are responsible, hard workers. I bet it saved you from many problems all over the years.

You shrugged, flattered.

- You can say that.

- Y/n-san – the doctor took a step closer to you – First, I want to thank you for sharing this with me. Now, would you mind... showing your abilities?

You saw that coming, but you didn’t really mind. Your sisters were not there to see, and whatever the result, nothing would change for you.

- Not at all. But let me tell you that what you’re going to see is not pretty.

The doctor didn’t reply, but in his eyes you could read the clear message. Try me.

When you activated your ability, a pressure behind your eyes appeared and increased in seconds. The veins around them became prominent like blue lines carved on your skin, and despite not seeing your own face you knew your eyeballs were covered in pitch black. Something opened in your head from inside out and extended your consciousness through the space around you, so that you were aware of each event nearby, from the insects flying around the windows to your own heart beats. It was a heavy sensation, one that you needed time to manage even in such a small place like a corridor.

It didn't escape you the moment when the doctor flinched, but stood in his place and limited himself to take a deep breath.

Behind you and ahead, on the corridor you just crossed, there were lines of windows that have been locked for that entire month, gathering dust and other unwanted things. A gesture of your hand and all of them opened at the same time, the dust spreading thanks to the breeze tat invaded the space. You didn’t move from your place, but the doctor looked around with some nervousness.

A second gesture from you, and the glasses were heavily closed, the metallic noises of the latches echoing on the building right after. You lowered your hand with a sigh, waiting for the pressure in your eyes to diminish.

When it disappeared, you turned to the doctor again.

- I can control many objects at the same time, but the bigger their number, harder my work becomes. I also learned to manipulate living beings, but I avoid this for obvious reasons.

You did your best to maintain your posture, but your heart were screaming for a response. What do you think now that you saw it, Doctor? Please, tell me. It didn’t take long for you to have you answer, though.

- Listen, y/n-san – he took his suitcase again – I am not experienced with espers despite being familiar with the term, so that I cannot imagine what you’ve been through. But I understand that having a special condition can be very stressful. It might have you feeling excluded or misunderstood even among your friends, which makes you believe that the problem is in you, where in fact it is in the lack of information.

- Are you telling me that...

The doctor put a friendly hand on your shoulder.

- I know you’ve been carrying some feeling of shame or guilt towards your abilities, but what you need to see is that your powers are really impressive, and they’re an important part of you. So being ashamed of them is being ashamed of yourself, and that won’t help you at all. If you want to help yourself and be a good sister to Virginia-san and Frances-san, you must understand that.

Your cheeks warmed up and your eyes got wet again, but no tear came this time. You showed him your best smile in gratitude.

- Well, I think you’re right. I just wish I had heard this from my parents.

* Quercus acutissima, a species of oak tree found in Japan.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x y/n #bsd akutagawa

[mdhwrites]

I heard Dana gave toh fans the freedom to consider their headcanons canon, or smth like that. There's probably more info on twitter but I don't use the app. What do you think?

So what I've heard is that it's not entirely this. It is just saying that whatever Dana says outside of the show, like in livestreams, panels, etc. don't count as canon. The only things that are explicitly canon is that which is in the show. Otherwise, everything else is her personal headcanons which are just as valid as any fans'. I was introduced to this a few days ago by someone sharing it with me (this was apparently said in a livestream btw so will almost certainly get lost to time) a tweet with me about someone being happy about their fan children being 'canon' It was cute and I didn't check what the ships were. I mostly responded to that person being happy that they could headcanon Lumischa as having eventually happened because that was more fun for me especially with my hands being bad. Besides, I think the statement is dumb on multiple levels that I'll get to eventually. Reading this question, I spent more than a single second thinking about it and went "Wait, but Amity is only a lesbian because Dana says so. This is absolutely going to make 70% of the fandom choose to make her bi because then they can ship her with whoever they want." AND GUESS WHAT SHIP THE TWEET WAS ABOUT!? FUCKING AMITER! It has always been a problem for the show that Amity's sexuality is not stated in it. It creates a similar excuse to what people who have to defend stuff like SasuNaru (my introduction to shipping through my older sister btw) of "They don't have a canon sexuality." Well... No longer does Amity. We do know she's interested in girls but that doesn't mean she isn't pan or bi.

I personally do not agree with this interpretation. For me, changing characters who appear to commonly be straight to gay is fine... Because there's close to zero gay characters in most genres, let alone mainstream popular shows. How many are in Shounen anime in general? Okay now remove the villains who are queer coded and tell me again. If the LGBTQIA+ (which I want to remind you I'm not a part of so I don't benefit from this interpretation) want to tell their stories within the media they like, they HAVE to change sexualities. They have no other choice. Meanwhile, Amity is not a particularly special archtype so if you're a straight dude wanting to ship her with yourself, you can find that elsewhere. Even within the same show, just use Lilith who in S1 was similar to Amity. Though yes, Lilith is technically aro/ace but only by decree from Dana and the show never actually sways one way or another on her feelings on relationships because... Why the fuck would it? It's a comedy adventure. Which brings us to the complicated question of what is right to include in a story or not (which I could go into a LOT more in a different blog). It's not like everyone is constantly stating their sexualities in real life after all. It's a rough place for a lot of creators, just like saying if a character is nuerodivergent. A lot of stories just don't have a place for that sort of exposition and honestly the author letting us know outside of the work IS useful for that. Would it be better if it were stated in the show? In TOH's case, because of how much it stakes its reputation on representation, YES. For most? Not really but most don't court the romance genre, where saying those sexualities is more reasonable, like TOH does.

So that's one reason why I don't like the statement. Dana sticking to her guns on her ideas is one of the few saving graces I could give her and just saying "Fuck it, you all decide what you want to be canon so long as it isn't in the show" is just... not that. Not unless she was going to go whole hog and say that the IP was in the public domain so LITERALLY MAKE THE CANON YOU WANT! Which would have been novel but is also NEVER going to happen. Instead, her statement amounts to "I officially give you permission to make fanworks." Which... Lady, you don't get to decide that. No creative does. If people want to make work off of your story, they're gonna do that regardless of what you say. The creator of Calvin and Hobbes is FAMOUS for how anti-commercial he was of his work and spent much of his career making sure that his strips, panels, characters etc. didn't appear on t-shirts. And he still failed mostly because stopping EVERY avenue was simply impossible.

Also Dana has not really put much authoritatively on the scales besides the sexualities, making the statement even more pointless. If she's dropped giant lore dumps, I haven't heard about them and I've been in this fandom long enough that I feel like I should have heard about them. Instead we got small things like Amity dying her hair because her mom forced her to. That isn't going to break anyone's story and I even personally used it as a bonding moment between the two because I made Odalia neurotic about stuff like that.

So I guess my big question is... Who cares? Unless you actively don't like the few answers we've been given by the crew. And if that's the case... That's what fanworks are for. For when you don't like canon and want to change it. You don't need permission for that. You never have. =========

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[snezfics-n-shit]

Sicktember Day 2 - Homesick

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Miles Edgeworth (Bratworth), some Dick Gumshoe, brief cameo of the unnamed (by Capcom; I named her, at least :P) eldest von Karma daughter

Notes: Somewhere, around the same time as Day 1 is going on, a fresh faced prosecutor is wishing he could just be home in bed, but he’s having trouble figuring out just where he can really call home. Also: did you know, Franziska canonically has an older sister (mentioned in the official JFA Manual), this is the mother of Manfred’s granddaughter mentioned in Turnabout Goodbyes :D

      Miles’s head ached profoundly. How long was this investigation going to take, exactly? And just how long was the detective going to keep talking? All the years he had trained himself to tough out even the harshest of “weakness,” as Manfred von Karma put it, he still could not completely combat the deep longing to be home in a warm bed. It was debatable, however, whether he could truly consider his current lodgings a home at all. 

There was the main estate in Germany, with its servants’ quarters housing kind maids he could trust to bring the softest blankets and brew the most comforting teas. Sometimes, the eldest von Karma daughter would be staying there with her husband, daughter, and beloved dog who shared a name with the sender of frequent letters Miles would receive but never be allowed the time to read, let alone respond to. Miles thought back to just last year; he had been concealing his mental recovery from the Terry Fawles trial, when the older woman quietly brought him food and encouraged him to stay well nourished and hydrated. 

“You’ll make yourself ill if you don’t eat,” she told him. “You know well as I do that my father won’t stand for you allowing that to happen.”

How pitiful, Miles thought, for him to have been properly fed recently and still manage to catch this horrid cold. He scowled, even more so when his nose started to run again. His eyes darted around the room to see if he could get away with pulling out his handkerchief as quietly as possible. Detective Gumshoe seemed to be distracted enough, still going on about what witnesses the team would be meeting with later in the day. As he cautiously wiped his nose with the impeccably crafted cloth, he thought of another place he could potentially call home: the summer house in France.

The pillows there were the softest he could remember placing his weary head on. They were even just as comfortable when stacked to ease the discomfort of congestion that kept him awake in the night with colds like this. Even with less attentive maids, just finding refuge in that heavenly king sized bed was something to look forward to… if he was anywhere near France. 

There was always the house right here in Los Angeles, where the von Karmas would reside whenever work called them to the United States, but that wasn’t at all close to a home. If anything, it was merely a furnished shelter, just somewhere to stay until Miles needed to travel elsewhere. Aesthetically, it wasn’t all that different from the homes in Europe, but how can you really call somewhere “home” when it’s merely a car ride away from the place that was most deserving of the title. That place.

He sighed softly, but quickly regretted it as it created a crackle in his throat and chest, triggering a coughing fit, which naturally caught the attention of everyone present. 

“You know, sir,” the detective started, “I didn’t want to say anything about it, but you haven’t been looking too good.” 

“T-That is,” Miles paused to sniffle, much louder than he predicted it would be, “that is not of your concern, Detective. If it was your place to say such a thing, I would have asked.”

“Sorry, sir! It won’t happen again, sir!” Despite Gumshoe saying that, once Miles began coughing again, he couldn’t just keep himself quiet on the matter. “I don’t mean any offense by this, but maybe you should go home?”

“I’ll…” Miles gritted his teeth. “I’ll consider it.”

The detective’s face brightened up, but in Miles’s book, he hadn’t accepted the suggestion at all. After all, even if he returned to the von Karma property nearby, he wouldn’t really be going home.

He knew where “home” was, and unfortunately, that was somewhere he’d never be able to set foot in again. 

#sicktember 2022 #my writing #snez attorney #no snz in this only feels #sorry guys :(

[toastys-muses]

Admin + Rules/Regulations!

Admin:

Hello there! Welcome to my blog lmao- this is my very first roleplay blog, ever, and it’s my main oc to top it all off so I’m very excited but also very nervous cause idk what I’m doing-

I have had accounts before, so I’m not entirely new to the whole tumblr things. But I’m still learning unfortunately.

Admin is 17+, goes by Quinn, Nova, Quill, Scratch, Devil, or Toasty and prefers They/He/She/Xe pronouns.

I’m a genderfluid, Demi aroace, omnisexual. And I’m single as hell.

I’m neurodivergent, and get really excited easily, so I apologize for that if I start rambling about random topics if we talk in pms, get distracted, or messed up in grammar.

I don’t know A TON about specific fandoms, but I know more than an average fan or joe. But I apologize if I get some stuff wrong.

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My birthday is April 18th. My star sign is an Aries, my sun sign is a Leo, and my rising is a Sagittarius. Even tho I don’t care about all that stuff lol.

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Blog is open roleplay for everyone, unless stated otherwise in post!

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[cyberp-1-nk]

Okay here goes my first Arcane request....so Anni in this fandom is way more cocky and playful. Lets say she goes on a mission with Jinx and Sevika. She is all playful and she teases Sevika a little and Sevika obviously is kinda like "whatever" and is slightly annoyed by it. They decide to split up though to get the job done faster so Anni takes Jinx and they go.

After a while Sevika hears a huge explosion from where Anni and Jinx went and she goes to see what happens and she finds Jinx holding a knocked out, slightly bloody Anni. So Sevika takes Anni and might I add how adorable that looks....Sevika holding Anni because Anni is tiny and Sevika is this huge, muscular, intimidating woman....lmao I got off track. Sevika goes to Silco for help and Silco usually has a cold attitude towards most people but when he sees Anni in such a state he immediately grabs her from Sevika and goes to the nearest doctor there is.

You can add whatever you'd like to this and if you have any questions about Anni in this feel free to ask! Also take your time, no rush!

[ Near-death experience - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Anni nearly dies, and everyone freaks out.

WARNINGS; Slight angst, mentions of slight gore.

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TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

NOTE; This really could have turned out better tbh..I didn't know how to make this longer..

C. COUNT: 6,360

Today was not Sevika's day. It was full of near-meaningless tasks for someone of her high skill level—taking out low level threats, escorting both Anni and Jinx to ensure than she'd like to admit, getting Anni snacks—they were almost wasting her time. The only eventful thing that happened was an unexpected ambush on one of the missions, but she ended up falling on her ass a few more times than she'd would have liked before she subdued it, no thanks to her carefree teammates. The three of them walked home under the setting sun without a single exchange of words. She sighed, eager to get back to her to take a long bath, eat a big dinner, and take a relaxing n—

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired, old lady.”

And so, it began.

Sevika stopped and turned to face Anni, now standing behind her, Anni's arms crossed behind her head and her lips contorted into a cheeky grin. “I am not old. You act like you're older than me, you lazy little shit!”

“You’re right! I’m sorry little girl!”

Sevika flushed at her words. Of all the nicknames Anni had for her, that was the one she hated most. “Don’t call me that. You know damn well I'm older, and not some little girl.”

“Oh, you’re not? Then what are you?”

Anni's question gave Sevika a pause. She stood for a moment, searching her brain for the right term to describe someone as perfect as herself.

“A pretty, strong,  and independent lady.”

“Pft, ha!” Jinx let out a brazen laugh at her choice of words, setting fire to Sevika's cheeks and the tips of her ears. “What, you think you’re a fair maiden or something?! Be real Anni, you’re an old lady.”

“I’m not old, damn it! You’re old!”

“And I'm a few years younger than you, so you’re still old.” 

Sevika bit the inside of her cheek. If only it was acceptable to playfully fight Anni, she thought, but it wouldn’t matter much. Jinx treated her like an older sister, and would absolutely freak out if she found out someone had ever threatened Anni. She didn't even wanna mention what Silco would do..

Her brown-haired friend sauntered over to her and slung an arm around her neck. Anni pulled her in close. “Don’t worry Sevika. You’re still hot even though you’re so old!” Anni cooed in a way she knew would annoy her the most. 

Without much protest, Sevika simply gave a huff and pushed the brunette away, chalking up her lack of response to being too tired from a hard day’s work. Anni and Jinx followed behind as she began walking, humming one of the songs she’d heard on the radio when she'd hang out in silco's office. 

Thankfully, they made it back to the mission's location fairly quickly, as Sevika already had started thinking of her long awaited bath and a second serving of dinner. Sleep was so close she could almost taste it. She had snapped out of her trance, and explained the mission to the two, within a short while of this, they had decided to split up. Anni snickered as he walked away. What a cute old lady, he thought, saving that image of Sevika in his mental rolodex of his favorite expressions she would make.

— … —

Sevika's head shot up when she heard the voices outside getting louder and looked up to see people leaving their houses and crowding in the streets. She put the watch down and stared curiously out of the window of the house she was in while opening the door, stepping out staring at the sky. The blaring sound of explosions reverberated overhead, making the curiosities of everyone who had been surrounded the area heightened. She had merely brushed it off, and waltzed home, deciding to just wait for Anni and Jinx's arrival there.

Sevika stopped as the orange, glistening radiance of fiery explosions danced throughout the sky. Sevika put her hand to her mouth and gasped as the many bombs exploded, wiping out the different districts of the small town. Familiar blood curdling screams made a sharp shiver run up her spine. More and more screams carried themselves to her ears and panicked civilians began to run past Sevika where she stood waiting for what was ravaging through the area. A figure soon came running,

“Jinx, what’re you-“ Sevika's words stopped short and his eyes widened upon the sight he witnessed.

 

“Open the door!” Jinx demanded with hysteria, “Please!”

 

Jinx pulled Anni's unconscious, bloody body out of the vehicle and carried her into the garage. Her bloody cloak drug against the ground, leaving a light blood trail staining the concrete as Jinx started to spring. No one had words to speak and Sevika was quick to jump back through the door to hold it open for Jinx just as she made it to the steps. Jinx swiveled sideways to avoid bumping Anni's fragile body on the door frame, her eyes staring down at the bullet hole that slowly had spit up all the blood on her. Stray gasps came from the household as they stepped in,

 

“What happened!?” Sevika asked with shock and stepped out of Jinx's way. Jinx rushed past her towards the closet room, the group quick behind him and Silco by her side. Silco's jacket was instantly tossed to the ground and his fingers rolled the sleeves up on his arms. Jinx burst through the door and Sevika was quick to pull the heavy sheets off the bed, Jinx lying the brunette woman down softly.

 

“She was shot.” Jinx stepped back and panted, her finger pointing at the masked bullet hole under all the black fabric, “In the chest.”

 

“How long ago?” Silco pulled back the fabric, his fingers already bloody from touching her clothes, “Get me my bag!” He called Sevika and she disappeared from the scene to retrieve her boss's medical bag. Silco then looked back up to Jinx, “How long ago did she receive this wound!?”

“Almost an hour ago I... I don’t know.” Jinx breathed, her voice clearly tired and shaken, “She was shot.” 

 

“We’ll take care of her.” Silco nodded and looked over at everyone crowding the doorway, “You should all head back to your room so we can take care of this.”

 

“I'll update you as soon as we can.” Silco said over his shoulder just as Sevika returned with his bag of medical supplies. Sevika began to push everyone out,

 

“Jinx... go. There’s nothing you can do right now.” Jinx only stared into his boss's eyes, their gazes locking onto each other’s for a few moments. They were mutually terrified for Anni's fate. Finally, Jinx nodded and pulled herself from Silco's hand, turning and shutting the door behind her as he left the room.

"I don't know if she'll survive.."

#arcane simp party #simp party #simp party my beloved #arcane simp party my beloved #anni and silco hours #anni and sevika hours #addict my beloved

[someoneimsure]

Aghdjd cass cain x Tim Drake Anon here I KNOW it’s so hard to find tagged content of the ship I want, if there’s even that much of it to begin with. Why are there so many characters named Cassandra 😭!! Also thanks for answering the ask so in depth with panels and all that was really nice of you. If anything I think I’d be #cancelled because of the age difference between the two rather than their ‘blood’ relations but I just wanted to make sure because I never really see posts about cass being anyone’s sister, I more get the vibe that general fandom views her more as like an associate if anything? But yea you’re probably right about general fandoms reaction thanks for giving it to me straight <3

I ask myself that question every single day! Why can't DC editorial come up with names that aren't just the names of random people on staff or that one Greek myth about speaking the truth and nobody listening? It's a sad state of affairs, anon. :(

Aww, thanks!! I try to be as nice as possible! <3 I want to make sure you're informed about the facts and unfortunate realities of our fandom spaces <3

I have looked at a lot of meta on ages and can assure you that age difference would not be a problem as long as fanon knows their real ages. (Btw, Cass is only 2.5 years older than Tim and they met when he was 16-17 and her 19.)

If anyone does try to use ages against you, anon, there's plenty of real life things we can try to get them to focus on. Such as how 16 is the legal age in many states for which a young adult can have sex with someone older than them even though girls are more likely to die giving birth if they are pregnant before they reach the age of 20. Unfortunately, my experience has told me that they rarely ever read the links. :(

I also found some really nice dc meta when I started asking myself 'How do Tim and Cass see each other in canon' question and found out they have met before in Batgirl 2000 #59. I like how their relationships with Steph are brought up in this one and how their ideologies conflict but they aren't enemies, just respectful.

*stares at Batman hard*

Thanks for the ask! <3

#asks #anon #thank you so much for the ask! <3 #stay safe! <3 #anon has gotten me interested in every cass and tim interaction

[wabadabashabadaba]

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ//ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅʀɪɢᴀʟ

Synopsis: CaMiLoOo SaYs "Mi ViDaA, Won't tell ya, read the thing." Okay, okay.

Have you ever seen dreams, with extremely vivid faces present in them? As If the person was right in front of you, tangible and warm. Camilo was surely about to see that type of dream. Watching your lips tremble and twist in agony, as you layed under the debris of crumbled Casita. The problem is, he could not tell, whether It is real or not.

TW: Hurt to comfort. Mentions of death, blood, injury and loss of a loved one. Camilo is having a breakdown while the reader is shitting themselves. Reader uses they/them while Camilo goes by he/him.

Word count: Very small just like squidward nose. The idea itself is more like a prompt anyways-

A/N: What's up Encanto fandom. To those who have requested from me already(and have been waiting for 28783704 days) I am genuinely sorry, I wanted to post this first because this is something I started a long time ago. I'll complete your requests ASAP. Basha was a stupid bitch and injured her leg, so I won't get to do anything but this anyways- Shout out to my boy Juan Karlos and his song "Buwan" because this song was my greatest inspiration for this.

Camilo blinked away the dust in his eyes. As he desperately coughed up the precipitate in his lungs, the boy could only stare at the ruins of what he once called home. The flame of their familial candle flickered away, so did the spirits of the Madrigals. He could feel it in his body, that his gift was fading away. What was he, without it? Just Camilo. But who was Camilo? Without shape-shifting, is he still able to call himself a Madrigal?

The boy stumbled towards Dolores, to check up on her state. His wrist was still sore, from the fall he took earlier. Camilo's head was loud with thoughts, overlapping and forming unimaginable knots. He could barely process what has happened. Reality was slipping out of his pained grasp, yet his number one priority stayed his family.

"Dolores, how are you?" He softly grasped the shoulder of his older sister, snapping the female out of her lost state. She slowly nodded, deeply sighing from the overwhelming quietness in her head. It was louder than the constant chattering and sounds that filled up her ears on the daily. No more of Casita's squeaking and drumming. Just silence, which was louder than bombs to Dolores. They were all stupefied from this, and Camilo wished they could just continue to stay still, avoiding the fact that they no longer have their identities.

Camilo looked around, pushing away the curly hair trying to slip into his eyes, capturing the image of his family. They looked like empty shells. Tia Julieta was struggling to find some sort of medicine for the injuries of her family members. His mother and father were comforting Antonio. Poor Antonio, Casita going down was incredibly unfair by itself, but especially to his little brother. He had just got his gift a few weeks ago. Abuela darted from one spot to another, as If she was trying to avoid the rumble, questioning each family member. It was quite the moment of despair for everyone, and all Camilo wanted to do was be in the comfort of your arms. But, where were you exactly?

He took another good glance at the people around him, he peeked around the ruins, yet you were not to be found anywhere. The male gulped down a sick thought, trying to stay positive. Yet his hands were beginning to tremble, as he dashed towards his grandmother.

"Abuela, have you seen Y/N?" His voice was raspy from the dust in the air, perhaps that was also the reason for Abuela's swollen eyes. She became worried upon hearing her grandson's words, Y/N was a part of the family at this point. Them and Camilo had been inseparable, ever since the two created a stronger bond. Alma counted down all the people standing around, only to be left with a grim realization. One was missing. Y/N wasn't there. That means, she can only be in the house.

Upon learning the terrifying prospect, the entire family dashed inside of what proudly stood as Casita before. Pepa shakily yelled out Y/N's name, no storm cloud forming above her head this time. Isabela was sprinting around the parts of the walls, doors, calling out his lover's name. His Amor. His Corazon. Camilo was pleading everything in the universe, to find you safely sitting somewhere in a pocket created by Casita. For you to see him, and launch for a bone-crashing hug, so that you two could live through this time together. Camilo ever so much needed to see your glistening eyes, filled to the brim with joy and hope. And suddenly, he heard a weak cough. His head snapped towards the sound, only to be left in utter horror.

The male immediately crumbled by your side, screaming out your name. A large piece of debris has fallen onto your legs, it seems as though Casita wasn't able to protect both you and Mirabel. Camilo scraped his hands, trying to move away the obstacle while calling to his family members. He kept on reassuring that you will be fine, that he was going to get you out of this. Camilo tried so hard, that cuts started to form on his skin, staining the rock with blood.

"Camilo.." You reached for him, stiff as a wooden doll. Gasping from the lack of stamina and the profuse adrenaline, he ended his futile attempts, waiting for the others to rush for your help. He could definitely get you out of this, everything was going to go back to normal eventually. And you were going to be by his side, as thing swayed back into their lane.

"It will be alright mi vida, we will get you out of here. You will be fine." Your eyes creased, as a bittersweet smile stretched onto your face. The boy has never seen an emotion like this on your beautiful features, and he hated it. He just wanted for everything to go back to normal, or at the very least for all his loved ones to stay safe, you especially. You were his light, someone who helped him strive for self-love and acceptance. Your warm embrace could rival any remedy in the world, and your smile was the cause of the endless butterflies in his stomach. But the dusted, bloodied you brought nothing but tears. Camilo had to face the fact. He couldn't protect you, he had failed.

"Camilo, I can't feel my legs" Sobbing, he grabbed your hand. It was so unusually cold compared to what Camilo remembered it to be like. Soft and warm.

"Lo siento, mi amor. Lo siento, It's all my fault." Your hand now slid up to his cheek, staining it with bits of your own blood. You hushed him, lightly shaking your head.

"None of this is your fault 'Milo, you did your best. I'm gonna be alright, you said so yourself." With each word, your chest became tighter and tighter. Both of you subconsciously knew that you were lying. Camilo's family was standing behind the two of you, watching the whole scene unfold. Not even Luisa now would be able to lift that piece of debris, that held you pinned to the ground. Pepa was sobbing into Felix's arms, nobody wanted to disturb your bidding of goodbyes.

"Yes, mariposa, you are going to be just fine. I promise you." He mirrored your smile, as it was the only thing he knew how to do best. You buried your fingers in the boy's soft curls, knowing this will be the last thing you feel. Suddenly, you began repeating his name. Louder and louder, the world around Camilo was warping, until...

"Camilo! Camilo wake up already!" The boy sprung up with a loud pant, clutching the hem of his shirt. That earned a surprised yelp from you, Camilo's eyes darting anxiously around the room. He was fine. It was just a bad dream.

"Amor, you were having a nightmare. Are you okay? You were-" Before you could finish that sentence, your partner clung to you ever so firmly, almost crushing you with his embrace. As If you were just another quickly evaporating dream, about to disappear into thin air. And leave him alone, once again. A stream of tears poured onto your shoulder, forming wet trails on your back. Reciprocating the hug, you cooed your significant other, slowly rocking him back and forth.

You woke up from Camilo's sudden troubled moves on the bed, only to notice that he has shape-shifted into you. That gave you a momentary scare, before you noticed how much he was in distress. In fact the Madrigal was drenched in cold sweat, tossing and turning in his sleep. You tried to quietly shake him awake, as to not wake up his sensitive to sounds sister, yet that was a fruitless attempt. So you kept whispering his name, concerned for the state of your beloved. And now he was in your arms, crying as If there was no tomorrow.

Slowly but surely, Camilo's gasps and tears came to a stop, yet the grip on your form stayed. He managed to choke out,

"I saw you... when Casita fell. Y-you were stuck." Your heart painfully stung at his words and tone, squeezing him tightly.

"A-and I couldn't do anything. It was so scary I-i thought I lost you.." The painful lump began forming in his throat again. You had never witnessed the smug and constantly joking Camilo this vulnerable. It pained you to hear his voice cracking, his breath hitching and his heart pounding as loud as a marching band against your ribcage.

"Shh, shh.. It's alright mi amor, It's alright.." You soothingly rubbed circles on his tensed back, continuing to cradle his figure.

"I'm here, I'm safe. Everyone is okay." Camilo's breathing leveled out, and he slowly looked up to you, eyes red and puffy from the stinging tears. You looked back at him, and so vividly, you were able to see the relief across his face. He buried himself into your shoulder, basking in your warmth, the one he knew and adored so much.

"I love you, Y/N. Please, don't leave me. " You cupped his cheeck, no blood staining his caramel skin now. "I won't, Camilo. I love you too."

#imagines #oneshots #reader insert #encanto oneshot #encanto camilo #encanto x reader #camilo x reader #save basha 2022 campaign #basha is the dumbest name how did i come up with it #camilo best madrigal #how am i meant to live laugh love in these conditions #no beta this is war #no beta we die like casita #camilo imagine #camilo encanto #camilo my beloved

[80s4life]

Under Construction

Word Count: 1,841

Status: Suggested!

Ask: Can it be from Stand By Me with Ace were I’m like Teddy’s older sister and also wear glasses and Ace and I don’t really get along, we always bicker and he always teases me, when I’m out in the front yard I hear his car and he runs over my mailbox when I get upset and confront him we get in a little teasing argument when he pushes my glasses from sliding down and we have a moment and kiss. 

@: @gpiggy98

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Reader

Summary: He knew you before you knew him. Of course he did. He was the "King" of Castle Rock, or more like the main terrorist that everyone knew about, but never personally. When your brother had left for two days on a trip he stated to be a so called "mission," Teddy returned a different young man. It wasn't until some time later when you'd figured out the truth, that you'd be taking charge and standing your ground to protect your brother. With a big mark on your back and an enemy to subdue, you couldn't help but see more than you'd ever seen before.

Warnings: language, minor injury, fluff!

Masterlist  Stand By Me Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @intersellars-the-alien-of-human

{gif not mine, credits go to @gold-chaotic-wizard​}

Walking through the front door, silent and head down, Teddy glanced up for a moment, catching your stare, then continuing to his right to go up the stairs. “Teddy?” you call after him, but receive no answer. Placing your book down on the couch and pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose,  you call again, “Teddy?” Something's off.

Following him up the stairs, he attempts to slam the door in your face. The attempt, although feeble, made your steps falter a moment. Teddy’s never been one to back out of anything, not even a potential fight- that is, if he’s pissed at you. “Teddy?” you try for the last time, head placed against his bedroom door as you knock lightly. 

“...Just go away...” he sounds from within his room, voice muffled and slightly forced. He’s crying. The thought occurs after a moment, enabling you to push through the threshold of his room. Finally able to see him properly, his bag was thrown across the room, glasses dropped beside his bed, his body sprawled across it belly-down. Confirming your earlier thoughts, he lifts his head to look at you for a moment, eyes red and damp with many shed tears.

“What’s up, Bub?” you ask lightly, sitting at the corner of his bed and pulling his head into your lap.

“Promise not to tell mom?” 

“I promise,” you say, kissing the tip of your pinkie, then lifting it to the air, “Pinkie Swear, even.”

“I didn’t go to Gordie’s this weekend. Instead, we went on this bitchin’ adventure to go for that lost boy that was in the news. We were going to be on TV if we found him! ...And we did...He was all cut up, and bloody, and torn apart, and-and-and he was just so young. He was my age Y/N. But, then, when we were about to leave, Ace and his gang came to screw us on the whole thing and take the fame, but really, we didn’t want it anymore. Gordie and Chris were trying to cover the boy up instead, we figured it’d be best if no one knew where he was. We thought it would be better if we let him rest in peace rather than being blown all over the newspapers and stuff, ya know? Ace wouldn’t let up though, he didn’t care like we did, so Gordie pulled a gun on him, and he left...for now. He promised he’ll get us for it,” Teddy rants about the whole story of events that happened this weekend. It was when he described the boy’s body that you could finally see why he was so upset. No person should ever see such a thing, even if it was intended as a little adventure.

“Guess they don;t look the same like the movies, huh?” you try to joke, albeit sadly as you could see the swirl of emotions in Teddy’s eyes. He’s never been so vulnerable before, none of his liveliness or joking anywhere in sight.

“God no! That’s what I was thinkin’ he was gonna look like when we got there, but no. It was way worse. The producers and people got that shit wrong!”

“Hey, listen. I’m not gonna tell mom alright? And don’t worry about Ace. You, Gordie, Chris, and Vern have got nothing to worry about, I’m not going to let him get to you guys. Alright?” you ask again, cradling Teddy’s face in your hands as you wipe away the remaining tears with your thumbs. When he nods, you give him a light kiss on the tip of his nose, “Now get some sleep, I’m making some soup for dinner. Then we can watch Mickey Mouse Club if you want?”

“That sound good,” he mumbles, smoozing into the pillows and blankets comfortably.

Going down the stairs to prepare dinner, you hear a smashing noise from outside. Running to the front door quickly, you’re just able to catch Ace and his gang in a car, peeling down the street with a baseball in Billy Tessio’s hands. “Fuck you Ace!” you yell at him, satisfied when you see his head snap round to look at you, your middle finger high above your head. Just as you expected him to narrow his eyes in anger, he smirks instead, shaking his head and turning around in his seat, disappearing down the street in which he came.

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This soon became a natural occurrence, Ace either appearing in his red convertible by his lonesome or in a group. Everyday, you are greeted with the same smashing noise of your wooden mailbox being smashed to bits. At some point, even your parents noticed Ace’s behavior and seemingly target on your house. So much so that they’d finally had enough, ordering you to either get him to stop or pay for the replacements. The latter is what you’d ended up with in the end, getting into multiple squabbles with Ace that end the exact same: him finding amusement in the whole ordeal, you flustered and out of good comebacks, and the result being that Ace continued his charades. It pissed you off to no end, the way he’d just flaunt his shit, all cocky without remorse.

That’s when an idea occurred. 

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Marching down the front steps leading to your front door, you continue your way down to the end of the driveway. Looking down the street, you catch the familiar glow of his red convertible, this time only him in the car. Nodding to yourself, you hide behind the bush nearest the mailbox, out of view of Ace when he arrives. For days, you timed when Ace came around, the times almost lining up perfectly, like this was a part of his everyday schedule now.

The car, now coming to a slow stop, parks but remains on, the driver’s side door clamping shut upon impact as Ace steps out. Grabbing the wooden bat from the back seat, he makes his way around the car and prepares to line up his shot on the mailbox. Just as he gets ready to swing, you jump out from the bush; a horrible decision as his grip slips, the bat making connection with the side of your knee. 

Jumping back a little, it takes him a moment to notice what had just happened, your body splayed across the grass as an already purple bruise forms on your leg, whimpering in pain. “Ow!” you scream at him, trying not to cry as you get back on your feet, rubbing slow circles on the area, “Dickhead!”

“Who-Who you callin’ Dickhead, Sweets?” he stutters, still starstruck.

“I am! You just hit me with a damn bat, you Idiot!” 

“Oh, so now I’m an Idiot, too?! Who the hell jumps in front of someone with a fucking bat in their hands?!”

“I didn’t expect you to swing, dammit! I thought you’d stop when you saw me, not go through with it!” you yell, trying not to cry even more now as the pain becomes evident and the tears bubble up in your eyes.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have gotten so damn close, and I could’ve missed!”

“You shouldn’t even be here! You shouldn’t be coming around here every. Damn. Day. Just to smash my fucking mailbox that I pay for by the way! You’ve broken so many of them that now it’s become my responsibility to pay for the new ones! And for what? Because a couple of boys found a dead kid? What were you even supposed to gain from that?! Why couldn’t you have just left everyone and everything alone?!” you scream, voice cracking at the end as the tears start to fall in frustrated droplets.

The air seems to get filled up in an intense silence, neither of you speaking nor looking at each other directly for a while. After some time, Ace speaks up, “Is that why you came out here today? To tell me everything I fuck up in?”

“No, Ace, I wanted to tell you to leave my brother and his friends alone. And, if you were just a smidge kind enough, to keep my mailbox out of it too,” you sniffle, looking at your feet.

As your glasses start to slide down the bridge of your nose again, you go to push them back up, Ace beating you to it however. Looking up at him, his hands stay on either side of your face, his thumb stroking at the soft skin. Eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, your cheeks heat up at the proximity. “What are you doing, Ace?” you whisper, so close, your breath ghosts across his lips.

“You mean, what are we doing?” he whispers back, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss just as you go to argue once more.

Slowly, you ease into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as you give in to the warmth and love behind it. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he goes to wrap his arms around your hips, finding comfort there. You forget about the pain in your knee for as long as possible, eventually pulling away from him in a flustered, embarrassed way as you go to check up on the bruise.

Getting on his knees, Ace takes your leg in his grasp, looking over what he’d done, ashamed. “It looks pretty bad, Y/N...Want me to go take you to go get it checked out?” he asks nicely, a different side of him.

“It’s just a bruise, I’ll be fine. I swear. But, if plan on this getting anywhere,” you start, pointing between the two of you, “then you better wise up, ya got me?”

“Yes ma’am!” Ace solutes lazily, smirking as he looks at the ground.

“Good,” you try to say sternly, breaking into a grin when you looks up at you through his eyelashes. “You wanna come inside and help me ice it?”

Chuckling now, Ace straightens, going to shut off the car and take the keys, grabbing your hand and leading you back through the front door. Giggling, you follow him as he tries to find everything himself, sitting you down on the couch, switching the TV on, scrambling around to find the freezer, and coming back with a bag of frozen peas. 

Panting as he hands you the peas, he stands out of breath from the little scavenger hunt, watching you. “Come on Lover-boy,” you say, pulling him down next to you on the couch by his shirt. Kicking off your shoes, he follows the same, eventually spreading out to cuddle one another. As your eyes drift to sleep in a light haze, you completely forget about the soup in the oven, jumping back up when the smell of smoke fills the room, “Shit!”

#ace merrill x reader #female reader insert #ace merrill imagine #ace merrill #stand by me #stand by me imagine #stand by me x reader #teddy duchamp #billy tessio #vern tessio #gordie lachance #chris chambers #eyeball chambers #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland x reader #kiefer sutherland imagine #1984

[rere-the-writer]

Hello! I found your blog and it’s my new obsession. Like, Hiding in the bathroom during work to read your fics.

Anyways can I please request something?

Poly!mikaelson’s x vampire reader where the reader gets kidnapped and tortured to the point she doesn’t recognize when they come to save her and passes out and once they get her home they wait for her to wake and have to calm her down because she freaks out. Maybe one of them even gives her their blood to help her heal because she was seriously injured? I’m a sucker for your angst fics. I turned on notifications for you cause I love your blog so much!

Hands down you have some of the best angst fics for this fandom/ship. 💜💜💜

Aww thank you 🥰 I'mma about make this so angsty

Warnings: angst like all of the angst, fluff in the end

You had been missing for the last two weeks having been taken by Aurora out of jealously she held for you since you were seeing Klaus. The Mikaelsons were waging war against Aurora to get you back which Tristan was angry with his sister as half of the Strix was dead in Elijah's rage coupled with Klaus and Kol slaughtering others. Lucien had heard what happened and wisely stayed out of it not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

You panted laying on the floor of the room Aurora kept you and you could have run if you weren't weak from not feeding and the vervain in your system. You were so tired and in pain and already have gave up on the hope of your lovers would save you.

"You know I am surprised you are still with them. After all you are just a toy I mean Kol has that witch Davina, Rebekah with Marcel then Elijah with that werewolf girl, Hayley."

This had been Aurora's new way of tormenting you by telling you the Mikaelsons didn't care for you. You let out a silent scream as your vocal cords was shot when Aurora stabbed you with a dagger dipped in vervain.

"Poor little old Y/N. Why would they choose a weak baby vampire of three years." Aurora mocked as you layed there feeling weak and ready to die as you couldn't take the pain. To you the older vampire had won having been in a cycle of pain of two weeks.

"Aurora, your brother wants to speak with you." You heard Aya tell Aurora and she dropped your head. Listening to them leave as you curled into yourself hurting and giving up.

"Where is she?" You swore you heard Klaus's voice as the sounds bodies dropping and screams rang out as the questioning thought was it really then enter your mind as you passed out. Elijah growled lowly when he found you gently and carefully picked you up.

"You found her." Kol said eyes narrowing seeing the state you were in as Rebekah rushed over.

"She'll need blood, let's get her out of here then deal with Aurora." Elijah said calmly as he was angry and Klaus joined them frowning seeing how hurt you where. They got you home and Elijah washed you frowning seeing the wounds you had and dressed you.

"Let me give her blood." Rebekah said biting her wrist as Elijah tilted your head back as Rebekah gave you her blood.

"I don't understand how Hayley could allow Y/N to be taken." Kol growled looking at you as you were slowly healing even while Kol and Rebekah was taking turns to feed you their blood.

"From what she told Marcel was that they took Jackson too. She didn't think Jackson would survive."

"No Y/N wouldn't. She has only been a vampire for three years." Rebekah tells Elijah as Kol was feeding you more of his blood. It took a day for you to wake up and your scream woke your lovers and Elijah wrapped his arms around you.

"Shhhh sweetling, you're safe, your home." Elijah whispered in your ear holding you tightly as you calmed down panting flinching away when Elijah kissed your temple. Elijah frowned when you pushed yourself away from him.

"Don't Kol, she is panicked." Elijah said softly stopping Kol from run to you as he got off your bed. Your breathing was shallow as memories were piecing themselves together while you climbed back in bed.

"How is she?" Rebekah asked when she walked up hearing your screaming Kol was frowning.

"Panicked. What do we do 'Lijah?"

"Let her process what happened and that she is safe." Elijah says softly watching you curl up into a ball. Klaus growled lowly pacing as three days passed you were doing better but didn't allow your lovers to touch you that wasn't platonic then there were moments you would flinch seeing blood or any knifes and daggers.

"I'm going to kill Aurora."

"No Nik. She is my first Sired, let me." Rebekah growled as Elijah sat thinking, you weren't feeding making them slip blood in your drinks. You weren't sleeping well waking up from nightmares and refusing them to comfort you.

"Aurora will die but we need to focus on our little vamp." Kol said worried about you watching you with Camille. You were smiling but it didn't reached your eyes.

"Nightmares I understand but pushing us away?"

"Maybe let her go?" They turned their heads seeing Hayley standing there arms crossed.

"Hayley." Klaus growled a warning as she rolled her eyes looking at Elijah.

"Look clearly she is a lost cause so stick her somewhere were she isn't a bother. The first Sired needs to be taken care of and you guys are too busy taking care of Y/N."

"No we won't abandon her!"

"Rebekah is right Hayley. She needs us also Tristan is in hiding with Aurora worried we are knocking on his door."

"Which we are." Klaus said as you walked back in with Camille rushing back up to your bedroom not looking at the Mikaelsons.

"How is she, Camille?"

"Honestly? A reck, Aurora did a number on her. Just don't give up on her, Aurora told her some nasty things."

"Thank you Camille." Elijah said as the human nodded then sent Rebekah up to you first.

"You guys know she won't be the same right?"

"Of course but she'll be stronger like a Phoenix." Klaus said smirking. Later that night you had another nightmare and Rebekah stood at door.

"Sweetheart?"

"Beka." You rasped out holding your arms out to her as Rebekah was quick to pull you against her as for the first time since you been back you let out a heart retching sob.

"Shhhhh I' m here I am not going anywhere, beautiful." Rebekah cooed softly as you nodded still crying when Kol came in unable to take your cries. To their surprise you let Kol hold you as you rolled over clinging to him.

Then scent of nutmeg and lavender with warm vanilla filled your senses you know the scents belonged to Kol and Rebekah. It brought comfort as you finally felt safe as you buried yourself in their arms.

"Rebekah? Kol?" Freya whispered finding them in your room she got teary eyed seeing you nuzzled up to Rebekah as Kol had his face pressed against your back.

"Freya? Something wrong?"

"Look Elijah." Freya whispered as he looked into your bedroom his eyes softened as his heart swelled with joy seeing you seeking comfort finally.

They found Aurora and while Elijah took care of Tristan. Aurora was left in the mercy of Klaus, Rebekah and Kol which the three showed Aurora just why most didn't dare get near you.

"Did you kill her?" Elijah asked seeing his all too pleased siblings.

"Oh no. We sealed her away in a wall making her believe there will be a point in time that we will kill her.

"I see. Just how did you do this ?"

"Compelled her. Rebekah made her believe that I was coming to save her. Klaus said smirking as Elijah smiled.

"Ah. Better than me dumping Tristan in the ocean." Elijah says smirking as they now shift their attention on you and taking out Lucien.

You stood outside of Klaus's bedroom and stepped inside while Rebekah Kol was great but you missed your wolf.

"Nik?"

"Oh. Love come here." Klaus said half asleep as you rushed into his arms. You drowned yourself in his scent of old paint with the under tone was warm spice.

"Nik."

"Shhhh love don't cry. You're still weak, you'll get sick." Klaus said softly as you hummed a quiet okay. You sighed nuzzling into his neck while he rubbed your back and for the first night since you gotten back you got to sleep without nightmares.

You were doing better more and more each day finally feeding and allowing your lovers touch and cuddle you as you weren't ready for intimacy. But you still stayed away from Elijah until the others left for a night to find out what Lucien was up to.

Your scream rang out waking Hayley and Elijah. The scent of pine, bourbon and spices as one thought rang through your head....Elijah.

"Shhh baby. I'm here you're safe." Elijah whispered in your ear waiting for you to push him away but was surprised when you rolled over latching on to him.

"Eli. I was doing so well. You must think I'm weak." You said weakly as he just held you closer kissing your head rubbing your back.

"No no baby. I don't think you're weak. You have been so strong." Elijah whispered squeezing you gently.

"But I trying to be stronger for you.... like Hayley." You tell him as it clicked for Elijah why you hadn't came to him like you did the others.

"Baby, I don't want you like Hayley. Strong or not I love you and wish you would need me too."

"I always need you. I love you too." You whispered relaxing in him hold as he lulled you back to sleep. Later that night the others joined you two surrounding you with warmth and love as you finally felt safe and at home.

#rere's stories #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #mikaelson family angst

[lancermylove]

Teenager MC 8: Dad’s Home! (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Could you do a one-shot where Lucifer arrives home after a looong day and walks in on his brothers laughing up a storm because teen MC accidentally exclaimed "Dad's home!" when they saw him?

A/N: Anon, I am SO sorry for taking so long! >< I like to write one-shot in one go, and recently I’ve been very busy. I hope you like it! 

Word Count: 2,287

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Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. First, Lucifer stayed up all night to finish a report for the RAD council. Then in the morning, his brothers ended up arguing and got into a food fight, so he had to forgo breakfast. When he got to RAD, he learned that Diavolo ran away to escape his responsibilities, leaving Lucifer a tall stack of papers to read and sign. On top of that, since the butler was out searching for the prince, the Avatar of Pride had to take care of Barbatos's student council work as well. For this reason, he had to ignore his rumbling stomach and skip lunch.

Just when Lucifer thought he could rest, a fight broke out between two lesser demons. Then he got caught in the middle of a prank and got doused in water, followed by pink glitter. There went his new clothes. After he left RAD, the raven-haired man stopped to get a snack but got attacked by hungry Devildom birds and had to give up his food. When he decided to head home, Diavolo showed up and asked Lucifer to save him from Barbatos; instead of helping the prince, the Avatar of Pride gave him a lecture which drained the remaining energy from his exhausted body. So, by the time Lucifer reach the House of Lamentation, he had no strength left.

All he wanted to do was eat, go straight to his room, and drink wine while listening to his favorite CD. The demon expected all his brothers to be busy with school work, but instead, he found them in the living room in a rather chaotic state. Mammon was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing up a storm; Levi sat on one of the sofas with both hands over his mouth, trying to suppress his chuckles; Satan leaned against Asmo's shoulder, laughing and wiping his tears, while Asmo pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips and giggled; Beel held onto his stomach and repeatedly hit one of his large hands on the center table, laughing heartily; the youngest brother was curled up on the couch beside his twin, chuckling. You stood near the fireplace, biting down on your lower lip, but as soon as you saw Lucifer, you covered your mouth quickly, hoping he didn't hear your words. 

Seeing the state of his family, Lucifer felt like hitting his head on a wall. All eyes turned to him, expecting him to question them or cross his arms and frown at their behavior, but the eldest brother chose to turn on his heels and dragged his feet towards his bedroom.

Asmo and Satan stopped laughing and exchanged glances as soon as they saw him exit the room. Belphie saw his older brothers' reactions and wondered what happened. He tugged on Beel's shirt to get him to stop laughing. Levi blinked in confusion, questioning why his tyrant brother walked away without saying a word. Mammon didn't get the message and continued laughing until Satan threw a pillow at him.

"Hey, whatcha do that for?" The Avatar of Greed asked as he sat up and smoothed out his disheveled hair.

"Is Luci okay?" You questioned, not expecting him to give such an unusual reaction, "Should...we go check on him?"

Before anyone could reply to your question, a familiar voice interrupted, "Pardon my intrusion, but would Lucifer happen to be here?"

"He just came home," you replied, "hey, Barbatos, did something happen to Lucifer? He...didn't seem like himself."

"I thought that may be the case," the butler touched his chin and sighed before explaining the events that took place throughout Lucifer's day.

"You know, Luci always does so much for us," you mumbled and glanced at the ground, "we always cause trouble for him, but he still takes care of us. I think this time, we should do something for him!"

Your lips tugged into a smile as you held up your curled hands close to your face, "Let's turn his bad day into a good day."

The brothers pondered for a second, and Asmo was the first to speak, "I agree. Whenever I have fashion emergencies, I can always count on Lucifer to help me."

Beel nodded in agreement, "Whenever I ask him for his food, he gives it to me. Also...he took care of Lilith a lot."

Belphie's muscles momentarily stiffened at hearing his sister's name, but he regained his composure. "He locked me in the attic to protect me...even though I caused him trouble."

Levi twirled the cable of his headphone around his index finger while mumbling, "He always makes sure my bank account is full, so I can buy all the games I want."

"He takes Goldie away from me," Mammon sighed and averted his eyes, "but to keep me from running into debt."

All eyes turned to Satan, waiting for him to add his point to the conversation. The Avatar of Wrath crossed his arms as the corners of his lips turned down, "What? You really want me to say something nice about Lucifer?"

"Come on, Satan," you pouted, "you know he has done nice things for you. Admit it! It's not like Lucifer is around to hear you praising him."

After a moment of silence, the blond man shook his head and admitted defeat. "Fine, even though I always hated him, Lucifer still looked out for me."

"See, that wasn't hard, was it?" You chuckled, earning a deeper frown from him.

"Seems like all of you have the situation under control," Barbatos smiled, "Then I shall take my leave. If you require my aid, then do let me know. Please excuse me."

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Asmo opened the door to his elder brother's room and peeked inside. "Luci? Sorry, to disturb you."

The Avatar of Pride sat on the chair next to the fireplace with his arms crossed over his chest and head thrown back. He didn't open his eyes but motioned his brother to come inside.

"What's wrong?" Luci asked in a sapped voice, slightly opening his eyes.

"I need you to come with me." Asmo took hold of his brother's hand and helped him to his feet before Lucifer could protest in any way.

"Can this wait?"

"No, sorry!" Asmo forced a small smile as he studied his sibling's lifeless face.

Upon reaching his room, the Avatar of Lust asked his sibling to lie on his bed faced down. At first, the elder brother looked at Asmo with a raised eyebrow, but lacking the strength to protest, he gave in. While the other brothers fulfilled their duties, Asmo kept Lucifer busy with a body and face massage.

"Asmo, what is going on?" The raven-haired man asked in a muffled voice.

"Shh, no talking allowed. Just relax." The Avatar of Lust cooed as he worked his fingers to break the pent-up tension in his brother's muscles. In the meantime, Belphie and Levi snuck into Luci's room to draw him a relaxing bath with candles and soothing music.

"D-Do you really think this will help?" Levi asked while lighting the silver-colored candles around the black bathtub.

"It will help. Besides, we need to give Asmo time to sneak out and buy Lucifer a new outfit. Levi, while I add the final touches, go tell Asmo we're done."

After Belphie added the remaining petals in the bathtub, he made his way to the kitchen to check on his twin and Mammon.

"Beel! Don't touch that," Mammon loudly said as he whacked the top of his younger brother's hand, "Remember, we are cookin' for Lucifer."

"Beel, are you hungry again?" Belphie chuckled, stepping into the kitchen to find his twin pouting. The Avatar of Gluttony touched his growling stomach and nodded once.

"How are ya still hungry? You ate everything we made just a few minutes ago," Mammon sighed and shook his head in disapproval, "Belphie, will ya make sure he doesn't eat any of Lucifer's food? We don't have enough ingredients to cook everything again."

"I p-promise I won't eat anything." The orange-haired demon lowered his head and looked at the older demon through his bangs.

"Don't gimme that look. We'll getcha somethin' to eat after, 'kay?"

Beel's eyes lit as he vigorously nodded, "Let me help you with the vegetables."

"So, how's everything goin' on your end?" Mammon asked as monitored the food on the stove.

"Lucifer got his massage and should be relaxing in the tub. Asmo will leave to buy his new outfit soon." Belphie leaned again the wall and watched Beel rhythmically chopping the red, green, and orange vegetables.

“What about Satan and (Y/N)? Did they message ya?” 

“Yeah, Satan said (Y/N) gave an earful to Diavolo for giving Lucifer and Barbatos a hard time,” Belphie smiled and rolled his long bang between his right thumb and index finger, “I wish I could’ve been there.” 

----

Meanwhile, you and Satan worked with the prince and his demon butler to finish some of Lucifer's student council work. 

"Prince Diavolo, I apologize for crossing my limits earlier, but you are the Ruler of Devildom. That means you have certain responsibilities to fulfill whether you like it or not," you huffed, "you can’t push those duties on others. Lucifer and Barbatos already do quite a lot for you, so please don't give them a difficult time. Promise me, you won't."

Satan pressed his lips into a firm line to hold back his laughter while Barbatos quietly chuckled to himself. Diavolo exhaled loudly and shook his head, feeling guilty for his actions. 

"I promise. Barbatos, deliver an apology gift basket to Lucifer on my behalf. Also, let him know that he has the day off tomorrow." 

"Of course, my lord." The green-haired butler glanced at you with a smile before exiting the room to purchase the present. 

----

An hour later, you and Satan return to the House of Lamentation to find Mammon and Beel heading to Lucifer's room with a tray in hand. As the four of you reached the Avatar of Pride's bedroom, you saw the remaining brothers waiting in front of the door.  

"Ah, seems like everyone is here," Asmo smiled and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, we are coming inside." 

The Avatar of Pride was stunned to see the group enter his room but stared wordlessly. He scanned all of your faces with unreadable eyes, waiting for one of you to speak. 

"Here," Mammon broke the silence as he set the food tray on the center table, followed by Beel. "We heard you haven't eaten today..." 

Lucifer lifted the silver cloches to find three meals, an appetizer, main course, and dessert, messily arranged on fine china plates with intricate gold patterns. He examined the dishes but stopped to stare at the cake with a missing piece. 

"B-Beel, you promised you wouldn't eat anything," Mammon rested his hands on his hips and shot a glare towards his younger brother. 

"S-Sorry...I couldn't wait to eat," The Avatar of Gluttony innocently replied. 

To everyone's surprise, Lucifer started chuckling, "Thank you, Mammon, Beel." 

"Luci, I got you a new replacement outfit," Asmo chimed, "Though I must say, you looked quite good covered in pink glitter." 

"Oh, I also have something I would like to tell you," you chirped and clapped your hand together, "you have the day off tomorrow!" 

The raven-haired glanced at you with wide eyes, but before he could ask you why a loud knock echoed through the bedroom. All heads turned to see Barbatos stepping in with a large gift basket. "Pardon me, but Lucifer, Lord Diavolo asked me to deliver this on his behalf. He also wishes to apologize to you for causing you trouble today." 

For a while, the Avatar of Pride grew quiet as he pieced the events of the day together. His lips curled up into a rather soft smile, "Thank you, everyone, for turning my day around, but I advise you not to get used to this kinder side of mine. I am curious about one thing though, what were all of you laughing at earlier today?"  

"Oh dear, look at the time," Asmo gasped as he covered his cheeks,  "I need to go moisturize my bedroom." 

Mammon watched Asmo skip out of the room and quickly added, "Uh, I think I left the stove on. Lemme go turn it off before the house burns down."

Levi looked around the room nervously as Mammon ran out of the room. "Um, I w-will go get g-gasoline to put out the fire..." The Avatar of Envy stiffly walked out the room, nearly tripping over his feet. 

"I need to finish a report and pull an all-nighter," Belphie mumbled before turning on his heels and quickly sliding his feet across the hardwood floor. 

"I need to go burn my book," Satan said and power walked out, mentally beating himself for making a senseless excuse.

Beel tilted his head to one side and blinked, "Why did everyone leave?" 

"I should return to the castle to babysi- I mean to attend to Lord Diavolo," Barbatos chuckled and excused himself. 

"Uh, I need to...go summon the devil. See ya!" You flashed a toothy grin and raced out of the room. Lucifer watched all of you with one eyebrow tugged up. 

"Beel," he shifted his attention to the only remaining brother, "tell me, why was everyone laughing earlier?" 

The tall demon chuckled, remembering your word, and blurted, "When (Y/N) saw you at the front door, they ran into the living room and said 'dad's home'." 

"Dad...," Lucifer slumped on the sofa and touched his forehead with his thumb and index finger, "is that what (Y/N) thinks of me as? I suddenly don't feel well." 

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About the Boueibu iceberg

@delphoxqueen asked me to explain about my list for the iceberg so here it is. I might update this from time to time with links and stuff if I stumble across the original posts. This is all from what I know so feel free to add new info. Also, spoiler warning for RobiHachi and the Boueibu manga and novels. (This is like a masterpost it’s very long)

1. There’s a theory in tumblr about which decade the series is set in, using data like the friday the 13th calendar in s2 ep11. In HK we got a second number for when the next monthly Pretty Boy Contest was happening and using the one from Love it was theorized that around a decade had passed since then, which ended up being true.

2. The stage play had a few original songs and characters exclusive to it so unless you watched the full performance, you probably weren’t able to witness all of them. One of the characters is called “Robato Deniro”, as romanized in the stage play booklet I own.

3. The nurse and the cafeteria staff from the s1 mobile game appear in the background in around the first half of s2 ep3.

4. S2 had an unfinished manga that was only available online and was never released on physical format; it was centered around the defense club and sometimes the conquest club and Beppu brothers. All that’s left from what I know are the scans linked on magicalgirlsandcerulean’s blog.

5. This isn’t that obscure because it’s talked about in the anime, but I’m mentioning it because I think many people dropped it before the ova, where right at the beginning it is revealed that the alien that resucitated Mr. Tawarayama twice was, as described by Io, a “mulberry-colored naked mole rat-looking thing”, and was nicknamed “Moley-san” by Yumoto. At least in the anime, we had never heard before of who this was and it never appeared on screen nor was mentioned again.

6. In HK ep8, Karurusu promises the knights to grant a wish if they show him how earthlings spend summer. Kyoutarou reveals at the end of the episode that he wished that summer lasted one more day so he could spend it doing nothing, which prompts Ichiro to theorize that it’s the 32nd of august, and the next day is the second 1st of september.

7. The stage play was was held from march 10th to 13rd, of which the latter is Ryuu’s birthday. There’s an additional recording of a small celebration with cake focused on Ryuu and Io.

8. Atsushi mentions his older sister in the flashback at the beginning of s1 ep4, but she never appears or is mentioned again.

9. There’s a few posts on tumblr theorizing about what happened to the Hakone parents since Yumoto only says in s2 ep3 that according to Gora, “they are busy with their hot springs tour”. En mentions that it’s a bit suspicious, but it’s all the information we have from the anime. Posts talk about the parents perhaps passing away from an accident or an illness, thus the reason why Gora was so worried about Yumoto’s cold in s1 ep10, but from another post I think it’s implied in the second novel that they actually left their home when Yumoto was still a toddler.

10. It’s no secret that the surnames of the characters are all real onsens in Japan that even the seiyuus have visited, but apparently the Arima onsen has two different kinds of water, “kinsen (gold hot spring)” and “ginsen (silver hot spring)”, with different properties each, and the Kusatsu onsen water also has certain properties, both that were used to build the characters. Additionally, Ryuu’s favorite food are Sato Nishiki cherries, which are grown in the same prefecture, Yamagata, as his onsen, Zaou.

11. The press club lose relevance after s1, with only Kinosaki and Tazawa reappearing briefly in s2 ep2 to interview the Beppu twins after they arrive at the school. Tazawa doesn’t even have lines. Hireashi is mentioned by Zundar in ep11.

12. What the heck

13. Exclusively in the manga we see that Arima met Kinshiro and Atsushi when they were little and they were good friends, but when they met again as adults, Kinshiro seemingly didn’t remember Arima. Atsushi, however, stated that Kinshiro’s talent is remembering people’s faces and names, so Arima wonders if he’s just trying to distance himself from him. He also explains to Akoya that he follows Kinshiro and obeys him because as a child, he was fascinated by his radiant smile. This is never talked about in the anime.

14. Like the previous point, the anime never shows Akoya being bullied, at most just a slight dislike of his full name, but the manga shows that he was made fun of for it and how he actually hates his surname, to the point of introducing himself formally to the president and vicepresident of the student council as “Holy Angel Akoya”.

15, 16, 17, 19. Batonama lives were the livestreams done through the franchise by the defense club seiyuus on youtube and niconico. They’re all on youtube, without any kind of translation.

Love-ko is a girl with a shell bikini drawn on a piece of cardboard that was used as a girlfriend in the Batonama Love! lives, acted by the seiyuus themselves.

RobiHachi has one episode full of official Boueibu artwork and a parody of the series too, a Love-ko doll appears, and Wombat appears as well, named “The Don”. It received an english dub, so for a bit, people were excited that Wombat was going to speak in english too. Also, various mechas appear in both Boueibu and RobiHachi.

18. The director of Fairy Ranmaru (Masakazu Hishida if I’m not wrong) revealed in an interview that he was inspired by Boueibu and aimed to make a show like that.

20, 21. The website super-groupies.com has results for defense and conquest club lingerie sets, dc and VEPPer tote bags, the Beppus’ scarf rings, dc bath sets and the pumps magicalgirlsandcerulean mentioned. I’ve found the s1 Loveracelets and Caerula Adamas’ ring on different sites, the True Loveracelets on TheChara’s twitter and the Happybraces (apparently called “Hapibure”) on broccoli.co.jp but I’m not sure where exactly they were all announced and sold, so I’ll just drop that.

22, 33. Boueibu was originally pretty much a copy of Sailor Moon, I think they were all going to be called “Lackluster Moon” and that stuff and be literally Sailor Moon genderbent. They were all different from color palettes to physical features (except Yumoto’s), and Ryuu was a shota, even smaller than Yumoto. Their names were also very reminiscent of the five Sailor Senshis’. Even if they made it more original, the show is still clearly inspired by Sailor Moon (just look at Caerula Adamas lol) and Pretty Cure. It has also referenced, very blatantly, animes like Doraemon, Detective Conan, Aikatsu and even Vocaloid, when Kyoutarou tries to guess what Karurusu is saying with ““Just Google It, Asshole”?” in ep1.

23. Wombat’s real name and the name of his planet sound like gibberish to the earthlings and ends up being named after the Earth animal, but Zundar, Dadacha, Karurusu and Furanui all have original names. And I think Hireashi means “goldfish”?

24. If you google “zundar technology”, it’s actually a company in Shanghai, China. Aren’t Wombat and Zundar always talking about “advanced alien technology”?

25. Zundar and Dadacha are siblings, so are Karurusu and Furanui, and so are their father King Kamopapa and their uncle minister Wao, but neither are the same species and, except the first two, not even the same color. But they are supposedly related because they share birthmarks or something like that...

26. Everyone who’s in this fandom knows about the pixel blur and voice pitch censor from s1, but I’ve added it anyway because it’s so rare for mahou shoujo and shounen animes to explain why the heroes aren’t recognized when transformed.

27. A good while of s2 ep11 is spent discussing Zundar’s ex-wife and his problems to give child support. Naturally, he gets mad at this.

28. “Money doesn’t betray” (s1 ep6) and “The despair hidden behind your smile that comes from not being understood” (s3 ep11) are sentences that came out of nowhere and implied that the people they were said by (Io) or about (Taiju) respectively had some kind of angst going on but were never explained at all. They’re famous for just that.

29. The Beppu twins’ house in Andromeda shown in flashbacks had strange green circles that apparently are from another anime I don’t know but honestly I didn’t get it very well... It was revealed on a tweet from Takamatsu.

30. Alien language mostly appeared in s2 due to the many flashbacks of Aki and Haru in Andromeda, but in Boueibu s1, it appears on the Zundar Needle before it is shot on the human. It appears a lot through RobiHachi as well, due to being a story about travelling through space. There might be an alphabetical chart somewhere, but I can’t assure it exists, I might even have dreamed it.

31. Hikaru Midorikawa as the melon monster, Kousuke Toriumi as the bishounen monster, Yoshitsugu Matsuoka as the kotatsu and panda monsters and Takuya Eguchi as the remote controller monster in s1 and 2, before going on to voice the main cast in HK. Keisuke Koumoto voiced Hatchi Kita in RobiHachi as well as Akihiko in Boueibu, and the characters look similar.

A new addition is that so far Boueibu is the only anime I’ve seen where children weren’t voiced by female seiyuus, but by actual children. Personally, it’s charming and makes it so much more realistic, specifically since no women appear in the franchise at all either (not counting Protag-chan in the game).

32. Speaking of seiyuus, Can I Destroy The Earth? had a dub shown in ep11/12 (?) that made Gora the villain that wanted Earth to stay the same and not progress, against the monsters that supposedly wanted to bring good things to earthlings. Aki and Haru quickly dismissed this dub as fake. (I made a mistake in the title in the previous post btw)

34. As seen in the glossary in the Boueibu Mook (I think, but might not be the mook), Caerula Adamas’ speeches are based on an old japanese detergent commercial that went “Gold, silver, pearl, gift”.

35. In the manga there’s a short parody of the first chapter of Sailor Moon with “Pretty Boy Guardian Gakuran Akoya”. The conquest club manga was released before the anime, so I remember reading somewhere that a fake website appeared for the Gakuran Akoya manga, before turning into the conquest club manga website in the day of its release.

36. Cgi was used a few times in the anime: s2 ep10 for a short sequence of the defense club on a rollercoaster and the carousel monster, ep11 for a cenital shot of the Battle Lovers singing, and HK ep12 for the Honyalaland soldiers and the Wao mecha.

37. The toothbrush incident in s1 ep7. (It’s definitely well-known but it’s so weird lol)

38. “We hope we can see each other again someday!” Something along those lines was the last text to appear in the last episode of HK, implying a s2. We all know how that went.

#boueibu #new post bc i didn't put a readmore in the other one and it was getting too long #msorry #long post #speaking of the robihachi eng dub... sarazanmai has one too... #so many animes like those get dubs but not boueibu?! HOW UNFAIR #at least we got the funimation subs #is the game even canon?? #i mean with stuff like how everyone is apparently straight in there #even yumoto who pretty much came out as gay in the anime #that's very inconsistent #i mean. it is canon but maybe it's like an au? idk #also we need gakuran akoya to be real lmao #also no prequel with gora or hk s2. WHYYYY #i think this took me four hours

[alexkablob]

Okay, so, I was antsy about making a post on this, because I’ve gotten, uh, virulent pushback for speculating along these lines before, but here goes:

I am super worried about Winter Schnee going into the back half of V8.

Because, look, we’ve got the pspsps and are ya defecting son and all those memes for a reason, we’ve seen very clearly that Emerald, Marrow, and Winter’s internal conflicts in particular seem set up to see them defect from their current sides. Emerald’s slow-burn redemption arc is finally coming to a head as she prepares to decisively turn against Salem, Marrow’s ability to tolerate what he’s become a part of is being rapidly overwhelmed, and Winter is...

To put it simply: a human disaster.

My concern right now (under a read-more because it’s long as fuck) is this:

Marrow and Winter are...not the same, actually. Marrow is a lot newer to the Atlesian military, and it’s been repeatedly emphasized that he hasn’t fully internalized the Atlesian bullshit the way that the others have. Winter...is only a few years older than him, but she’s been absolutely marinated in the fascism sauce, and she had Ironwood paying her special attention in recruiting her and mentoring her. I love Winter, but one of the scariest things in the show was the moment when she earnestly, compassionately tried to explain to Penny how to justify being complicit in a war crime to your own conscience.

And, well, building off of the above, I’ll just put it bluntly: most of the differences between Marrow and Winter’s respective worldviews and willingness to abandon them boil down to the fact that Marrow has been a target of Atlesian state violence his entire life while Winter, for all the shit she’s endured, has always been one of the most privileged people in the entire kingdom. Winter found (what she sees as) acceptance and a support structure in the Atlesian military; Marrow has had it constantly emphasized to him that he doesn’t fit in. Ren senses conflict in Winter, and he doesn’t in Marrow, because Marrow isn’t actually conflicted, he’s just working up the courage to act on it.

But I’m not here to demonize Winter: Winter is someone who wants to do the right thing. Winter is someone who wants to make the world better. And she’s someone who is very uncomfortable with the things she’s been ordered to do in the last two days. But she’s also someone who has very much internalized the greater good mentality that Ironwood embodies, and is deep in the sunk-cost fallacy, and that all means she’s conflicted—every time an opportunity for her to chose her side has come up so far, she’s found a way to avoid making it. First with her two younger sisters—the one by blood and the one by choice, who she couldn’t have stopped even if she’d resolved to—and now with letting Team JYR go on what she sees as a suicide mission.

In a vaccum, I think that Winter would choose right. Left to her own devices, and to the devices of Weiss and Penny, she would choose to betray Ironwood and help them. But...Winter doesn’t seem to be on a path to meet them at Schnee manor, and you would expect Weiss in particular to be heavily involved with Winter changing sides. That could change! If there’s anything we’ve seen this volume so far, it’s how quickly the situation can change entirely.

But in the short term...

Winter has been sent on a suicide mission to destroy the whale. A mission that I would be highly surprised to see succeed, but the scary thing is...

Winter has a very high chance of coming face-to-face with Salem.

Salem. The master manipulator. The one who, as Hazel just reminded us, knows exactly how to break people with the futility of fighting her. The one who, as the fandom has been commenting on for weeks, already bent someone very much like Winter to her will in the form of Cinder. That’s who Winter, in the most incredibly vulnerable mindset, has been sent into the jaws of.

That’s what I’m afraid of. Because Salem has already offered to spare Atlas in exchange for their cooperation once—an offer that Ironwood rejected out of hand, and an offer that Penny (who has also been influenced by the Atlesian mindset, but decisively rejected it) pondered about accepting after presumably being told about it by Team RWBY. An offer that Winter was not in the room to hear.

It’s not a question of whether or not Salem can manipulate Winter by making her think collaboration is the only way to save Atlas. All she would have to do is tell her oh, your bravery is wasted on Ironwood, he’s sent you here to die because he doesn’t know when to quit, you know his leadership has led your people to ruin but you can still save them from oblivion, you can still do the right thing, take matters into your own hands, be the hero that Atlas needs—or you can watch them fall at my side and be the last daughter of Atlas to perish.

Winter Schnee is the biggest wild card in play right now, and nobody has realized it—not Ironwood, not Ruby, and certainly not herself. But Salem could eat her alive without even trying, and I’m terrified that she’ll soon have the opportunity to.

#rwby #winter schnee #y'all PLEASE don't hate on me for this #I will say I'm happy with how anything could go #but I admit I'd be REALLY into this happening and it would honestly rocket Winter up to one of my favorite characters #because I love disasters #and it's just such a narratively JUICY concept #anyway lots of things to be afraid of in v8.2