#PS: I also have a bunch of asks to answer...

[soulinheehee]

Hii Tosha !!! ⚘️⚘️

So i was again thinking about Arle and family, then i remembered one of you last fics.... So how do you think Arlecchino and the Reader would introduce the newborn to Lyney, Lynnette and Freminet???

Ps:: Happy late birthday !!!!

New addition to Fontaine siblings

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘵. 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵, 𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦

˚⁺‧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘖𝘝 (𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉

˚⁺‧ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: ushsuahjhhhh thank you anonn!!🙏 dw i got ur ask back in November, it really made me smile) i really liked this idea and i didn't want to rush it so i held onto it for a bit (pls pretend that 1,5 month is a bit). back then it was also freminet's event, and I got so attached to him (even more than i was), so i wanted to try something new and started writing in his POV. buuut i was really busy with another fic and also with other things. and now im busy with updating my working space 😵‍💫 i also think this will be it, no more baby fics, this one's the last one. so anyway, I hope you don't mind the wait. happy Orthodox Christmas 🎄

previous part

There wasn't really any reason for the two of them to visit Snezhnaya. Lyney was widely known among the higher ranks of Fatui as the Knave's future successor, sure, but Lynette and Freminet?

The boy sighed as their carriage reached the House of the Hearth's main building. Don't think anything, Freminet was very happy to meet with "Father" of course, but the whole trip still felt somewhat meaningless considering she already visited them as often as her job could allow. Although she and "Mother" were absent lately...

Lyney, Lynette and Freminet entered the building; lots of children surrounded them immediately. Some very young, some older, and some almost the same age as them, -- all of them were, technically, their siblings. Although Freminet still couldn't shake the feeling of being surrounded by strangers off. But, weren't they actually strangers? They were siblings in name, but the three of them met almost all of these children for the first time. It was too much to bear, too many unknown people, looking so expecting at them, at him...

The servants showed the siblings where their room (Lyney insisted on having one for all of them, sensing Freminet's subtle discomfort, as well as being too used to sharing everything with Lynette), and after they unpacked their things, Lynette asked:

"I heard from the maids that "Father" has been staying at the House for a while now.. you two want to go see her now, or wait for dinner?"

Both boys remained silent for a few moments. Lynette really was on a more casual terms with "Father"... so much so that it sometimes scared them. She really missed her, even if she was usually the one who was getting scolded the most... Lyney looked quite nervous, and Freminet wasn't sure. He wanted to meet "Father", but he felt overwhelmed right now, even though the process of unpacking his stuff eased some of his stress.

But if he didn't go search for "Father" with Lynette right now, his next chance would be dinner. Dinner with other children. With a bunch of strangers who would definitely cast their curious glances at him, dissecting his every little movement in their childish curiosity...

"I'll go with you, Lynette. Just give me a moment..." Freminet finally mustered the will to answer. He was happy that Lynette actually waited for him to answer. As for Lyney...

"Sorry, Lynette, but I have to run some arrangements before delivering intel that we gathered..."

Oh, right. Important intel. The reason why they have arrived in Snezhnaya in the first place...

Freminet didn't know what the intel actually was, but Lyney insisted they deliver it personally, and from his words Freminet knew instantly that this information was so important that it couldn't have been handed to an agent. "Father" had also sent a letter, requesting their arrival.

This was also the holiday season. Freminet noticed all the decorations all around the House. This all felt very similar to how they celebrate New Year in Fontaine, although different.

A part of him wanted to think that the "important intel" was just an excuse to gather together as a family for the holiday.

And so, the younger siblings went searching for their "Father", leaving their older brother to join them later.

They easily found out that "Father" has been staying in her room for some time now. Why -- they weren't sure.

Though the siblings did find out why when they actually approached "Father's" room. Sounds of commotion behind the door, as well as the faint scent of milk that Freminet remembers from his childhood.

Lynette knocked on the door. ""Father"?"

The door opened some time after, when Lynette looked at Freminet and almost wanted to knock a second time. The sight they saw was almost scary in a way: "Father" looked very tired, her hair and makeup a mess, and Freminet was afraid to even begin imagining what happened to her.

"Children," "Father" greeted, her voice slightly more quiet than usual. The siblings bowed their heads in a greeting as well. "I wasn't expecting you to go searching for me right now.."

"Did we interrupt you?" Freminet asked, worry visible on his face.

"It wasn't anything too big," "Father" answered.

Oh, so we did interrupt, the thought instantly appeared in Freminet's mind.

"And where's your older brother?"

Lynette was about to reply when suddenly the said older brother appeared next to them. Lyney took his hat and held it next to his chest, bowing his head. "Father" reciprocated the greeting. Wait, did Freminet and Lynette really take so much time to look where "Father" was that Lyney has already finished.. whatever he was doing? Well that's a little embarrassing...

Though Freminet could swear that throughout the whole conversation the commotion behind the door never stopped. He could occasionally see "Mother" running around behind "Father".

"You look very troubled, "Father"," Lyney said. "If there's at least anything we could--"

He was abruptly interrupted by a sound that came from inside "Father's" chambers. "Father" took a few short moments to look at the kids before turning her attention to the sound source inside the room. The siblings exchanged glances.

After some time, "Father" returned, inviting them inside. And inside her shared bedroom with "Mother" they discovered...

... A cradle, with a newborn baby sleeping in it.

Now it makes sense, Freminet thought. "Father" and "Mother's" absence in past few months, their tired look, the sounds, the scent of milk... It was because they were taking care of... their (?) child.

"This is your little sister," "Mother" said quietly. She told the siblings the name that she and "Father" chose for the little girl. Freminet didn't know what to think even... He sat on the bed to have a better look and the baby. She looked just like any other newborn, but somehow, he felt like she was different from any other. Something about her felt special, and Freminet couldn't understand what and why he felt this way about her.

"Father" smiled: "Happy you're not the youngest one anymore?"

Freminet met her eyes, but quickly averted his gaze. "I.. don't know."

"I don't really understand something, though," Lyney rested his hand on his chin. "Why adopting such a young baby? Wouldn't it be easier to take care of one at least a little older?" He soundes very unsure of dhis words, as if "Father" would scold him for asking.

She didn't though, and only gave Lyney a tired smile: "She's not adopted. Y/N gave birth recently."

The siblings looked at "Father" and "Mother" in shock.

"Wait, but who's the father then?"

Lynette! What are you doing!!!

She probably meant biological, but both brothers still got scared for their sister's safety.

But it was Lynette's turn to get a smile from "Father".

"Lynette, you're offending me," she said.

...

"How the hell did you two do this." Lynette's expression was priceless, deadpan yet with easily readable, almost comical shock. ""Father", what else do we not know about you."

But "Mother", barely holding back her laugh, came to Lynette:

"No-no, not like that, Lynette!" She hugged the girl who still looked like her whole world has turned upside down.

"Then how?.."

"Science," answered "Mother". Now everything seemed logical to Freminet, how else would two women be able to have children together?

"Why did you say it? I wanted to tease her for a little longer," "Father" said.

"Please don't, you scared the poor girl enough already."

This whole time Freminet was sitting next to his newborn sister. Lyney then came to them, sat next to his brother and asked:

"Was this why you called for us? To tell us about the baby?"

"Father" nodded: "Partially. Your mother couldn't go to Fontaine due to pregnancy. She really missed you three, so I thought we could spend the holidays together as a family."

Lyney looked a bit down after hearing this. "But aren't holidays over already?.."

"Father" sat next to the boys, and hugged "Mother" closer to herself.

"In Mondstadt and Fontaine -- yes, but in Snezhnaya, the holiday week is after the new year, not before." She exchanged glances with "Mother".

"We wanted to let you spend the holidays with your friends first."

There was now no space left on the bed's edge when Lynette joined the rest of the family there. "When she grows old enough to make it through the travel, will you be taking her to Fontaine with you?"

"I actually thought we could use you three as free babysitters," "Father" said. Freminet recognized it as a joke, but he was still scared of the possible future where he'd have to take care of a little kid.

"Mother" was visibly exhausted, and rested on "Father's" shoulder. Mother... Freminet still felt weird calling someone else like this. Even more since the title of Mother belonged to Her Majesty. She was considered the orphans' mother, and Freminet could make peace with it, but actually referring to someone as mother, even though she was the wife of his "Father"?...

He shook the unpleasant thoughts away. This wasn't the time.

Instead, he extended his hand to the baby and gently stroked her head.

"Father" sighed, resting her hand on Lyney's shoulder.

"I've been neglecting the three of you lately," she said with a slightly sad smile. "I'm sorry." The words felt like they were said in a foreign language. Freminet very rarely heard "Father" apologize, in fact, when he thought about it, there were barely any cases.

"Oh, "Father"".. it's not like we're young kids who need attention all the time," Lynette answered, and Lyney smiled. Then, both twins looked expectingly at Freminet.

"Oh, um, yes.. We can take of ourselves," he said. He then looked at his newborn sister again. "And we understand that there's someone who needs your care and attention more than we do."

"Glad to hear you're not mad at us," "Mother" said.

"Father":

"It's late. Head to your room and rest for now. We'll have a family banquet on seventh, could I expect you to prepare a little show though?"

Lyney smiled as he got up: "Of course, "Father"! Will be done."

And so they wished each other good night.

When Freminet was falling asleep, he thought to himself: maybe he is a little excited he's not the youngest one anymore.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #arlecchino #freminet #lyney #lynette #arlecchino x reader #freminet x reader #lyney x reader #lynette x reader #female reader #wlw

[millersdjarin]

Some Invisible String

Chapter I: High Tide

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: E (eventually)

Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn't know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he's too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers.

Tags/Warnings: eventual smut, post tlou part I, jackson era joel <3, emotion!!!

Chapter length: 3.3k

notes: my first multi-chapter joel fic! overall title is from taylor swift's "invisible string", chapter I title also from taylor, "this love" ♥︎ eventual smut will be here too! so far it's going to be 5 chapters :) enjoy! ps. i recently switched to writing in second person but when i wrote this fic i was still writing in first person, hope u don't mind! will be posting updates regularly

I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea. Really, I don’t. 

But, then again, nothing has been a good idea in twenty years, and I’m still here. So, there’s that. 

One minute I was out hunting in the snow, tracking a deer that made itself vulnerable in the woods beside a half-frozen creek. If I could get him, I thought, it’d keep me going with food for a week at least. Best thing about winter: food stays fresh in the cold. 

Worst thing: everything else. Literally everything else. 

Because now, what started as a quick hunt with an almost-guaranteed prize at the end, has ended in me literally fighting for my fucking life, rolling around in foot-deep snow as runners try to rip the shit out of me. 

It doesn’t help that the commotion has led a bunch of local hunters—who clearly had the same idea as me—to my location. They’ve got the deer, they’ve shot me in the leg, and I’m either going to bleed out, get bitten, or get eaten by infected. 

So, this is great. 

Blood rushing in my ears, I seize the moment a hunter shoots one of the nearby runners and use it to take shelter behind a rock for a minute, surrounded by the groans and screams of infected who are still searching for me or attacking the hunters. Gunshots ring loud throughout the air, along with the smashing of a few molotovs as the bottles hit the snow, the roaring of flames as they engulf bodies. 

My leg is bleeding into the snow. Actually, it’s damn near gushing, pulsing out with each beat of my heart. 

Footsteps are getting closer to me. I try to put pressure on the wound, but the bullet is still there, and it fucking hurts, and my vision is going blurry. The screams of infected are getting less and less as, presumably, the men take them out. 

I’m not bitten. Not yet. But that’s the least of my worries, if the pool of red snow I’m creating below me is anything to go by. 

It’s starting to leech into the snow surrounding the rock, easily giving away my location. As the last infected screams with a squelch of a blade into one of its body parts, one of the men shouts, “Hey! She’s over there! Flank her!” 

Ha. As if they even need to flank me. 

My head is spinning. Blood, shiny and thick, coats my hands. It’s all over me. It’s fucking everywhere. It won’t stop bleeding. 

I’m going to fucking die. 

These men are going to kill me, or do worse while they wait for me to die. Surviving the apocalypse as a woman is a fucking joke. 

I reach for my gun, but there are spots in my vision now. Dark red and black. It’s a mixture of real blood in my eyes and blood loss making me dizzy. I can feel it fading. All of it. The cold, the feeling in my body, the sound around me, everything…

It’s fading. 

There are heavy, men’s footsteps getting closer. 

I’m just debating whether I have the strength to fight back, or even to just end it all myself before they get chance, when I hear it. 

A new gun. A new set of voices. The hunters’ attention is turned away from me once more as their footsteps crunching in the snow turn away and head for whoever else has decided to grace us with their presence. 

It doesn’t matter. I’m out anyway. After all this time, all this fighting, after everything I’ve lost—I’m going to die here in the snow, in the middle of nowhere in Jackson County, after being shot by a fucking hunter. 

Then, I hear a voice. 

It could be a southern accent. I could swear that it is - that it’s real.

But I always knew that in my last moments I’d hear him, real or not. It’s been ten years, but I still hear him in the night sometimes, as I’m falling asleep or jolting awake. Sometimes when I get injured, I hear him tutting, I feel his fingers on my skin, patching me up. 

Now, sitting here dying in the snow, I could swear that it’s him.

It’s not. It can’t be. 

But as the last of my consciousness fades, as I feel the final thread of me begin to fray, I let myself believe that it is. 

I hold onto the sound. So clear, like he’s right there next to me. 

I never wanted to die alone. I’m going to pretend that I won’t. 

“Joel…” I feel his name slip through my lips for the first time in years. 

His name, and his voice saying my name in return, are the last things I hear before I go. 

-

Well, goddamn. 

If this is hell, there is no fire, so it could be worse; but if it’s heaven, Jesus, I don’t want it.

I can’t even wake up. My eyes feel heavy. It’s like I’m clawing back to consciousness after a bad fever. After a surgery that went wrong. Before I can even think or begin to open my eyes or listen for sounds, I can feel that every inch of me hurts. Like I’ve been cut open, rearranged, and sewn back together again. 

So, it’s not heaven. Cool. Fine. I’m going to suffer for eternity, then? 

Except, when I hear it, I freeze. (Metaphorically speaking. I’m already frozen in whatever spot I’ve been cursed to.) 

“She’s waking up.” That isn’t Joel. But it’s similar, and familiar. It sounds like...

Why the hell is Tommy here?

Then, it’s his voice again. My name, in Joel’s voice. 

If nothing else, the confusion gets me to force my eyes open. 

And the first thing I see is him. 

“Hey,” Joel says, “can you hear me? Wake up…you’re safe…” 

I blink a few times. Then, beneath the pain in my body, I realise that I’m warm. I’m under something soft and cosy; a wool blanket, it feels like, if the scratching against my bare arms is anything to go by. 

Any other sensation doesn’t really matter right now, though, because I can’t take my eyes off of Joel. He’s just there, hovering above me with even more creases on his forehead than I remember, an especially big one sitting between his eyebrows right now that looks like someone’s drawn it there. 

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” he sounds distant but close all at once, and soft and gruff just like he used to. 

“I…” I manage to stammer while I vaguely register that there is daylight around us, though it’s fading into shades of amber and pink. Approaching sunset. Last I remember, it had only just risen.

Not without struggle, I get my body to move, but the second I shift in my place, a blinding pain shoots from my leg to all angles, hitting my head and my toes. 

Well. I’m starting to think I’m not actually dead. 

“Hey, don’t try to move, you’re hurt,” Joel says again. 

Joel. 

...Joel? 

Joel!? 

“J—Joel?” As I start to realise that it seems I am very much alive, somehow that fact just makes for more confusion. I look around, and Tommy is there, too, standing by the room’s window, leaning on the butt of his rifle where it sits at his chest, the barrel facing the floor. He looks older, too. Much older. He’s got almost as many wrinkles and greys as Joel does now. 

Someone else enters the picture after a minute. A woman with a frown of concern pushes Joel away—in my delirium I almost forget that he’s probably real, and that it wouldn’t be appropriate to reach out and pull him back—and then her face is above mine, shining a torch in my eyes. 

I squint against it but she holds my eyes open and inspects them. “How are you feeling?” She asks. Her voice is husky but kind, the faintest trace of a Brooklyn accent making itself known. 

“I—confused,” is all I can say, dumbly. Joel is standing behind her, looking over her shoulder with a frown that reaches new depths. (He frowned a lot back in the day, but geez, he’s got even better at it.) “Where am I? Who—who are you?” 

“I’m Angela,” she answers, removing the blinding torch from my eyes, instead pressing two firm fingers into the pulse point on my wrist. “You’re in a town called Jackson. It seems you already know these two fellas.” 

“I—yeah,” I manage to laugh a little in disbelief. Tommy is still there on the opposite side of the room, smiling just a little, fond and nostalgic. It’s then that Angela’s words hit me. A town? “I…is this…am I…the hunters…you…?” My words aren’t coherent or related enough to count as a sentence, or even a completed question. 

“It’s our town,” Tommy says with a small smile. “You got nothin’ to worry about. No one here’s a hunter, and you’re in good hands.” He nods to Angela. 

I look back to her and frown at the way she’s wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my arm. “Are you…a doctor?” 

“I am,” she answers. “You got shot. Lost a lot of blood. These two found you just outside town with barely enough time—or blood—to spare.” 

I can’t stop glancing between Angela, Joel, and Tommy. It’s like I’m watching a tennis match between three people. 

I’m still not entirely sure this is real. In a fever dream, or even in my last moments, my brain would definitely conjure up something like this. A safe town, where I’m under a warm blanket, on a soft bed, and being looked after by two people who used to be the most important people in my life. 

“I…” I’m interrupted by the door swinging open. It lets in a brief shock of cold wind, but Joel quickly reaches out to close it behind whoever has just come in. 

“Ellie, I told you to wait outside,” Joel says lowly, so quiet I can barely hear him. 

“It’s freezing out there! And I’m worried. Is she awake—?” The girl—Ellie, apparently—pushes past Joel to look over Angela’s shoulder at me. Her concerned frown relaxes when she sees me. She’s just a kid; probably barely fifteen. I’ve never seen her before, but she’s looking at me like she was terrified I was going to die. “Oh, you’re awake!” 

“I…am.…”

Joel puts his hand on Ellie’s shoulder and gently pulls her back a little. “Give her some space. Angela’s still working.” 

“You know, she’s the best. Last month Joel dislocated his shoulder and she reset it before he could even scream—”

“Alright,” Joel interrupts her, “Ellie. Why don’t you get our guest some food, alright?” 

“Something hot,” Angela requests. 

A hot meal and a comfortable bed. This has to be some kind of pre-death dream.

“It’s almost dinner time at the kitchen,” Tommy offers with a knowing smile, “see what you can rustle up.” 

Ellie sighs, but nods. Before turning to leave, she looks at me again and says, “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll get you the good stuff.” 

The door lets in another whoosh of cold air, but Joel closes it as soon as possible. It’s then that I realise there’s a fireplace on the wall behind the bed; the flames crackle in the light breeze before settling down again. 

“I need to check your wound,” Angela says. “Don’t suppose one of you boys can help me out? I need someone to distract her.” 

“Distract me? From what?” 

“I’m gonna take off your bandage and check the stitches. Then I’m gonna clean it. It’s going to hurt.” 

“I don’t need distracting,” I say, meaning it. I’ve dealt with worse. Hell, somehow I survived this. But Joel is still gazing at me, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe, like he’s scanning for even the slightest inkling that something else is wrong they haven’t noticed yet. (Seems unlikely—I’m wearing different clothes than I was before.)

Mentally squirming under his gaze for the first time in a long time, when I never thought I would again, I realise that I might not need distracting, but I do need answers. 

Or something close to it. 

“I’ll stay,” Joel offers, as if reading my mind. He was always so good at that. It’s weird. Someone so emotionally unavailable shouldn’t be good at that. 

Tommy pushes off from the wall, stopping at the foot of my bed. “Don’t be afraid to break his hand,” he offers, grinning lopsidedly, “man needs an excuse to stop for one goddamn minute.” He grins at Joel when he grumbles in response. “I’ll be outside. Need anythin’, give me a holler.” And with that, he’s out the door. 

Angela carefully pulls the blanket up and away from my leg, revealing the side of my thigh where the bullet went in. It hurts for something to even be moving in close proximity to it, like my skin is on red alert. 

I wish I could say I’ve gotten good at hiding my pain, after all these years of surviving it; but I haven’t. It still shows on my face like it did the day the outbreak happened; like it did when I was barely an adult.

Joel knows. He pulls up a wooden chair beside my bed, offers up his scarred, calloused hand. There’s an expression on his face I can’t quite read. The faintest hints of a sheepish smile, maybe, crows feet deepening around his eyes. It looks like he’s saying, Funny seein’ you here, and I can hear that in his voice, gruff and sarcastic, so I just imagine that that’s what he’s trying to say. 

I glance down at his hand, then back up. For a moment I consider not taking it. 

It’s been ten years. 

I left for a reason. 

But then Angela starts pulling at the bandage wrapped tight around my leg, and the pain is fucking horrific. It’s a stabbing, a pulling, and an aching all at once. It starts at the bullet wound and pulses out like cracks of lightning, through my bones, my nerves, up my hips and to my neck. 

A sharp inhale through my teeth, a blinding flash of pain that whites out my vision for a second, and I’m reaching for Joel’s hand before I can even think any more about it.

“Why don’t you tell me what the hell you’re doin’ here?” Joel’s voice comes through the blood rushing through my ears. “Last I saw you, we were in Texas.”

“What—what am I doing here?” I laugh, incredulous, and gasp as another wave of pain comes. “I don’t even—know—where I am.” Angela is working away and it hurts, it fucking hurts. But I think, at least, this is the final piece of proof I needed to confirm that I am not actually dead.

That, and the way Joel’s thumb is smoothing over the top of my hand, even though I’m squeezing his so hard that it must hurt like fuck. He’s doing it like he’s not even thinking about it. Like it’s second nature. 

I left for a reason. 

“You’re in Jackson,” he says. 

“I know that. I just—don’t—” I grunt in between words as Angela takes alcohol to the wound. “I don’t know how far—how far you took me—”

“You were barely outside the town. The hunters that got you were bandits on their way to us."

"Right," I say, still not really understanding.

"So it’s just coincidence we found ourselves together again?” 

Yes! I left for a fucking reason! 

I’m realising I’m not saying it out loud. 

I’m not saying it out loud because I never even told Joel there was a reason, let alone what that reason actually was. 

“I—guess so,” I grit out. “Sometimes the Universe likes to laugh at us. I—oh, Jesus!” A particularly intense stab of pain comes as Angela starts dabbing at the wound. It’s a bruise, a gash, a cut, all at once. 

“It’s alright, hey, just look at me,” Joel’s voice comes, so familiar that it hurts, so soft that it hurts—“Look right at me. That’s it. Do you remember where you were when this happened?” 

“I—in the snow,” I answer, staring into his eyes like they’re a lifeline. Angela has started wrapping a new bandage around it now, tight and secure. It hurts. It just fucking hurts. Everything fucking hurts. “The forest. I was—hunting for food. Then…infected. Infected came and—then—hunters…” 

Joel nods, encouraging me to continue. 

I can’t, though. The pain is too much. Looking at him is too much. 

I screw my eyes shut, and a traitorous, humiliating tear spills from one of them. In frustration, a groan splits past my lips, and I reach up my other hand to wipe away the tear. 

“Nearly done,” Angela promises.

My teeth are biting down on my lip so hard that I can taste blood; but the pain of that is paling in comparison to everything else, so it doesn’t bother me. 

“God fucking dammit,” I grunt as another tear falls. 

Down to my very core, it is humiliating. 

To be here, writhing in pain, and crying in front of Joel, of all people. Crying during the apocalypse. Crying because he’s there. Because his eyes are still the same.

I’ve always been too soft. I was never as hard as Joel. Or as anyone else around me. 

As a kid, books always said that being soft was a strength in its own way. That it was a quality to be proud of. But in this world, all it’s ever brought me is close to death.

“All done,” Angela says. 

Though the pain is still very much alive and well, I breathe out a sigh of relief, waiting eagerly for it to ebb. Realising I’m still holding onto Joel’s hand so tight that my knuckles have gone white, I release him, and take a deep breath. 

“Good job,” he says. Whether he’s saying it to me or Angela, I’m not sure. He observes his hand, lifting it up to look at as he stretches his fingers out. “Jesus, woman. Gonna need a new hand after that.” 

I laugh, breathy. “I had permission.” 

“From Tommy,” Joel counters with a grumble. 

“I knew you wouldn’t mind.” I say it before I can give it permission. And the softness in my voice—well. That’s just downright not fair. 

Joel’s eyes meet mine again. He holds them there for a moment too long. Looks like he might want to say something, but then doesn’t, and stands up. His green flannel shirt stretches so nicely over his shoulders, even broader now than they were back then. His hair is flecked with grey, as is his beard, which is longer now. 

I used to lie awake at night and imagine running my fingers over it. I used to cherish the way my hands fit over his shoulders when he boosted me up onto a ledge. The way the muscles in his arms flexed and showed veins when I hoisted him up behind me. 

We used to be a team, me, him, and Tommy. 

Now, staring at him as he leans against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest, I think about those times. I can’t help it. There are dark and grey hairs on his chest, peeking up above the top button. I remember how his heart feels under there from the time I had to stitch up a gash there. I remember his pulse, from keeping my finger on it all night when he was feverish from an infected knife wound. 

Tommy and I nursed him back, but I thought we’d lost him. 

I thought a lot of things.

And, well. There was no other choice. 

I left.

♥︎chapter 1/5♥︎

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[vendetta-if]

Not me thinkin MC making a nest of Ash clothes and sleeping there while Ash has been a way for weeks or months :D come on author. Give your best shot, I want to see how will his reaction in this one *smirk, laugh maniacally while hiding in shadow* Ps. sorry for english :D I'll wait here in the corner crying until you answer this. Thank you.

🤭 For the Ash reaction to MC wearing only their jacket on the bed, click here 😏

I gotta say, this ask tho is actually more fluffy to me than horny 🥺 I swear, when Ash comes back from a mission that took like weeks or months or even simply days, their first order of business is to go to MC; Uncle Luka can wait a little bit longer for the mission debrief. They just miss MC so much 😭

Here’s a little drabble below the cut (this is assuming MC and Ash are already deep into their relationship and have been together for quite some time).

You sigh wearily as you step into the penthouse, pulling a little travelling suitcase behind you. After making sure the entrance door is securely locked again, you move to get out of your boots and leather jacket, hanging it at the jacket rack to your right.

It’s pretty late and you’re pretty sure that MC might already be asleep. Making sure to make as little noise as possible, you trudge through the living room and make your way toward the master bedroom that you’re sharing with MC.

A soft click rings out as you open the bedroom door and step in, leaving the suitcase by the door to unpack tomorrow. Your eyelids feel so heavy and you’re just ready to get on the bed and—

The sight of MC sleeping on the middle of the king-sized bed surrounded by a bunch of your clothes makes you stop in your track. It’s… It’s so adorable. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart flutters.

You walk closer to the bed and for a second, you’re just tempted to just dive right beside MC, but that might startle them and you don’t wanna do that. So, instead, you sit on the edge of the bed and nudge MC gently. “MC…? MC…? Wake up…” you whisper.

“Mhm?” They turn slightly, cracking one eye open. When they notice that it’s you, they immediately sit up, almost butting into your forehead. “Ash! You’re back!” They exclaim before immediately pouncing on you and hugging you. “I miss you so much…” they say, voice muffled on your shoulder.

You hug them back tight. “I miss you too, MC,” you sigh in content, the two of you pulling back a bit. “I can see that you’ve made yourself some kind of… nest.” You gesture at the pile of your clothes on the bed, chuckling fondly.

MC smiles bashfully, rubbing the back of their head in embarrassment. “Sorry… Hope you don’t mind.”

“O—Of course not!” you quickly reassure them. “I think it’s adorable… Maybe I can also bring one of your clothes to sleep with whenever I have to go for a few days or more…”

“That’s perfect!” MC beams. “But now that you’re here, maybe I should put these clothes aside a bit to make some space.” They reach out to gather your clothes and push them to the other side of the bed before patting on the space beside them, inviting you in.

You do so gladly, lying on the soft mattress. Almost immediately, you feel your muscles relax as the day’s weariness melts away. MC lays their head onto your chest and you bring your arm around them protectively.

“Goodnight, Ash,” MC mumbles sleepily.

“Goodnight, MC,” you reply, voice equally sleepy as you shut your eyes. The last thought in your head before the blissful sleep overtakes you is how lucky you are to have MC.

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[genderkoolaid]

Hi! Do you know if there's a way to stop completely menstrual cycles without using T?

I'm agender and afab, but i dont think i have any interest in going through HRT and even though i wouldn't call it dysphoria, my periods bothers me a lot. I find really it annoying and bothersome- i mean, it's basically my body bleeding every month and making my mood sour and irritable. I definitely dont like it. Im also aroace and i dont have any intentions of having biological children, so my uterus feels like the most useless organ in my body.....

I dont know any method of stopping my periods completely without messing up with my body's hormones. Like, i think going through a hysterectomy would probably fuck my hormones, right? But also thinking about this now, i could take E to maintain the status quo or would be that not possible? Or legal????

Im asking you cuz your blog has been really helpful and since you're a genderqueer person, i thought you would have an answer for my question. I barely see any info about genderqueer/nonbinary/transneutral medical transition so im absolutely clueless about this.

Even if it is a negative answer, that would still help me a lot.

(Ps: i really like your blog and i just want to say thank you for your work. It helps me and many other trans people by a lot!)

Birth control is the first thing that comes to mind. Here's Planned Parenthood's page on birth control; if you select "help with periods" it will show you the different types of BC that can help & which ones can be used to stop menstruation (as well as pricing & a bunch of other info). Birth control does use hormones to stop periods, but not by raising testosterone; you may have some side effects (here's the page on side effects for the pill) but it shouldn't change anything about your body in the way going on T would.

As for hysterectomy: you can get a hysto without removing your ovaries, which will continue to produce estrogen naturally (here's a website that gives info on hysterectomies for trans people). However, if you did get your ovaries removed, it is not only legal to take E but very much encouraged! If you aren't on either T or E, the lack of hormones can mess up your body & cause early menopause symptoms, so its very very common for people who get their ovaries removed to go on E. Here's more info on oopherectomy vs. no oopherectomy.

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[beaker1636]

Caught - Vinny Mauro Request

Above is the request and below is the story! Thank you to @motionlessindoubt and @tearfallpixie for helping me by providing your input as I worked on this one, and thank you for the request!

There is another Vinny request coming, A chris request and a Rick request on its way! I’m not sure if I’ll get much posted the next week because it’s both my birthday and our wedding anniversary so I’ll be busy but I will try :) thank you for reading!

PS sorry if the formatting is funky, I had to do this on my phone because we still don’t have WiFi and I know tumblr mobile can be a bitch for formatting sometimes…. Enjoy!!

“Think that I can win you that stuffed animal I see you eyeing?” Vinny asks you with a crooked smile gracing his face, his hand moving to point at it with the hand you are currently holding.

“I don’t know, it’s basketball so I feel like you might be able to. You don’t have to, we all know that these games are rigged Vin,” you answer with a giggle, watching his face as he turns to look at you with a frown.

“Are you doubting my skills here, woman? Now I have to, come on,” he drags you over towards the carnival game with a laugh.

He knows that these games are made difficult, he knows that he probably won’t win you the big animal he noticed you eyeing, but he also noticed that you have been really relaxed tonight, that you are having fun and that is exactly what you need. He knows how stressed you have been with work and your family right now, so when he heard there was a carnival coming to town he knew he had to drag you and let your inner child out, help you have fun. As his boyfriend he feels like it is his duty to help you with things like this.

He pays the man before looking towards you first. “Can I have a good luck kiss?”

You roll your eyes and quickly give him a short peck, not wanting to do much else being in a public space with a bunch of kids, but that was enough to make him happy.

“Thank you babe,” he says softly before turning to take his first shot.

Somehow he made the first one, and then next thing you know he made the second basket. By now he is on his last one and you are watching him with a smile on your face, one that he can tell is genuine.

“One more good luck kiss baby, please?” He asks you sweetly, which you happily give him. Amazed he is doing as well as he has, because not many people stand a chance at any of these games.

When he sinks in his final shot and wins the game he turns and looks at you with a smirk on his face. “Told you that you are my good luck charm.”

You blush, glancing at your feet for a moment while Vinny tells the guy the prize that he wants, thrusting the stuffed owl in your hands when it was handed to him before the two of you walk away towards the next activity that you both had your eyes on.

“Thank you Vin,” you say softly, a little embarrassed but also really happy that you have something. When he leaves in a couple weeks for the next tour it’ll be a good reminder of your boyfriend when you miss him, which is inevitable to happen.

“You’re welcome, all that we have left that we mentioned wanting to do is the ferris wheel. Do you want to go take our ride on it before we leave?” He asks you, both of you slowly walking towards it.

“Sure, and thank you for tonight. I really needed this date Vin, I have had a blast.” You say, continuing to walk with him. Your hand laced in his while your other one holds the stuffy to your chest.

“I know you did, that is why I chose something like this. Sometimes you just need some fun, we all do. I know you’ve been stuck in your head lately,” he admits, both of you getting in line for the final ride of the night.

While you wait a group of a couple girls walk up towards the two of you, one of them wearing a motionless shirt, before she asks you already know what she is going to ask and you let go of Vinny’s hand, backing away a little bit. The two of you have been together for almost a year now but have been very careful to not out yourselves publicly. You both appreciate your privacy and being able to feel unpressured in your relationship so you have done your best to keep quiet. Doing this is so you hope that she doesn’t notice you and ask too many questions.

“Hi Vinny, I’m sorry to interrupt you but can we get a picture with you, we are big fans,” one of the girls say, a big smile on her face as she glances at the two of you.

He looks at you for a moment and when you nod, letting him know that you are okay with this he agrees, saying that you would be willing to take it for them so everyone could be in it, getting you thanks from several of the group. Glad that nobody is asking the dreaded question that you know is probably coming.

“Not to sound rude, but are you his girlfriend or something? The two of you are really cute together by the way, and thank you for taking our picture,” one of the girls asked, watching you closely to gauge your reaction.

Before you can answer Vinny does, “Oh, she’s nobody. we’re just old friends that are catching up. Anyway, it was nice meeting you,” he responds, ending the conversation so that they walk away from the two of you. Wanting to end it before things are said that he shouldn’t, before people spread the news that the two of you have done well at keeping private.

The two of you wind up at the front of the line, sitting in your seat on the ride as it begins to slowly move up. Taking in the sights and sounds of the carnival now that it is dark, but you never regrab his hand, honestly you keep a little bit of a distance between the two of you which has him confused but he doesn’t want to ask you about it. He doesn’t want to ruin the night, and doesn’t realize that what he has already said has ruined your mood.

When you reach the top and it stops for a moment he looks towards you, leaning in to give you a quick kiss and that is when he realizes based on how you didn’t really respond back to him that something has upset you, that he needs to fix whatever is going on.

“Y/N, I’m sorry that we got interrupted on our date. I didn’t expect that and I should have just said no to taking the photo with them,” he says gently, moving to grab your hand as the ride slowly begins to move again.

“That’s fine, I mean it is going to happen Vin,” you say with a sigh, trying not to share your annoyance with him but failing, he can tell.

“Then what is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you now, are you worried they are going to out us or something? I think they believed what I said,” he says, trying to get you to look at him but you don’t.

In fact the two of you are back on the ground now and you get off, starting to walk and let go of his hand in the process.

“Please, if I did something I want to know, I want to fix it,” he asks, walking beside you as you make your way back towards the parking lot, watching you concerned.

“Why do you care, I’m nobody to you,” you spit back, letting your anger finally come out in your words as you pull the passenger door open on the car when you finally make it to the car.

“That is what this is all about? I was just trying to cover for us, keep them from spreading shit around so that we can continue to enjoy our relationship without people butting in. You've seen all the shit the others get, the rude comments and hate. I don’t want that for you,” he says, now getting equally as annoyed. Both of you have said in the past that you want to keep things private, that you don’t want the fans involved in your relationship.

When you don’t respond he lets out a puff of air before putting the car in drive and making his way towards your apartment, reaching for your hand and getting upset when you won’t let him have it. You never reject his affection like this, it is clearly really bothering you.

“Do you want me to go public with us?” He asks you, wondering if that is what this is about, if you want him to tell people that you are together. He always thought that you didn’t want that, which is why he never posted anything about you on his public profiles, why only close friends and family know about your relationship.

“No, god Vincenzo, that is not what this is fucking about. It’s about how you made it clear that you are ashamed of me, that you don’t want anyone to know anything because I am nobody, I don’t mean anything to you. If it was that easy for you to say that I am nobody, then maybe that is how you actually feel,” you say, now sounding more upset and hurt than angry with him. He can hear the remorse in your voice, how your voice cracks slightly when you insinuate that maybe he actually feels that way about you.

“Babe, you know that you are important to me, that is why I tried not to bring any attention to us. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t care about you because I do, I’m sorry.” He says softly, he suddenly feels guilty about his words, he didn’t think they would upset you this much.

“You realize this was going to happen eventually, I knew it would and that it would get out and I can live with that. But you brushed me off like I was nothing, just disposable and unneeded and that I am not okay with,” you say, now getting really upset.

He pulls into the parking lot of your apartment building and you turn to look at him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek before reaching for your door handle tonight. “I’ll be fine in the morning, good night Vin, I love you.”

Before he can respond you exit the car, not letting him have a chance to speak. He sits there watching you walk towards the building with tears on your face, debating if he should follow you but he decides that he should just give you your space and let you settle yourself down some. If he pushes you too much tonight he will just make things worse so he starts the drive home.

When he gets home he sends you a message saying goodnight, that he hopes you sleep well and that he loves you. He waits for a couple minutes and eventually it says that you have read it, but you never respond, letting him know that he hurt you more than what he realized.

The next morning he wakes up and sees that you have sent him the link to a tweet, no words included in it, just the link. When he checks it he sees that the girls from last night posted the photo of them with him but also posted one of the two of you kissing during the basketball game. Clearly you are still upset by the fact that you didn’t have any comments about the tweet, just the tweet. He clicks it and reads it.

“We met @chenzomauro at the fair last night! He was there with someone but when we asked about it he told us she was nobody, but she sure doesn’t seem like nobody…”

He sighs, seeing how many comments and reblogs are on it, people clearly are aware of it and it is making its rounds. Does he comment on it? Respond to the tweets? Or is it best he just ignores it and lets it run its course? What do you want him to do? He sends you a text asking you what you want him to do about this but you just tell him to do what he feels is best… so clearly you are still upset with him for what he said last night, but he is starting to understand why you are upset. He deserves it honestly, he can understand why it made you feel like he is ashamed of you.

He decides for now that he will just ignore it, let it blow over and hopefully during his scheduled stream later nobody brings it up. He doesn’t want to be forced to bring up the relationship, he knows the hate that many of the girlfriends have faced through the years and he is worried it’ll happen to you. Make you more insecure and aware of what people think of you when he knows you already struggle with that sometimes. He lets out a sigh and pulls up the website of the local flower shop, ordering you a bouquet to send to you at work with an apology on the card, hoping it’ll help your mood somewhat and make you feel better. You have always loved when he has sent them to you before.

He gets the stream all set up and waits for people to join and get settled, noticing right away that all the comments are about the photo, the two of you. He internally groans and tries to ignore it as the viewer numbers grow.

“Hullo?” He says into the mic. After the 5 second delay, only for a moment, the chat is filled with hellos and greetings from his fans but soon it filters back into questions about you. “Ok, guys. Today, we are going to play some wow, we’re going to jam to some music, it's going to be fun, it's going to be chill. Capeesh?” There was some excitement and he nodded, hoping the excitement was dying off.

“Perfect. Let me grab some food and I’ll be right with you.”

He stepped back from the computer and went to his kitchen to grab the baked potato that he had been cooking prior to streaming to see it nice and toasty. As he was plating it up he saw a picture of you sitting on the counter, one he had taken on one of the nights you stayed over. You had been sleeping so peacefully in his arms and he thought you looked adorable so he had snapped a couple of photos. It was at that moment he realizes he can’t just ignore it, he has to speak on what had happened and hope you don’t get upset. He grabbed his plate and went back to the office to see the twitch chat just jabbering on with each other.

“Okay, there is something I have to address. I will explain because everyone keeps asking and you guys won’t let it go until I do. Yes, I have a girlfriend, I have for about 9 months now. I lied last night because we have so far agreed to keep our relationship private, I figured saying she was nobody would help prevent it from spreading around online but I was wrong. I just wanted to respect her privacy which is why we haven’t come out with our relationship, I didn’t want her getting hurt from comments or anything, so while I lied it was to try and protect one of the people who is most important to me,” he answers, glancing away from the camera. “I messed up but I won't be lying about her anymore because I love her and you will just have to accept that. I won’t be talking any more on this topic.”

People keep flooding the chat with more questions, but he ignores them and starts playing his game that he intended to, not wanting to continue the conversation. He doesn’t need to out you any more than he already did, especially when he doesn’t know how much you want people to know about you. He gets distracted with his game, which is much needed because he doesn’t want to sit there and worry about you while you are at work and can’t talk to him. He just hopes when you find out that he did comment on it that you won’t be too upset with him, but he doesn’t want to dwell on that. A couple hours later he hears a knock on his door. and pauses the steam.

“One moment guys. I’ll be right back.” He mutes the mic to go and answer the door, shocked when he finds you standing on the other side, hoping that he will let you in.

“I-I heard about your stream, someone tweeted a clip of you talking about us and I wanted to say sorry. I should have understood that you didn’t mean that I was nobody but was just trying to hide us to protect me…. I’m sorry I overreacted.” You whisper. “And thank you for the flowers and for just … everything,” you say softly, glancing away from him nervously. Hoping that he isn’t too angry with you.

“Thank you for being patient with me, and I’m sorry I never should have said that you are nobody. Let me go close the stream down because it is still going and then we can order dinner or something and talk about all of this, how much we want to share,” he says, moving to let you step in his house. You instantly throw yourself into his arms. He wrapped his around you tightly, intending to never let you go again. He pulled back and went back to his office real quick unmuting the mic.

“Hey guys, my girl decided to stop by so I’m going to end early to spend some quality time with her. I’ll be back next week. Sorry to leave so abruptly.” He waited a few minutes to see the messages flood in with their goodbyes and supporting messages and smiled before clicking end.

He went back into the living room and found you curled in his favorite blanket on the couch and grinned. You were right where you were supposed to be and he wasn’t going to jeopardize that again. He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple softly, both of you curling into each other as you sat quietly, waiting for one of you to speak up first.

“First, I love you and second, at least now we don’t have to worry about hiding completely anymore,” you start to speak softly. “That is one less thing to stress over now I guess.”

“What are you okay with people knowing, am I allowed to post pictures when we are together? Or like mention you sometimes? Or would you rather I just not bring you up, because it is all what you are most comfortable with. I don’t care what they know or don’t know honestly,” Vinny says, moving a hand to play with a strand of your hair that has fallen out of your bun.

“I’m fine with you sharing some basic stuff, but for the most part I think I want to stay private. I don’t want them to find out about my job or anything but if you ever shared my first name, or like something I said or whatever and photos, I can be alright with that… if that makes any sense?” You shift yourself closer to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck like you always do when you crave his comfort.

“I get what you are saying, that sounds great to me. Now, what do you want to order for dinner?” He asks you, running a hand along your back in soothing circles to allow you to rest. Glad that you two are in a good place now, that you are back where you belong, with him.

Now if only his attempts to get you to move in with him will finally go over and you will agree.

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[alexiavettel]

chapter two

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me), google translator italian/french, light mentions of death

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

PS: reader is a slytherin (just like me) sorry if you don’t see yourself in this house but just matches perfectly with her personality.

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

(Y/N) Stroll POV:

I fixed the straps of my Ferrari red dress which in my opinion is RIDICULOUS to dress up in this specific colour. Okay, I’m not gonna lie I look pretty hot in this tone of red but I look hot in every tone of red so fuck it. I think I would look prettier in my classic green but let’s keep this in mind for the season start gala he’s gonna have to wear a dark green suit at least.

Got my keys, purse and mobile and headed to my Aston Martin Valhalla that my dad gave it to me (exclusive till the moment because customers will only order at the middle of 2023).

•

“Wow dressed up all for me?” Charles annoying Leclerc smirked while hugging me and kissing my cheek (ew this feels so weird).

“Unfortunately yes. But good news for me is that you are wearing a green suit in the gala next week in exchange” I didn’t told anyone yet but he doesn’t need to know.

“Absolutely not! Binotto is going to kill me”

“I talk with him about it no problem, sweetheart” I said while seating and opening the menu.

“Already knows what you’ll eat?” I asked after some minutes in weird silence.

“Probably a carbonara, the pasta in this place is amazing. You should try it”

“Well I’ll ask for some tagliatelle” I stand up my arm to call the waiter.

“It’s a Italian restaurant (Y/n) they speak Italian, let me do the talk for you mon ange”

“Prenderemmo uno tagliatelle, uno spaghetti alla carbonara e un vino per favore” I said smiling right after rolling my eyes at the driver.

“Qualche preferenza per il vino?”

“Voglio un Castello Tricerchi Brunello di Montalcino, grazie”

“I-I didn’t know you speak Italian” he gasped?

“Now you do” I forced a smile (god this is also entering the list of best moments, he looks soo taken back)

“S-So Lorenzo gave me a couple of questions we should do to know each other better in case the reporters ask us” he said picking his phone to show me a WhatsApp message with a bunch of questions.

“For real?? Shoot it, so we can end this up faster”

“Okay, favourite colour?”

“Your’s red mine’s green and black”

“Obsessed” he faked a cough “Do you have any pets?”

“Yeah, I got a Doberman named Sirius”

“From Sirius Black, like the Harry Potter one?”

“Yeah” god, where’s the food?

“Wait. What’s your Hogwarts house?” He asked like is the most important question ever.

“I’m a slytherin, for sure the best one” sorry not sorry.

“Hm I thought so, you kinda look a bit like Voldemort”

“Says the one who looks like one of Malfoy’s friends”

“Excuse me!? Whatever, back to pets I don’t got any. But I would like to have a little dog, nothing like a Doberman they’re scary-“

“He’s actually pretty cute but he’s trained so I can make him bite your flat ass” I would pay good money to watch this scene.

“Best moment in F1”

“Silverstone podium, last year” a hard race but I got my best result there. A P3 with Bottas in P2 and Lewis in P1.

“Monza, 2019” he smiles gently but drop it when reads the next question.

“Worst moment in F1”

“Jules’ accident” I answer without thinking twice.

This is actually one of my worst memories ever, Charles was lucky for didn’t get to see it in person like I did. I couldn’t sleep properly because of the nightmares for 3 weeks straight. Jules took care of me when I was younger, specially because I always competed against his godson so we always were together, he was kinda a big brother figure for me. He knew that my father payed more attention in my younger brother and he said something once that made me really try to get into F1…

“You’re a good kid (Y/N), you’ve got a long way. Call me crazy but I can see it featured everywhere ‘First female driver in Formula One in decades. The very much first female race winner ever. She came from far but she came to win! (Y/N) Stroll is the winner of the Canadian Grand Prix’” he said with a commentator voice making me laugh.

“I know it’s soo hard to be part of a real team in F1 and being a girl we both know will be even harder but you got to do it. You are stronger than almost all those little boys and you are going to show them in the future, but don’t be too harsh with my little Charles okay? I want to see you guys driving together one day” I tried to smile back at him but I wanted to cry so bad.

“I want to drive with you one day, Jules!” I said hugging his legs.

“I can’t promise that we will but I want to do that too, okay? Gonna make everything possible to make it happen, girl” he ruffled my hair gently.

“Yeah because he already promised me that, you ugly” Charles screamed at me coming out of nowhere “Come fast or I’ll slash your tires”

“I miss him so fucking bad. I was going to say the same thing, at least there’s one thing we agree with” he tried to laugh, and the waiter just arrived with our food.

“If exist something that lift me up from sadness around this topic it’s wine and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements. I like to remember all the memories we got together like me, you, Pierre and Esteban with Jules, Norman and Lorenzo taking care of us and trying to compete in karts but these old bastards almost made us crash every time” he let out a genuine giggle and true smile before trying the wine.

“Hmmm good wine choice”

“I know, it’s one of my favourites. My brother gave me this one as a prank and I ended up liking it”

“So one more question. Biggest dream?”

“Both of us dream in being world champions don’t we?”

“You actually right, ew. Okay, hm your dream travel?” He asked after chewing (disgustingly) his pasta, I swear he eats like a child.

“Don’t know if I have one… Maybe Seychelles, I discovered this place recently but it’s so pretty, like the ocean and the rainforest is incredible in the pics I saw. Or maybe Egypt! I’ve never been there-“

“Okay I got it, you like travelling! I don’t know mine, but I would like to see Argentina better maybe? Now-”

“Wait my BeReal just-“ I love this app but sometimes I would like to uninstall this shit “Give me your hand!”

“What?” When he took my hand in his I took my BeReal without showing his face.

“You don’t have it?” I asked putting my phone back in my purse, just waiting to see my friends' reactions.

“Pierre actually told me to download it but I don’t know”

“Oh come on it’s fun, download it!” I picked up his phone and put in his hands while drinking the end of my glass.

“I mean is kinda cool but what’s the point? What if I’m in the bathroom?”

“The point is being real like showing yourself to your friends without make up, filters, you know just living your life. And when it notifies in the bathroom just put your hand in front of the camera it’s for best”

“Okay…”

•

I’m ABSOLUTELY out of breath after seeing the BeReal’s reactions:

😲 pedritogostoso10: bitch u didn’t told me??? ik this watch is expensive so at least it’s a good catch

😃 howdydannyric: wow good pasta but poor wine choice 🤠

>>> memyselfstroll: just because it isn’t expensive doesn’t mean it’s bad

>>> howdydannyric: whatever you say extreme cheapskates

😍 yourdreamliv: hope you liked the dress in the end 👀❤️

>>> memyselfstroll: i just don’t stop paying you bc if i do some public shit u gonna save my ass!!

😍 thebestleclerc: enjoyed the questions?

>>> memyselfstroll: you dont know how much i hate u rn Lorenzo

If only I could tell Daniel… but he will bring this up till the rest of my life. Well I can tell him we are fake when we go public, I just need to remember that not a lot of people can know about it. In the moment just me, my “boyfriend”, our PRs, my father, my pt and our team principals.

I only can imagine when Danny and Seb get to know it. Not even my brother knows I’m “dating” someone, he’s going to get so frustrated when I tell him it’s fake! This boy try to get me a boyfriend for so many years it’s going to be funny tho.

my taglist!!

hope you enjoyed <3

#formula 1 #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fanfic #formula one #formula uno #formula one fanfiction #f1 x reader

[simplepotatofarmer]

saw your reply to the ask about black dog/rivals, so here's some questions! i'm not the person who sent the ask, but i have a bunch of questions anyways. sorry if you've answered them before

general:

what are their favorite forms of affection?

favorite plants, if any

who gets nightmares more (and how they help each other!!)

how do you think they'd react to the other betraying them

black dog:

(i haven't read that much of the stuff about your black dog au so sorry if some of this is just flat out wrong)

does anyone figure it out before techno

does punz know beforehand (assuming staged duo are still allies in this)

is...is there a grave for dream?? a pyre? a funeral? something of that nature??

do dream's former friends miss him at all. sapnap, george, anyone

does dream get any pets as laelaps

okay that's it

hope you are well! and good luck with nano!

(ps what does auhdh4auhdh mean? for a completely unrelated post. i know t4t is trans4trans but what does the acronym auhdh stand for. i have been wracking my brain to figure it out and....i just cant)

sorry this took so long for me to answer!! <3 <3

for general:

techno is pretty affectionate with his friends! he loves to hug them and sniff them and snorf them. he's a cuddle person. he loves to nap and hold onto his friends. he does try to play it cool sometimes but techno is a dork and he loves his friends. he loves to make grand gestures of gifts or declarations of friendship. dream isn't as obvious with affection. but he sometimes leans against techno or rests his head on techno's shoulder for a second. mostly though it's just the fact he's there and he'll always be there, y'know?

dandelions for techno, roses for dream!

dream. they're not very vivid, it's more like bits and pieces that makes it hard for him to sleep in the first place. he's a very light sleeper because of that. but the upside to having a large piglin friend is that he can basically act as a weighted blanket (phil also learned this, back in the day). having techno there helps.

this one is really hard for me because a main part of rivals duo is that they haven't betrayed each other. like, that is a key point. dream and techno both mention it, more than once. so if either of them ever did? i think it'd be a lot of complete denial. i think they'd try to come up with a reason as to why the other betrayed them. then techno would just. be sad. how did it end up like this? while dream would probably try to hide his sadness by saying he should've seen it coming.

okay, black dog questions!

techno is the first one to figure it out. he spends the most time around laelaps and he was also the one to spent the most time around dream out of all the people who are in consistent contact with laelaps.

punz doesn't know. that was kind of the whole point. no one knew dream wouldn't come back except dream. and dream wasn't planning on ever coming back. he wanted his death to be permanent but his limbo got to him after awhile.

there is! techno and punz bury him. only they know where it is. it's small. it doesn't have a name (they were afraid if anyone found it, they'd vandalize it). but it's there.

yeah, they do. but in the sense they've mourned him before this. to them, they've already lost him. they lost him before the prison, really. or at least during the prison arc.

he doesn't. or i'm not sure yet! but he's really focused on his job and he just doesn't have the time. i might give him something, though. i think he deserves to have a cat.

oh! and auhdh is just a shorthand way of saying that someone has both autism and adhd! both techno and dream canonically have adhd but i also headcanon them as being autistic. i just get that vibe from them!

#loyal answers things #long post #black dog au #the fic is very rough draft so i haven't ironed everything out yet

[jasmine24715]

BNHA Actor AU

I’ve seen the bnha actor AU...I’m so late to the party...but I needed to come back cuz I got invested again.

So here it is, bnha actor au / reader insert headcanons

✧ You play a character in the LOV who is in a little “love triangle’ between Dabi and Shigiraki (Ironically enough it plays into your real life on set everyday lol)

✧ Endeavor played Thanos in the Avengers and you were Gamora so of course any chance you get on set with him you both reenact scenes-

"did you do it"?

"...yes..."

"what did it cost..."

"... honestly not much-" "DADDY NO!"

✧ now that you both play on Boku no Hero (but unrelated characters) you guys barely see each other

✧ but when you do he always makes sure to give you a hug and a pat on the head because he sees you as an actual daughter 🥺

✧ Everyone on set loves you and you always wonder why because you barely do anything but stay in your trailer all-day 

✧ Toga always tries to drag you out of your trailer to hang out and go eat with everyone tho so :P

✧ you and the LOV cast did an interview altogether and it was purely chaotic because everyone is a menace both on and off screen. 

✧One time you were paired to do an interview with both Dabi and Shigaraki and safe to say, there are now memes and compilations of you three being THE WORST to interview. Either one of you answers the questions normally and the other two are making jokes OR all three are answering questions in the most chaotic way possible.

✧Dabi sometimes asks you to stay and talk in his trailer as he’s getting HOURS of makeup on and you oblige cuz you feel bad lol. So you both have a bunch of Instagram photos/videos of you two “behind the scenes”. You barely post tho so everyone’s still waiting for the U.S.J. Arc photo dump.

✧Since finding out you and Dabi hang out when he’s getting his prosthetics and makeup done, Shigiraki decided it was his place to drag you out of your trailer and force you to sit through his makeup hours. His still a little weirdo in real life but he’s not AS weird and just jealous lol

✧You and Dabi jokingly ship your castmate's characters together and make fun of them for it, but when both Todoroki and Inasa became a couple in real life, it shook you both. #inatodo trended on Twitter for days.

✧ while you’re usually in your trailer the one time you decide to go out and watch your fellow castmates work, you walked in when they were filming young Shigiraki murking his whole fam.  

✧safe to say you never go out of your trailer to watch anyone doing their scenes (unless it involves you) ever again. (you cried...hard) ps. the actor who plays young Shigaraki also has a baby crush on you and it is adorable when he tries to follow you to your trailer. A real-life gremlin just like his character. 

✧after a while since everyone knows you just stay in your trailer they decided if you’re not going to come to them, then they’re going to come to you. :D

✧ and yes that includes the 1-A actors, all of the LOV cast, and sometimes even the pro-heroes. Your trailer just now unanimously became the hang-out spot and while you act annoyed, you secretly love the company. 

✧the pro-heroes who are basically just veteran actors (except for Present Mic, who’s only been acting for a year) like to ask how you’re doing and settling into the industry/business since it can be a rough/demanding one. 

✧They really care and want to share their wisdom with everyone because they’re just the best.  

✧It’s ALWAYS hilarious when someone messes up their lines because the whole cast will literally DRAG them for it, so now everyone's afraid to fuck up.

“Master...”

“So, you fail once more Todo-...Tog...Tomura? God, there’s too many of you.” 

“CUT”

 “Master how could you have betrayed me like this...”

“Damn even All For One can’t remember your irrelevant ass”

“HE’S THE ONE THAT MESSED UP!?? NOT ME?!”

✧you and Twice like to play small pranks on your respective castmates and come back together to give each other ideas.

✧sometimes Dabi ends up finding out about the prank early and joins you to prank the rest of the gang.

✧red carpets....a WHOLE DIFFERENT can of works to open that i don't have time to get into. Let's just say as chaotic as you all are behind the scenes on set/interviews is 10x worse at red carpet events. like why can’t y’all chill?!?!

Anyway, that’s all I have for this, sorry if it sucked but it’s been a while lol. Watch BNHA and drink your water, k bye.

#bnha actor au #bnha #headcanon #my hero academia #mha #actor au #dabi #touya #todoroki #boku no hero academia #todoroki touya #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #inatodo #anime #izuku midoryia #bakugou katsuki #class 1a #kacchan #katsuki bakugou #tomura shigaraki #tomura shigiraki x reader #dabi x reader #bnha art #bnha bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha spoilers #mha incorrect quotes #mha x reader #mha todoroki

[lil-tachyon]

Lots of new followers on here- twitter exodus? In light of that I figured I'd say hi and make a new pinned post.

I'm Logan and I draw sci-fi and fantasy stuff for a living. I plan to keep posting on here, but if you're burnt out of social media I have a website with a bunch of my drawings as well as an email newsletter that goes out once a month and isn't too spammy. You can keep up with my drawings without ever having to log into social media again! I also have a Patreon where I post previews of upcoming projects and a whole backlog of exclusive, unpublished art. If you want to toss me a dollar/month on there, it all goes towards to good cause of taking my wife out on dates to the diner.

I try to answer all the asks I get on here- more quickly if it's a real question, less quickly if it's a shitpost (I'll probably still get to you eventually though). I also run a sideblog with mostly cool art and other stuff I think is neat.

Anyway, thanks for being here!

-Logan

PS- you don't need to tell me my pfp looks like Dale Gribble, I get it

#artists on tumblr #scifi art #fantasy art #ttrpg art #comic art

[bonesblubs]

hey there c: I was going through your art and I realized, specially with your latest WWX post (!!! which I love with my heart and soul btw) that I really really love the way you draw expressions and angle the head in general? like, your expressions are so in point and they literally make you feel the emotion hfkdbf if I may ask, do you have any tips or advice on how to get better with expressions and head angling? ;-; or like, how do you approach it? specially the head angling… totally cool if you don’t feel comfy about it tho!! hope you’re doing great!! c:

(ps. I recently became your patreon and I’m in love!! keep up the amazing work!! ^-^ I’m so happy to be able to support you!!)

Oh no by all means, I’m happy to attempt to explain!!! So this question in particular is pretty hard to answer for me, cause a lot of it IS just doing it a lot and experimenting with different angles and expressions!! 

When I would get stuck, I often practiced from reference photos I took of myself or online- especially odd ones- and just did a bunch of these. An exercise I found particularly useful was dividing your canvas into 4 sections- draw a single image in 5 minutes in one, draw the same image in 1 minute in another, then 30 seconds, then 10 seconds. This helps to both loosen you up and also forces you to determine what is most essential about the image and distill it to its base features.

I sketch head angles and expressions pretty loose, so that the personality isn’t lost in the details. Once the base expression is down, I can refine it and make it look good! 

Here's sort of how I personally go about constructing a face and come up with angles-don't forget that the angle that you're choosing to depict the expression also adds visual info! I like to think of the head as a 3-D object that I can turn around wherever- the nose sort of acts as our compass. I use it to home in on the other features! 

I hoped that helps, happy to clarify if needed!!

#ask box #bones rants #thank you for your support!!! #sorry im not great at explaining- it is a lot of observation and practice!! #have fun with them!! #this is a long one boys #it wouldnt let me put the images together

[alistarascendance]

I tend to catch up on blogs i missed asks for and just scroll. So if you get a bunch of 💜 notifications from me back to back, I'm so sorry. I once got told they are annoying and clog up inboxes... so 🫣

Also hiiiii!!!!!!!!! I love how messy the ROs are already.

Random question but you must answer it because I've asked alot of my fav pages this.

If you personally had to choose an RO to date, irl. Who would you choose and why?

Ps. It's not my fault if you've made em all alil red flaggy you chose this, sir! 🤣🤣

BAHAHAHAHAHA, you’re right, it is my fault.

and dw!! I love seeing people interact with my page :D

I don’t think I’d date any of them, mostly because I don’t actually like any of them (I have a very specific type of character (and person!) that I like) so I doubt I’d be attracted to any of them.

If anyone, I’d probably be associates with Chain. Something where we know each other well, and trust that the other will be honest about their opinions, but we wouldn’t date. I wouldn’t feel safe around him, but I’d see him as a great conversation partner.

I’d be friends with Seven, ignore Orion, and awkward around Saturn. Seven is easy to be friends with. Orion is quiet to the point of me being irritated by him.

Saturn is TALL and I’m not 6ft so 🤦 I’d try to avoid him because I don’t like craning my neck up to speak to people + he’s very intimidating in the way he holds himself, I think. I wouldn’t ever approach him, and he wouldn’t ever approach me, so we’d just leave each other alone.

love this question btw :))

#alistar: ascendance #c: seven #c: saturn #c: orion #c: chain

[cissyenthusiast010155]

TW: sh, talk of scars, peoples reactions, hiding sh scars, feelings of shame surrounding that.

So, I have a question, but I'm not sure how to word it...

Welll.... okay, so it started because I wanted to have a good experience... enjoying some alone time 😏😏, and I thought it would be fun to wear somthing sexy. I don't really like my body, but I thought a cute little teddy and maybe some filly underwear would make me feel pretty.

I shaved my legs and got dressed in my little ourfit... ... .... but when I looked in the mirror... I saw my self harm scars, and I was totally ashamed, which completely turned me off. I tried to think of myself as pretty, I just... I couldn't get over the fact that anyone who would have sex with me would see these... I don't even let people see the ones on the more visible parts of my body, much less the damage I have done to my thigh... I don't know how people could ever look at them... I even try not to look at them when I'm by myself... if I'm scared by them... won't others be?

So... the serious question... how would you react to seeing someone naked for the first time (in a romantic way) and seeing that they had sh scars? Would it be different if you knew ahead of time? Like how would you react if they had told you, or how if they hadn't? Like... what would go though your head... or would you want to know when or why or...?

So like... if a girl... goes down on me 🙈... she would eye-height with a bunch of scars... isn't that kinda gonna... I don't know... make her hate me? People always seemed to be so angry when they found out I was or had self harmed... I don't want a romantic partner to be angry or think I'm gross or... I'm rambling... sorry. 😔

I know this is probably really hard to answer, I'm sorry. And I know you can't speak for others reactions, I'm genuinely just wondering what you would think.

Also, if this is too much to ask, just let me know, I want to be respectful.

And thank you for being so kind to all of us. You are so wonderful ❤❤❤

-🫖

Ps. I feel like this deserves a disclaimer: these are old scars we are talking about, and I'm asking you in the context of what you would do if you see old scars. Recent sh would be a whole different thing.

{Let’s Talk SH and Intimacy…!}

Hi sweet girl…!! It is so very good to hear from you again! I hope this ask finds you well. Thank you for reaching out and being vulnerable like this. I admire your bravery and sharing. ♥️♥️

TW/CW//: Talk of self-harm, sh scars, old sh scars, sex talk, shame, mention of suicidal ideation, etc.

First off, I want to commend and applaud you for taking the time to dress yourself up and take some time for yourself. I am very proud of you, Darling. Even if it didn’t go the way you wanted it do, it’s the thought that counts in this case.

Next, your feelings and experiences are completely valid. I am so sorry for how looking in the mirror and seeing your body made you feel… It hurts my heart. But it’s so very valid.

To your first question— If you’re scared of your sh scars, won’t others be?

Again, I am so sorry for what you have undergone and the shame you feel towards yourself. You deserve only love and positivity and beauty.

To answer your question on whether other’s will be scared of your sh scars, it depends on the person. It depends on if they have ever seen sh scars, if they’ve been through something similar, if they have had someone close to them who’s been through something similarly, and more.

Personally, sh scars alone don’t scare me. I have seen them before on people that I love, and I have personal experience with suicidal ideation and other forms of sh. Now, if the sh is current or its paired with active unaliving attempts, then that would cause me to more likely to be scared and concerned. But again, it depends on the person and the person who has the sh scars.

Next, your serious question— How would I react to seeing someone naked for the first time (in a romantic way) and seeing that they had sh scars?

This answer is also not as simple, and it’s depends on a couple of factors. My reaction would depend on how well I know the person, how much I know about their struggle with sh, how much they’ve told me about the scars, and more.

Let’s say I had no clue about any scars and I see her for the first time. When I first see any scars, I would immediately be concerned and feel sad for my partner. But I would also immediately reassure her that I love her just as much with or without scars. Because in the end, I care about her, and scars won’t bother me one bit in being intimate with her.

Your next, linked question— Would it be different if I knew ahead of time?

Let’s say I knew ahead of time. What would be different would be my immediate emotional reaction, the feelings of concern and sadness if I didn’t. However, I would be just as reassuring and loving. And I wouldn’t care about the scars in terms of intimacy whether I knew about it ahead of time or not.

Then— Will your partner hate you, think you’re gross, or be angry with you?

I can’t speak for other people. But I would not. And if I did, I would have a conversation with you about it, when we aren’t in an intimate situation. ♥️

I hear where you are coming from. These were some great questions. And it wasn’t too much in the least. I’m so proud of you for asking all of this, sweetheart. You did such a good job. Hope to hear from you soon again! Have a lovely day/night!! 💞💞💞

Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

#talk with me #🫖 anon #anon asks #sh #self harm #sh scars #self harm scars #suicidal ideation #intimacy #self pleasure #self care #serious talk #this is serious #dead serious #serious conversation #serious #im serious #serious question #cissyenthusiast010155 answers

[whinlatter]

author's note | chapter four: habitat 🍂🐾

here is the author's note for chapter four of Beasts! this chapter sees gin return to the skies and starts to explore flight and fear (and asks some tricky questions about the soul). come to watch an author who can neither throw nor catch a ball try and write about sports; stay for the henry viii cameo & the girls getting their arts and crafts on. ok all the usual writing notes, headcanons, fic/meta inspo recs are below…

….as is a ✨ sneak peek ✨ of chapter five (did someone say hinny seaside fluff?) 🐚🎣🌊

 🏹 spoilers for this chapter under the cut! 🏹

[ habitat, n.: the natural environment in which an animal or plant usually lives ]

writing notes and headcanons: 

on writing: this chapter was the toughest yet to write honestly - still feel i'm learning the ropes about pacing, foreshadowing and suggesting, and how to balance flashbacks with driving plot forward in the present. i've made my peace with how it turned out and was excited to put it out after a lot of revision, but damn did you know writing was hard who else knew this and didn't tell me hmmm! also i'm a fair weather writer and a chipper lil bean why am i writing all this sad shit. questions without answers

on quidditch: ah man i honestly love writing about quidditch (the metaphor potential!) re the muggleborns in quidditch issue - i know in PS/SS there’s talk of the first-years having multiple flying lessons, but it always seemed wild to me how obviously at a disadvantage muggleborn students would be at with confidence and practice on a broom (like, no shade to the weasley boys, who are clearly a talented bunch, but they do get to spend the first eleven years of their lives and every summer after that playing and practicing in their orchard - like, justice for dean thomas making it to be a reserve, honestly!) ginny is her father’s daughter, so reckon this is bit of a social justice issue for her, but in a sort of i-want-the-best-and-i’ll-find-it way (i also think she knows from playing on a team with ron that underconfidence doesn’t mean a lack of talent). much more to come on rina!

on souls: one of the things i had the most fun with in this chapter was the soul chat scene - a tricky topic for a teacher to broach, even under normal circumstances, but especially for this bunch of war-hardened teens, some of whom (ginny and hermione, but also all the azkaban survivors) have far too much first-hand experience with soul magic of the darkest kind. i’ve learnt so much from some truly fantastic metas and analyses of souls in hp (some shared below) and have always wanted to think and write about the soul-as-both-personality-and-conscience tension that runs throughout canon - in harry’s narration, other than in passing in conversation with dumbledore over horcruxes, we don’t get a ton of exploration of what a soul actually is. i intended to do it as a meta but honestly i’m having so much fun trying to weave these ideas and speculation into this fic, as well as use questions of souls and what makes you, you, as ginny herself goes through this unwanted process of self-examination and reflection as she’s knocked off course with her own sense of self 

on molly and ginny’s letters and their relationship: a lot of what i want to use Beasts to explore are the relationships between different female characters, including mothers and daughters. a criticism often made of molly from her critics is often that she doesn’t really write to harry or any of her children when they’re at school. to that i say: here are all my headcanons defending molly weasley til the death!  in canon, i think ron’s lingering jealousy of molly’s attachment to ginny and fears that she favours ginny (‘least loved always, by the mother who craved a daughter…’), and ginny’s constant conflict with molly over her coddling risks means we don’t always get to see a positive read on ginny and molly’s relationship. we also know, though, that ginny and molly both enter and end the series beside one another, and we saw molly become a killer to defend ginny from bellatrix. this is such an important relationship and i'm so excited to write about it in this piece. i just love the idea that ginny and molly are extremely close over the years, actually, despite their conflict, and that they were in regular contact throughout the school year in ways the boys just would never have been, making each other feel less lonely in their more solitary years. 

on ginny and hermione: relevant to the above and honestly a bit of a soapbox issue/manifesto for this whole fic - it's really important to me to try to find a way to write friendship and conflict between two characters (especially female characters, and particularly female characters who have historically been at the centre of fandom shipping wars), while doing justice to both characters’ perspectives and not bashing either of them. i love both hermione and ginny as characters. i’m very interested in their friendship and both characters’ flaws and failings, and so getting to write this post-war year with both of them back at hogwarts, spending the most time together they ever have but also such different wartime experiences and perspectives is just *chef’s kiss*. we know their friendship is strong - hermione and ginny do appear in canon as people who have fun together and serve as each other’s confidants on key issues. but they’re also two strong-willed characters who canonically do fall out and must, by virtue of their characterisations, have certain faultlines running through their friendship. obvs they famously have that fantastic clash over harry and the sectumsempra curse in HBP that i’ve always been kind of obsessed with (ginny coming out swinging for harry, very strongly, rightly calling hermione out for being manipulative, but also immediately going mean in her response - the “oh, don't start acting as though you understand quidditch you'll only embarrass yourself” is, like, as iconic as it is devastating, lol) that scene remains a big jumping off point for thinking more broadly about their dynamic and relationship in this period of their lives. hermione can be tone-deaf and patronising sometimes, ginny can be angry, spiteful and childish - i want to write about that, and let both women be flawed and interesting and still worthy of respect and affection. (also i re-watched fleabag for this fic, because we're thinking about sisterhood here babyyy)

on parallels between harry and ginny as characters: writing this fic has just been me repeatedly finding 9000 more parallels between ginny and harry throughout the series i'd missed lol. this chapter i was thinking about how ginny is harry’s understudy in two quidditch finals (both of which she wins obvs), and again in the DA during DH (i know neville ends up as the only DA leader by the time of the battle of hogwarts, but i think we can tell from their canon characterisations and the deliberate parallel building between the golden and silver trios that ginny = harry, hermione = luna, and neville = ron. it’s also strongly implied in chapter 15 in DH through phineas nigellus’ testimony about the sword-stealing incident that it was ginny who was the DA ringleader and architect of that mission). now, here they are again, two captains, mirror images again. it’s just a throwaway line from angelina in this chapter (“you’re no harry” to ginny when she's trying out as seeker) but i’m having so much fun finding these parallels but trying to understand what that must have been like for ginny, to repeatedly be stepping into the shoes of the boy she loves and admires (soulmate shit, but also soul-searching shit, no?). even the way ginny is reacting to stuff in some of these scenes - hermione going to london and ginny doing her best not to sound openly jealous but failing - i was thinking about ron and the prefect badge all over again. ginny is not harry, crucially, and she has her own distinct characterisation and different responses, but they are enormously similar characters in ways i’m still learning about. (these guyyssssss honestly)

on seamus writing to ginny: have literally decided the seamus and ginny friendship arc from pebblysand’s the fault in faulty manufacturing is canon soooo that's what that is!

on the twins and ginny at muriel’s: firstly, i'm so sorry!!! secondly... i’ve had a version of that scene in my head for so so long and never knew how to use it. i briefly flirted with the idea of writing a fic about fred, george and ginny in hiding together with their parents at muriel’s and what those weeks were like for them, in what ended up being the last weeks of fred’s life. but honestly uh i cried writing that tiny vignette (and tbh welled up writing that last sentence jfc), so clearly i would not be able to get through writing that fic. their DH coins lighting up and the three of them being like woo we’re free from muriel’s we’re going to go fight let’s go? but it’s actually them going to fred’s death? i’m not ok!!!

on ginny’s card-making materials: canon compliant ginny weasley is an arts and crafts girlie. love u cute little loser girl! i see you with your sticky tape and gel pens! girls who make dumb crafts and inflict them on their friends representation!

reading list for chapter four: 

on ginny and flying: 

Little Sugar Men by DopeyTheDwarf @bluethepineapple

on ginny and hermione’s friendship:

I'll Be There by StarlingFlight

you were broken-hearted and the world was, too by celaenos

on souls:

The soul in the Harry Potter universe; a joint meta by @artemisia-black and @ashesandhackles

The Infinite Divide: A Study on Horcruxes and Souls in the Harry Potter Universe by @celestemagnoliathewriter

songs from the playlist particularly for this chapter:

for the widows in paradise, for the fatherless in ypsilanti - sufjan stevens | morrison's jig by orthodox celts | dot the dragon's eye by hanneke cassel | featherweight by fleet foxes | soon-to-be innocent fun by arthur russell | troubled waters by cat power | fallen fruit by lorde

and a sneak peek of chapter five because we need harry and gin to hang out again don't we? we've kept them apart enough 🌊🐚🎣

Of course, they get fish and chips by the sea, their new little ritual. Both of them hang off the counter, a little giddy, pointing at the notices stuck up on the wall ('Should we look for that man's cat, do you reckon? 'Gin, that cat's been missing since June, it's extremely dead'). Harry’s appalled by how much vinegar she makes the man at the shop put on her chips, grumbling as they leave the shop with the goods wrapped in warm newspaper paper. ‘I have to kiss you after you eat those, you know –’ ‘Have to?’ They perch up on the beach wall while she does battle with a ketchup sachet. He's cracking open a can of a suspicious-looking Muggle fizzy drink made by a man claiming to call himself Dr Pepper. ‘What do you mean, have to? Real hardship, is it? Great burden?' 'Yep.' He takes the ketchup sachet off her, tears it open, hands it back. 'It's tough work, but someone's got to do it.' 'How about I find myself someone else on this beach who's not such a baby and doesn't mind kissing a girl after she's had a bit of vinegar -' (She gets an unvinegared chip to the head for that one. He does let her share the fizzy drink, though it transpires he knows shamefully little about the identity of this Dr Pepper character.)

#whoops got on my soapbox again #what am i like #ginny and hermione's friendship matters ok! #and so does molly apologism #author's note #authors note #AN #beasts #writing #beasts fic #hinny #hermione granger #ginny weasley

[marsipain]

hi i literally know nothing about cyberpunk but im DROOLING OVER UR DESIGNS…i like do not have the patience or mind to ever do smth like that so its so cool to see other ppl make really cool designs for several characters like wow. i think zane and harumi r my favorite IM OBSESSED.

what kind of things did u use for inspo ?😳

OH MY GOD?? OH MY GOD?? THE CLAM IS IN MY INBOX?? DIES

anyways hihihi sorry it took so long to answer this eeee

Okay so I didn’t actually do that much formal research for it, because anytime i try to do that i feel my creativity and livelyness is sapped out of me (probably one of the reasons i hate school lmao) anyways

It’s actually a really funny (and long) story how this au came to be, so at first i saw the party clone of MK in lego monkie kid (this won’t make much sense if you haven’t watched that show sorry, but also at the same time if you haven’t YOU REALLY SHOUDL ITS REALLY GOOD AND THE ANIMATION MAKES ME DROOL NGL) and i was like yo wouldn’t it be cool if Lloyd had an evil party clone too? and then it expanded to an RGB evil clone au (cuz i’m a sucker for RGB siblings haha) and then i got the idea for nya to be a racer and to have a cyborg gf (cough cough pixal) and i was like okay scrap all the clone stuff were making this a completely independent au because this is MUCH cooler. and yeah, idk where the whole cyberpunk thing came from, i just thought it would really fit into the themes of fighting rings, clubs and races :DD

After that i was a bit busy for a while with school (just like i am now :c) but the brain rot for this AU was still going strong, so I made a pinterest board where i saved just a fuck load of cyberpunk shit that i thought looked cool, and whenever i had time i’d use those to draw the designs! here are some sketches with their references :D (zane and harumi included since they were ur favs! ps zane is my fav too, he just gives off such manager vibes but, hot, HAHA)

(ignore the lines, procreate just fucks up stuff if you change the canvas size and you try to access prior versions of the drawing through the timelapse option lmao)

anyways as you can see not even all of the references are cyberpunk stuff

AND YEAH I USED UR LLOYD AS INSPIRATION, I REALLY LIKE UR ARTSTYLE OKAY MOVING ON

some of the stuff was different and changed a lot through the process, like for example i decided against harumi having the furs because she would never wear them in this AU, she needs practicality in her fighting matches haha. I also changed a lot of lloyd design, cuz i was like “hehe, heelies” cuz zoom zoom, yk? and then u have zane, which was really straightforward coz i had almost exactly how i wanted him to be set in stone in my mind xd

Here’s a link to the pinterest board if ur interested! there’s a bunch of stuff in here i never got to use, so if anyone is interested idm it being used for stuff ^-^

ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IN THIS ASK, I HOPE IT WASNT TOO LONG AA

#me when cool artist sends an ask #HFBFBFHFH #dies #marsipain speaks #marsipain asks #marsipain art #ninjago cyberpunk au

[thyandrawrites]

I love reading your insightful thoughts on topics regarding mha and especially touya you alone bring my hype up

I just wanted to ask, after having read your rei meta (which I agree with wholeheartedly) I can't help but feel kind of a distaste towards some actions towards some members BECAUSE of the narrative framing

Rei calling her son "dabi" in the hospital scene was so distasteful considering she was ready to forgive her husband after everything but it almost narratively seems she holds no such regard towards the son whose demise she took part in regardless of intention

Also in the mental hospital scene where fuyumi was telling that "natsuo is the only one who isn't letting begones be begone" like hello? we are talking about you dead brother who mer his end due to your father's actions?

I don't know I am pretty sure it's because of horikoshi and I shouldn't think like this blaming the characters because he is the writer after all but the way he writes rei and fuyumi sometimes is so distasteful to me that I almost wish touya never returns to that home where he was labeled a black sheep simply for being self aware because of how they used him as a scrapegoat especially in the hospital chapter

Ps i am well aware touya will probably reunite with his family and all will be well but it's the narrative choices that kind of make me dislike them even endeavor who is pathetic is at leadt enjoyable to read in a sense that he stays true to character to an extent. Shouto is on the way of reaching an epiphany about how to reach his brother as family instead of a hero so i still have hope for him and natsuo is still true to character kind of in the hospital chapters but fuyumi and rei got me fighting against everything in me to not dislike them. Even toga and freaking afo calls him touya but his family is stuck with dabi like bffr

Hey! First of all, thank you for reading my stuff! I'm glad it can bring you some positivity in these otherwise trying times as a Touya stan. 

Now, to answer you... I debated how best to approach this reply, because there's a number of ways I could go about this. But you specifically mentioned the framing, so I'm gonna build my argument on that. 

So. How is Horikoshi framing Touya in the eyes of the Todofam? As you said yourself, they’re treating him like the black sheep to Shouto's golden child, and uniting to stop him. 

From what I understand, though, you seem dissatisfied with the execution because you think that while every other fam member acts coherent about either blaming or wanting to rescue Touya, the Todoroki women are outliers because they have instances where they go back on that resolve to save him to blame Touya instead. 

Am I getting this correctly? 

If so, I think there is a problem with that conclusion. It's not just the women who go back and forth, and in fact, I think Rei and Fuyumi are the mildest ones of the bunch. But for reasons that I'm going to dissect later, I also think the fandom… latches on to them as exceptions, and in the process doesn't understand that it's meant to be a family narrative in which all of them are imperfect. 

(putting this under a cut for length)

I think it’s important to remember that all the Todorokis agreed that Touya needs stopping. Not just Rei and Enji, or not even just the two heroes, Shouto and Enji. All of them gathered in that hospital room to discuss family matters, and they reached that conclusion as a collective decision. 

Now, I’m stressing this because the language they used is peculiar. We all noticed that they said that Touya needs stopping, not saving. But when it comes to the Todofam, that word carries a certain weight, and I don’t think it was used randomly here. 

As this person pointed out in this post, Touya was always asked to “stop” whenever his self-awareness or his attempts to be acknowledged disrupted the family dynamics. This is less apparent if you haven’t checked out the revised flashbacks in chapter 302. But the fact that Horikoshi went back to alter the storyboard and narration for the tankobon release means he wanted to draw more attention to something, to make it clearer for the audience. And indeed, the why becomes clear when we see Shouto confront Dabi and echo the same words: “please, stop.”

[source]

The Todorokis haven’t yet reached a place where they can fully sympathize with Touya. In Shouto’s case, it’s because he doesn’t know his brother; he can empathize with Touya’s circumstances, but not with Touya’s reasons. After all, Shouto is a successful creation. He never faced the brunt of the entire family’s blame and disappointment. As a result, he doesn’t understand that this approach is doomed to fail, because it echoes the scoldings Dabi’s used to. 

Whenever someone tried to reason with Touya, it was always framed as if the root of Touya’s unhappiness (and the family’s by extension) was his refusal to quit his ambitions. Basically, they told him that it was his fault, and not his father’s for putting those ambitions in him. Even if it’s Enji who’s guilty of rewriting Touya’s sense of self around an impossible goal, the one who’s held accountable for it is the victim. 

Not only do they all ask Touya to stop over and over (and not his father), but Touya’s also blamed for the fallout of Enji’s abuse. First, he was framed as the reason for Enji to keep making replacements, then for why Enji isolated Shouto from his siblings. It’s always because of him. Because Touya couldn’t quit. 

Even now that the family supposedly knows better, they’re still struggling to move on from that pattern. Just like how back then Touya was always singled out as the disruption, as the element of unrest, Dabi is still pushed into this role. Except now he’s singled out as the disruptive element that exacerbates not only the inner dynamics of the family, but of society as a whole. Once again, his refusal to stop is making things worse for everyone willing to just lay down and take it in silence. Because of it, he’s not regarded with sympathy. Instead, all the flaws he addresses are his responsibility to bear. It doesn’t matter if those issues existed before him. He becomes the suitable scapegoat.  

Now, all of these are things you seem well aware of. But you still singled out Fuyumi and Rei as subjects of your ire, and I don’t think that’s entirely fair. If this was something we could blame just on one character, or just on Rei and Enji as parents, we wouldn’t have heard the same words repeated by multiple family members. We would’ve at least seen someone push back against them. 

Instead, even Shouto is still torn between seeing Touya as a villain and as his older brother. Linkspooky wrote an excellent post on this recently that I encourage you to check out. 

This makes sense for him because Dabi was just a villain to him until a while ago. He has no solid memories of Touya because as a kid he wasn’t allowed to exist in the same room as his siblings. Yet, he has several memories of his brother as an enemy. He fought against him. Dabi kidnapped his classmate. So that mental divide is at least somewhat justified. It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that your presumed dead brother, who you only saw as a normal kid in your sparse memories, committed atrocities and tried to kill you and your dad (and himself). 

However, I also think this divide works on a societal scale as well. During the present arc, we’ve seen the hero kids struggle to reconcile the idea of the League as victims with the crimes they’ve committed. Those two sides should coexist; one doesn’t exclude the other. Hurting people doesn’t mean someone can’t have hurt you first. The kids seem aware of this, unlike the rest of society. They see the League’s victimhood. The problem is, they still think in terms of which side weighs in more, which one deserves more of their heroic efforts. And because the people they’ve hurt are multiple, while their victimhood only involves a single person, the good of the many always ends up being more important than showing sympathy. 

This is what happens with Uraraka, for example. She remembers Toga’s tears, and wants to help her smile, but because Toga is part of the League and wreaked havoc in several cities with the PLF, killing many innocents… that sympathy becomes conditional. So Uraraka looks at the destroyed landscape to remind herself that there’s also another side of Toga. One less worthy of her concern. One that deserves it, because this suffering she’s experiencing is Toga’s own fault. If Toga wants to live her version of a happy life, she tells her, she also must be ready to live with the consequences. 

This sentiment is the same that Shouto later directs at his brother. You can’t blame dad for the lives you took, he tells Touya, because you did those things, not Endvr. They are your own fault. 

The problem with this approach is that it asks victims to put their shit together on their own, for everyone else’s convenience, without anyone else involved in fixing a broken system. And most importantly, it also asks victims to face the consequences of their actions, while also turning around and not holding abusers accountable for their own. 

The fact that this idea is explored through Toga and Shigaraki as well makes me think it goes beyond the Todofam’s dysfunctionality. But to bring this back to them… 

Do I think it’s distasteful that the framing treats Touya this way? Yes. It hurts to watch on a near constant basis, even when I know there’s likely a reason for it. But at the same time, I dislike on principle when people hold Rei and Fuyumi to a higher standard than the men in the house for displaying character flaws. 

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not accusing you of purposeful malice or anything like that. You're clearly struggling against your instinctive dislike, and you came here to discuss it, so I presume you're looking for reasons to either reinforce it, or to let go of it. I hope that by the end of this, you will find some more reasons to be kind to them regardless of the quality of the writing. 

What I’ve noticed during my time in this fandom is a certain... expectation, almost...? for women to always perform the role of "perfect victims", with the penance of getting the brunt of the fandom's anger when they don't. 

What does that even mean? 

In short, women in fiction aren't given the same leniency as their male counterparts when it comes to displaying said flaws. While for men having any is typically regarded as a good thing because it gives the character depth, when women do something “wrong,” they get crucified. 

I believe this happens in the bnha fandom as well, particularly amongst Todofam stans. While Shouto, Natsuo and Touya are all allowed to be imperfect, and their rough edges get widely recognized as faucets of trauma, Fuyumi and Rei aren't given the same sympathy. 

As I mentioned above, Shouto gets to be undecided and to direct unkind words to his brother without the same backlash from fans. Natsuo is allowed to put faith in Enji because he shows reluctance to trust his old man. But the women are hated because they take a less belligerent approach to Enji’s atonement. 

I believe that the reason why so many fans struggle to like Fuyumi and Rei is because they misread them. Their lack of outright hostility is widely interpreted as forgiveness, when in fact, it’s not quite written that way. I find that equating their willingness to let Enji try to be a better person with forgiveness is a flattening of their depth as abuse survivors. 

I think much of the blame Rei faces isn’t actually rooted in anything particularly bad she did in canon. Most of the things we can blame her for are also things that Enji did alongside her, and Enji did them with far more cruelty and selfishness. But! I also think that some people have an instinctual dislike of her because she’s written with a lot of stereotypes of submissive femininity in mind, and that understandably makes a lot of folks uncomfortable. 

What I’ve seen is that because Enji is a pos, people have turned to Rei in hopes she could be a better parent, or someone okay-ish enough to make up for the bad, you know? And that’s totally fair. I’ve done the same. But I also think that in the process, people sort of created this idealized version of her that then didn’t live up to her canon characterization. They—perhaps subconsciously—wanted her to be a good victim and a good mom, when she’s meant to be neither. I think she’s more nuanced than that, and that perfect victims don’t really exist anyway. 

But because they expected her to balance out Enji’s bad, they don’t really know what to make of a character who’s now written to parallel him in many ways. While she did not hit her kids, she still hurt them in other ways. While she tried her best to oppose her husband’s will, she still didn’t oppose it in a way that mattered when it came to Touya’s mental well-being in particular. Just like Enji, she was shown to be neglectful and avoidant of her eldest.

This makes her a nuanced character. Just like Touya, she can have done horrible things and still be a victim because the two things can coexist. But expecting her to be just one over the other, ironically, results in the same scapegoating Touya’s being subjected to by the narrative. 

The fact that she’s a victim and that she ended up hurting others as a result of unaddressed and spiraling mental health problems aren’t factors that are battling for dominance. You’re not supposed to look at her and think “the bad she’s done outweighs the good, hence she doesn’t deserve any sympathy.” If you’re not doing that for Touya, why are you doing it for her? 

To address the one complaint you mentioned about her, the fact that she calls her son “Dabi.”

She does that once. 

In fact, if you look at it closely you’ll notice something interesting. She calls him “Dabi” when she’s thinking of him as a villain. When the topic of fighting comes up, and with it, the emotional baggage that “stopping” Touya already has as an ongoing theme. But Rei also calls him “our son” when she’s apologizing to Hawks for the burns, and she calls him “Touya” when she’s confronting Enji. To me, this confirms the idea I talked about above, the mental divide that makes it harder to reconcile the villain with the crying boy they remember. Rei, like Shouto, loves Touya, but her reaction isn’t perfect because she’s an imperfect victim living in a flawed world. 

In the grand scheme of things, the issue with the framing of Touya as a bad sheep does exist, but I don’t blame it on Rei specifically. I think there’s a fundamental difference between her calling her son “Dabi” that one time versus Enji privately thinking of Touya as a mass murderer. 

Putting this out there for those who can’t read japanese. The word (in kanji) Enji uses here reads tairyousatsujinsha. Which means indeed “mass murderer.” We only know that he’s even referring to Touya because the furigana (which typically shows the actual reading of the word in kanji) reads a different word, musuko, “son.” 

So, sure, might be more internally coherent as an asshole who can’t face his actions, but getting angry at Rei for calling Touya “Dabi” seems rather… mean-spirited imho, when it’s not even on the same magnitude of alienation Enji shows for the blood of his blood here. He doesn’t even call him the more generic word for villain. Not his chosen villain moniker, either. He goes straight for the moral upper ground of calling attention to Dabi’s crimes, when he can’t even properly own up to his own.  

Anyway. Moving on, there’s also the topic of Fuyumi. You mentioned that her line “letting bygones stay bygones” was in the hospital chapters, but I couldn’t find it there. Were you by chance referencing this?

because if so, I believe the above panel on the left comes from a fan scanlation. If you compare it to the official Viz translation, her words don't carry quite the same edge. Now, the wording is similar enough that it might be an instance of Viz correcting the release at a later date (it has happened before. Japanese is a tricky language). 

But since you quoted this line, let’s discuss the nuance. 

In the picture on the left, Fuyumi appears less sympathetic towards Natsu. It reads like she's blaming him for being too stubborn to let the past go, while also minimizing the extent of his trauma as something that can be just… brushed off. As something that should stay in the past. 

As opposed to that, the version on the right puts more emphasis on the process of grieving, on Natsuo's mental well-being. "Can't seem to let go" still carries the same implication that closure on Touya’s death is desirable, but her phrasing is soft enough that it comes across like she's sad about Natsuo’s sadness. Like she wishes he'd let himself find some peace, after all this time.

I'm bringing up both these versions because I wanted to compare and contrast them to the original. See, the jp text says this: 

Which translates to: "Only Natsuo can't lower his raised fist." 

Being fair to the eng translation, all these versions more or less say the same thing. She's still singling out Natsuo for reacting differently from the rest of them. Which does indeed seem like she’s blaming him for it.

However, the original wording has a completely different nuance imho. By bringing attention to his raised fist, Fuyumi is commenting on Natsuo using anger as a coping mechanism to deal with his grief. The emphasis then is not so much on whether or not she thinks he should "let go" or "let bygones be bygones," but on the fact that Natsuo is stuck in that defense position. His fists are permanently raised, and he cannot let them lower. He's constantly poised for a fight, and as a result, he always slams headfirst into one. 

I think this confirms my reading of Fuyumi as a mediator, as someone trying her best to de-escalate all the fighting in the house. 

In this post I explained why I think she's stuck into a part herself. As the big sister who stepped into the role of caretaker at a young age, Fuyumi displays all the traits of someone who learned early on to fear explosive tempers, and resorted to acting like the patient one to protect her siblings. She sorta acts like a… fire-retardant blanket, so to say. She attempts to put out fires before they can get bigger by sucking out the air that keeps them alight. She’s shown doing this with Natsuo during dinner, and she’s shown often playing mediator to avoid explosive tempers from bursting. 

I think a lot of people read her as someone pursuing her idea of a perfect family because she remembers a time where things were better and wants that again. The problem with that, imho, is when people call her selfish for it. When they say she’s pressuring her brothers into forgiving Enji like she did. I find that—at least the latter part—a malicious misreading rooted in badly hidden misogyny. Why is she not allowed to want things that are at odds with her brother’s wishes, but her siblings are allowed to want things that are at odds with hers? Why is she perceived as selfish for it, but her brothers are not? And why is the reading of her as forceful in this pursuit so widespread, when she made no attempts to steer Natsuo back in both times he stormed out the room?

It seems to me like the same issue with Rei. Fuyumi needs to be a good victim and a good sister, or be crucified if she dares have flaws and imperfections. But again, just like Rei, she’s a victim as well, and she has trauma too. I think people shouldn’t presume that her feelings for her abuser are clearcut and black and white. 

I know it’s easy to dislike her because she seemingly “forgave” Enji, but so far she’s never stated that. It’s the audience’s inference that she has. The fact that she wants a shot at having a more normal family doesn’t mean she thinks Enji did a 180°. It just means she’s willing to give him a chance to be a better person, which is something that Shouto’s also shown doing. But because Shouto remains hostile while Fuyumi makes an effort to treat Enji like a person, it’s widely assumed she must have no complex feelings for her father, or that she’s okay with moving on. 

I find that an oversimplification. Don’t get me wrong, I know the Todoroki women are much less fleshed out than the men. Rei doesn’t even have a character profile yet. But because of this, I wish the fandom didn’t jump for their throat based on those few sparse lines we do have. Just because Horikoshi hates women doesn’t mean we should all follow in his example 

Let’s all allow ourselves to think these characters can have depth. To experiment and play with ideas when something’s yet unconfirmed, to headcanon and theorize and fill the gaps of missing info like we do for other (male) characters. I promise it’s much more fun than getting angry or upset at all the failings from canon

If that's not your cup of tea... that's fine, but I hope I was at least able to make you consider something you hadn't thought of before

#bnha meta #meta:rei #meta:fuyumi #my post #bnha #bnha spoilers #todoroki rei #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki shouto

[rockybloo]

english isn’t my first language so i apologize for any weird phrasing — so i remember reading an answer from you a while ago that explains that bitterbat chose to be a villain with one if the reasons being that the hero system has too many rules, which is fair, and that he’s also trying to clean up his fathers mess — the vents i think they’re called — which is another reason he’s a villain. (ps i love all your stories, you have a lot of interesting premises and characters!)

anyway i’ve just seen the recent ask about sweethearts guilt with treating him like a villain, and we all know bitterbat can read emotions. so my question is: why does bitterbat continue to want to be a villain if he knows it makes sweetheart feel bad?

Thank you!

As for Bitterbat's reasoning on continuing to be a villain, the pros outweigh the cons

He already had a reputation before he left as a villain as he and Sweetheart had pretty of battles when they were children in the public eye. So it's easier to return under the guise of revenge instead of trying to "turn over a new leaf" and face a bunch of doubt and nonbelievers.

There are too many rules for being a hero and Bitterbat is already sick of all the rules there are for being a human. Those already give him a head ache especially the ones that are against just challenging anyone to a battle to the death because of a minor inconvenience they caused. And don't get him started on the rules to a healthy "human" relationship.

Bitterbat doesn't give a shit about Decking City or Earth. He doesn't care about any human conflicts save for the ones that directly effect his Sweetie Pie. Due to his damn near uncaring but still slightly neutral perspective on Earthly life, both he and Sweetheart agreed he'd have a smoother time being a villain than becoming potentially one of the most criticized heroes in history.

One of the rules for heroes is how heroes have to be prepared to go on duty to fight certain villains. So even if Bitterbat was a hero, he would wind up having to spend even less time around Sweetheart who he would have to be sharing with the attention of some villain. And he simply ain't having that. So he decided he'll be the villain that hogs all her attention so he can have all the Sweetheart time he wants while also still working towards fixing his father's mess.

The lack of rules (with there basically be none) for villains allows Bitterbat to do whatever he wants and go where ever he pleases without having to be tracked by any hero league or squad or group.

Bitterbat doesn't have ANY documentation for Earth. His fingerprint doesn't identify him because there are no human records of his existence-not even in this galaxy. He has no socials or a birth certificate. He is a completely blank slate. And being a blank slate means he can operate much more easily under the nose of the law because there ain't much to track back to him.

Being a villain was Bitterbat's idea and he doesn't mind it much save for the times he can't be with Sweetheart. He acknowledges that Sweetheart feels guilt from time to time about it but they both work through it with him comforting her and telling her how no matter how tough things get-he knows she loves him regardless of what lengths they have to go for their act. On the days her guilt gets too much, they take the day off and just spend some alone time together until she feels better.

Ultimate perk of Bitterbat being a villain is that he is part of the Band of Bastards which is the villain league in Decking City. And that allows him to get all sorts of confidential villainy secrets he can use to his and Sweetheart's advantage. He may be a villain in public but he does some slightly heroic things like acting like a spy. Of course, there's some things he goes along with because causing a little bit of mayhem is fun but he never partakes in any plans that could lead to human casualties.

#ask #ask: bitterbat #ask: glitter and guilt