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taleswrittena · 1 year

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MOBILE RULES & INFORMATION

Since people don’t read rules all the way through i would like to preface this by saying: TRIGGERING MATERIAL WILL BE WRITTEN HERE. THIS INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: INCEST, , MENTIONS OF NONCON, AFTERMATH OF NONCON, SUICIDAL IDEALATIONS, CHEATING, AND ANYTHING ELSE I WANT TO WRITE. BY CLICKING FOLLOW, YOU AGREE TO BLACKLIST THE TAGS PROVIDED IN THE FORM OF (trigger here) tw. DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU THINK FICTION EQUALS REALITY OR IN ANYWAY HAS ANY REFLECTION ON A MUN’S MORAL STANDING. I EXPECT PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW ME TO ACT LIKE ADULTS AND BLACKLIST TAGS OR BLOCK ME. END OF STORY.

I WILL NEVER PUSH THIS ON ANYONE. NOR WILL I EVER BRING UP TRIGGERING TOPICS FIRST.

HATE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND ANY ANON’S I GET ABOUT THIS THAT IS HATE WILL BE BLOCKED/NOT AT ALL ACKNOWLEDGEDS

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about: this is an indie mutuals only rp blog for a multimuse with various fandoms from tv shows, movies, anime, and video games. mun is 25+, i'm genderfluid and my pronouns are primarily he/him and they/them. she/her is fine but it is not prefered like those are. my name is Jay. Previously known as Ares and Snow.

Callout culture: Do not involve me in this. Period. I want no part of it and will block as soon as I see it, tagged or not. I believe it does more harm than good and something like that is extremely harmful..

content: there will be some pretty heavy material featured here. such as suicidal thoughts, mentions of noncon and the trauma after it, incest, and anything else I want to write. I will not tolerate hate being sent to me about this and I will block anyone who tries to police me. The only hard limit i have and absolutely refuse to write is pedophilia.

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DNI’s will get you blocked. I don’t agree with making people choose between people when there are things like blacklist and tumblr’s own filtering system to help you avoid a person

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interactions: I LOVE multiple threads with someone, if you let me, I’ll have 100 threads with people. I also, sometimes, NPC characters to help move threads along and build plots, if you’re not okay with that, please just let me know.

follow/unfollowing: i usually follow back pretty quick. if i don't follow within a week, i'm probably not going to follow back. 9/10 i do follow back. i will not follow if i see vaguing, callouts, or any sort of drama on blogs. i also will not follow any under the age of 18.

If I do not follow you back, do not message me asking to write or become mutuals - you will be blocked.

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note: if you send memes multiple times and there’s clearly a way to continue them, ESPECIALLY if we’ve never interacted before, and you keep sending memes but have NO INTENTIONS on replying to them, I will be less likely to respond to them. memes, in my eyes, are used as alternatives to starters. if you don’t respond to them after i’ve responded to quite a few, that’s me putting work into it for no reason really, so yeah.

My triggers: Sharks. That’s it. Just tag pictures of sharks for me please. not exactly a trigger but please also tag negativity.

nsfw: smut will be present here. i can not play the dominant party/tops in smut for real life personal reasons, please don't ask me too. if you don't feel comfortable with it, we can fade to black, easy peasy. i won't make myself uncomfortable for some smut. All muses involved in smut or ships are 18.

OCS: I love them. Send them my way, please!

Shipping: all muses are LGBT+ in some shape or form so if you want to ship, just let me know. They’re pretty open to anyone, though gay and lesbian muses will stay gay and lesbian. I ship toxic pairings and incest so if that’s your cup of tea, just lemme know, and we can work something out if not? That’s alright too!!

As previously stated, all ships and smut scenes are involved with characters 18+. I will never under any circumstance write something with underage characters.

writing: i generally prefer writing multi-para or novella. one-liners or one-paragraphs usually end up getting dropped or made into much longer threads as i have absolutely no chill.

End note: Do me a favor and like/or reply to this post if you’ve read my rules or risk being soft blocked. this is mandatory. Also below you’ll find important links:

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#new rules post who dis #it's basically just the same thing just less messy #pls like this if you've read it!!

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snezfics-n-shit · 7 months

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Sicktember Day 30: Patient 0

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Maya Fey, Larry Butz, Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright Notes: Not long after the events of Bridge to The Turnabout, Phoenix Wright’s phone started blowing up with some strongly worded accusations of giving his cold to everyone involved in the case. Still emotionally and mentally drained from the previous case, the best he can do for an olive branch is inviting three of those he knows to have caught this cold for a sort of informal reunion at his family’s home. Takes place very shortly after 3-5. While Phoenix’s parents are mentioned, given that it’s their house, they’re not actually present in this entry. This turned out pretty long, but hey, it’s the last day of Sicktember, so I gotta either go big or go home. Today started out pretty stressful due to some unclear personal situations, but luckily it wasn’t so bad that writing this couldn’t make me feel better. I do feel a lot better, by the way. If you like the things I write, I always appreciate reblogs and comments; they really make my day!

“Woah! The whole gang’s all here, huh?” Maya’s excited observation startled the trio of old friends, and the sickly pallor of her face contrasting her tone had them taken aback once more when they finally looked over to her. “What? Are girls not allowed?” She pouted. “Nick’s mom said to join in…”

“Nah, you can join us just fine!” Larry took the liberty of inviting Maya to take a seat on one of the available couch cushions and offering her a throw blanket with prints of kittens playing together. “You just look in as rough of shape as we are.” He let out a raspy laugh and then briefly turned his gaze to Phoenix. “Well, Nick’s doing better, but he’s in his own kind of rough shape.”

“Ms. Fey,” Miles addressed her, “I hope you didn’t walk all this way in your current condition.” The way he crossed his arms made the little snowmen on his designated blanket look like they were being held in some kind of new form of restraint.

“Oh, not at all.” Maya let out a hacking cough starting at the tail end of her answer. “I took a bus for half the trip, actually.” She wrapped herself in the soft blanket and made a pleased smile. “I think I’m starting to feel better, too.” She looked over to Phoenix. “I bet I’d get better faster if I had your blanket in my nest, Nick.”

“What?” Phoenix looked down at his Signal Samurai themed blanket and all its loose threads and markings that proved it to be well loved. “Why are you asking for mine?”

“Well, you’re not sick anymore, right?” Maya absentmindedly wiped her running nose on her own blanket, making Phoenix even less interested in sharing. “Plus, I thought you didn’t like the Samurai!”

“I said I didn’t like the new Samurai.” Phoenix corrected her.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Maya leaned to Miles’s side, holding her hand to the side of her face to feign an attempt at whispering. “He’s one of those fans.”

“I know.” Miles nodded, sounding disappointed. “It’s truly a shame.”

“No way, Edgey!” Larry leaned forward. “You still like the Samurai? From when we were kids?” He started coughing in Miles’s direction; though he tried his best to cover, it was a half-hearted effort that left Miles looking at Larry with disgust. “Come on, you’re already sick.”

“There’s still something called common courtesy.” Miles glowered before returning to the last subject, silently convincing himself that he could just explain admitting this interest in the franchise away by blaming his fever. “The Steel Samurai is high quality television. You can see how technology’s advances have improved in areas that earlier series were admittedly lacking.”

“Wasn’t there some new guy after the Steel Samurai? I think I remember him showing up in a lot of magazines…”

“We don’t talk about the Nickel Samurai.” Maya made it clear in her voice that even acknowledging the tainted character’s voice was unpleasant. “There’s separating art from the artist, and then there’s, well…”

“That would require the art to be worth separation in the first place.” Miles commented with a sniffle. “The Nickel Samurai had no reason to exist as a character.”

“Well, I liked his character at first.” Maya pouted.

While the two Samurai franchise enthusiasts continued their debate despite frequent interruptions from coughs and sneezes, Phoenix and Larry both decided to tune out the conversation going on in front of them in favor of their own.

“You got that blanket from your dad, didn’t you?” Larry pointed at the blanket that started the debate serving as background noise.

“Yeah. It was after we got our tongues stuck to that one metal flagpole.” Phoenix reminisced. “I remember hearing my mom on the phone telling my dad how flags used to make her so anxious when she was a kid that she didn’t realize the poles were the real danger. I thought it was weird at first, but as I got older, I realized it was really sad. You know, being so young and so afraid of things we don’t even think twice about.”

“I guess it is pretty sad when you put it that way.” Larry sighed, looking down until something caught his eye. “But you know, it’s not so sad when you look at this blanket.” He pointed at all the Santa Claus prints on his own blanket. “I mean, things clearly got better.”

“You’re right, Larry–”

“Yeah!” Maya exclaimed. “The Samurai series did get better when the Steel Samurai came back.” Despite her agreement’s timing, it was apparently in response to something Miles had said instead of Larry’s similar statement.

“Indeed it did.” Miles agreed, looking far less intense than he did earlier when Maya had defended what he considered to be “the dark ages” of the Samurai franchise.

“I guess that means the argument has finally settled.” Phoenix said to Larry, sounding relieved. His relief hardly lasted long, though, thanks to the furious vibrations of his Nokia phone. He pulled out the phone and squinted at its tiny screen before letting out a heavy sigh.

Another message claiming he had given his cold to yet another person. How many people were involved in that case, again? At least this particular text message was far more gracious than the accusations hurled at him from Franziska von Karma earlier on in the day that seemed to sting harder than her actual whip.

“Don’t tell me,” Miles paused to cough before continuing, “Franziska woke up feeling worse and is livid at you for it?” His guess came from a place of experience.

“No, actually. It’s Iris.” Phoenix reread the message’s sender’s contact information to make sure he was right about who it was from. “She said she’s not feeling well and that reminded her to ask how I’m feeling.”

“Aw, she’s such a sweetheart!” Larry gushed. “So, do you think you’ll get back to her?”

“I probably should, but…” Phoenix set his phone on the coffee table, looking dejected as he did so. “I don’t really know how I feel about talking to her again after, well, everything. I mean, I know she’s not Dollie–” he looked disgusted at himself for letting that pet name slip, “I mean Dahlia, at least, but I’m still wary.”

“I don’t blame you for that at all, Nick.” Maya placed a hand on Phoenix’s shoulder, though a quick sneeze forced that hand to pull away until she was out of that brief haze enough to put the hand back in its intended position. “There’s that ‘too soon’ factor about it.”

“That’s definitely one part of it.” Phoenix leaned back. “Say,” his tone changed as much as he wanted the current subject to change, “how about I get us some tea?” Just as he expected, Miles looked concerned following that suggestion. “My mom will make it, so it’s definitely not gonna be like what we have at the office.”

“Hey!” Maya huffed. “I make the tea at the office!”

Well, like they say, it’s impossible to win them all. Phoenix simply gave an apologetic shrug and left for the kitchen.

“Is Wright’s family’s house what you expected it to be, Ms. Fey?” Miles asked. He thought back to his first steps into the house Phoenix grew up in; this house was new, with Mr. & Mrs. Wright having moved for the sake of more space for their cats, but the holiday-themed aesthetics still left Miles admittedly bewildered by the sheer length of time they would be displayed. Even in February, there were Christmas decorations abound, though they seemed to at least be paired with some Cupids and Valentine’s Day hearts.

“Kind of.” Maya bit her lip as she tried to give an answer that was both honest and conveyed no unintended offense. “He did say his mom was really enthusiastic about her decorating, but this is, um, a lot more than I imagined.” She quickly held her hands up in defense. “There’s not anything wrong with it, though! She was really nice when she let me inside, and Nick’s dad sounds like a really cool guy, too.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s such a cool guy!” Larry nodded happily before taking a tissue from a nearly empty box, not even bothering to make an accurate shot in the trash bin after he was done using it. “He works in construction and sometimes he would show us all the cool buildings he worked on. Maybe when we’re all feeling better, we could go for a drive with him to tour around some of them.”

“That sounds so much fun!” Maya beamed. “We should take that shiny red car I saw in the driveway, it would be so cool riding around in that!”

“The ‘shiny red car’ you saw is actually my car, Ms. Fey.” Miles struggled to productively clear his throat after he spoke.

“Can we still ride around in it with Nick’s dad, Mr. Edgeworth?” Maya gave the prosecutor the same pleading eyes that Phoenix frequently mentioned were so hard not to give in to.

“It’s only fair, Edgey.” Larry added to Maya’s pleas. “You drove me here, so that leaves Nick and Maya left out.”

“I’m afraid ‘fairness’ alone hardly constitutes a solid argument for potentially dirtying the seats of my car.” Miles couldn’t help but frown, with the fever flush on his cheeks further accentuating his unamused expression.

“Hey! We won’t get it dirty!” Maya argued. “Well, I won’t get it dirty. I’m not sure about Nick, though.”

“How about this, Edgey,” Larry adjusted the blanket on his lap into more of a cloak before continuing with his suggestion, “you can give us a ride in return for some pointers on how to make a proper origami crane.”

Miles was speechless, only able to clench his teeth in frustration and embarrassment.

“You can’t make an origami crane, Mr. Edgeworth?” Maya asked sympathetically.

“Nope. He never could, and he even cried about how bad he was at it.”

“Aw, that’s so sad. Poor Mr. Edgeworth.”

“I know right?”

“L-Larry!!” Miles sputtered. “F-Fine! Fine! You can get your ride as long as neither of you bring up that incident ever again!” His frantic concession ended with a fit of coughing, something both Maya and Larry tried to ease by rubbing his back.

“Everything alright in here?” Phoenix asked as he entered the living room, carrying a tray of four mugs of tea that he gently set on the coffee table so he could distribute each mug carefully.

“Edgey’s gonna let us ride in his car.” Larry relayed Miles’s pressured decision with a grin.

Phoenix doubted Miles offered such a thing completely voluntarily, shaking his head with a soft chuckle as he handed out the mugs; the steam of which managed to make Larry sneeze, prompting an additional chorus of chuckles from Phoenix’s other guests, though Phoenix noticeably went quiet instead.

“Thank you, Wright.” Miles said politely before taking a sip of his tea. It had been clearly allowed to cool for the sake of avoiding burning any tongues, too cool for his personal tastes, but he was grateful nonetheless. “I hope you know how much I appreciate you and your family allowing me to stay.”

“Me, too!” Larry added. “Thanks for letting us all crash here, even though you're the one who got us all sick.” He laughed to soften the blow of what could be considered a harsh truth.

“Same here!” Maya shared her appreciation as well. “Does this count as a slumber party, by the way? I’ve never been to one.”

“We haven’t had sleepovers in,” Larry paused to count with his fingers, “way too long.” He looked over to Maya. “We’ve definitely never had one where we invited a girl.” He leaned towards Phoenix and started to whisper. “What if she finds out all our secrets?”

“What secrets?” Phoenix didn’t even bother to whisper back. “Maya somehow knows more about you two than I ever did, and I was the one who told her a majority of those things.”

“That’s not true.” Maya sipped her tea, humming as she felt the soothing honey work its magic on her sore throat. “I still need to know some of your secrets, Nick!”

“But you work with me.” Phoenix argued. “What kind of secrets about me would you not already know?”

“There’s always something.” Maya couldn’t help but giggle. “By the time we’re all better, I’m gonna know everything about you, even the stuff you don’t know yourself.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense…” Phoenix sighed.

“I’m eager to catch up on this information as well.” Miles admitted. “After all, it’s only been a few short years since we could finally meet again.”

“Not you too, Miles.” Phoenix lowered his head to be held in his hands.

“I’m happy to deliver!” Larry offered with a smirk, further intensifying Phoenix’s exasperation. “So, when Nick and I were in college…”

Maybe Phoenix should have opted to pay everyone personal visits instead.

#snez attorney #my writing #my fics #sicktember #sicktember 2023

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years

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been following you recently and completely agree with you regarding the fandom as well as shippers. I don’t know if you’re willing to talk about this but there is major hypocrisy out there also with all those shippers out all being women, straight for the most part, who go at length to deny fantasying about their fav ship. seriously, I’m a straight female who got really intrigued by a pair in BTS and yes let’s be honest for the vast majority of us there’s some sort of fantasy behind it. it’s not a shame, women are allowed to have fantasies about men imo, but over coating it as just being supporters… meh, sorry, don’t believe it. Been lurking on this app for over a year and seeing all those women discussing issues regarding gay men like they re the ultimate source of truth and if you don’t agree with them you re just homophobic or whatever, idk it’s just feel weird to me. On one hand it’s really cool cause they do share some good stuff about lgbt issues that maybe some readers wouldn’t know about, but on the other hand I’ve read some stuff that is really out of touch with reality imo -from what I’ve discussed with my boyfriend who bi and our gay friends, I’m clearly not a source of great knowledge either. But I just find it interesting that for them Tumblr is perceived as an app for women shipping gays and they never ever go on here.. all of those ships are always seen through a woman perspective. idk, in the end I just got bored with those accounts that post super long analysis of whatever their ship has done and how this prove this and that, I just wanna see cute gifs and pics and funny stuff about jikook cause I’m weak for the and that’s it. Sorry don’t know if that even makes sense my mind is all over the place

Alright, this is quite a sensitive topic, but we can totally talk about it here. I don't fully agree, but I understand your arguments. I'll try to explain how I see this situation and see where it leads us. But I also appreciate the ask, especially because most of the ''supporters'' as you said, wouldn't be willing to have an open honest conversation about it.

First things first, let's talk about the gender and sexual identity of the shippers/supporters. It is true that most of them are women, just because the vast majority of fans in this fandom are women, but of different ages and sexualities. I won't deny that there are a lot of them who also identify as straight because they state that when they try to work on their arguments or it comes out when they use their personal experience to explain why a ship might be real. At the same time, I will once again go back to one of my old arguments which is that, unless there are statistics, we don't know for sure the distribution of sexual identities in the shipping fandom. Bottom line is, despite the landscape looking very heterosexual, maybe it's not when you add the numbers.

As to them being mostly women talking about a possible relationship between two Korean men, this is how I see things. Matters of sexual attraction, feelings of affection between a couple, gestures and looks, are all things that for the most part, can be universally acknowledged, despite having a case that involves a different culture, or a same sex couple that is different of those who try to make sense of it. They're not aliens. People who grew up having opposite lives due to their culture, geography, age, gender, can fall in love and understand clues regarding signs of attraction regardless of where they come from. That's why women all over the world can look at two Korean men and speculate that they might be together. Because of the identifiable signs. But, and this is important, we can't just ignore a few important aspects, tied to culture, gender/sexuality. A woman's experience in a relationship, regardless of her sexuality, cannot possibly be the same as that of the experience of, let's say, two gay men. Not because love or attraction wouldn't look the same, but the difference is in small things, in the culture they live in (not just the culture of the country in which they live, but the different cultures that emerge and influence people who live in a community tied to their sexual identity). What I'm trying to say is, I personally can't judge any shipper who is a woman, regardless of her sexuality, of being able to believe that they see signs of a romantic relationship. But a romantic relationship is also gendered and socially constructed and this another aspect that we have to keep in mind. I think it's important for every shipper to have these things in mind if they are dedicating their time speculating. That usual line of ''I can't be sure because they never explicitly said so'', shouldn't be their sole argument because it's not as important as they think it is. The main argument should be ''I'm a woman and my views and experience can't 100% be the same as those of a supposed Korean gay couple''. And that's it.

And now, finally to the fantasy part. I believe it's an element of the shipping practice and experience that becomes this taboo thing because admitting that they also have that would invalidate their identity as supporters, as a lot of them believe that only shippers are likely to fantasize and it automatically has a negative connotation to it. Of course there are a lot of them who are in this shipping business for pure fantasy which in my opinion, gets problematic once it reaches outside of shipping circles. It's like with jikookers and taekookers. Jikookers say that taekookers are in it just for the fantasy. Which in and of itself, is not inherently bad because there is a big dose of fantasy in every single ship, but they are also a group of shippers who have no limits and who aren't capable of making a distinction between fantasy and reality. By claiming that taekookers are like that, that automatically puts jikookers in a better position, at least in their eyes. But by denouncing what taekookers and other shippers do, they completely get rid of the elements of fantasy. In this process, fantasy becomes something shameful, it becomes synonymous with fetishization, another word that is misused a lot of the times.

Fantasy is not a bad thing. Fantasy is part of our imagination, of having this place inside our head in which we explore thoughts and desires that may as well not translate to our day to day life. Fantasy gets translated into fanfiction, fanart. We may fantasize about things that we wouldn't dare do or say in our lives, including or especially when it's about sexual fantasy. It's not a complete reflection of our values and morals or how we would treat people. Fantasy turns into fetishization when we aren't able to make a clear distinction and we treat people in real life only through that fantasy lens, and not as real individuals. That's when it becomes a problem. So yes, shipping has a big dose of fantasy and suporters can fantasize as well. When they write long essays in which they analyze the relationship between a supposed couple, they also fantasize. They do that when they read or write fanfiction. It doesn't have to be always harmful. As long as they are not ignorant and they don't treat the actual people in the ship or people in their own lives, as merely characters in a fantasy, then it's fine.

After all, it's about the respect we have for people in general and we don't dehumanize them in the process of fantasizing about them.

#bmt asks #bts shipping discourse #shipping and fantasy #bts shippers #jikookers #taekookers

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searchingforthedreamscape · 1 year

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Beast Wars: Season 2, Ep. 10: Transmutate

(SPOILERS: This post contains spoilers for “Transmutate”. If you haven’t seen this episode, I encourage you to watch it. It’s a very good, if not sad, episode.)

I was gonna make an entire paragraph, waxing poetic about this show and the wonders of childhood, but I’m in a bad mood, so y’all’re gonna have to settle for some old-fashioned nerd rage.

As a member of the Transformers fandom, there’s never really been a time where I’ve gotten upset with them. They’re usually a good bunch of grapes in the vineyard of awfulness called life. However, there’s something that’s come up fairly recently. Something that seems to sour my overall mood whenever I come across it. That, my dear Sparklings, is discourse. I’m not talking about ship wars (Lord knows that’s an insurmountable beast to conquer.). I’m talking about a particular episode of Beast Wars. If you’ve read the title of this post, then you know where this is about to go.

Beast Wars season 2, episode 10: “Transmutate” is an episode that involves the Maximals and Predicons getting their hands on the newest stasis pod that had been revealed in an earthquake. Silverbolt, Optimus, Inferno, and Rampage approach at the same time. As it turns out, the stasis pod’s data is corrupted, which then gives rise to a being that looks similar to a prototype of a robot. Rampage takes this being and assesses it, giving it the label of “transmutant”. The being then gives itself a name: “Transmutate”.

During the entirety of the episode, we learn that Transmutate has this powerful, sonic weapon at their disposal. Rhinox suggests that the Maximals put Transmutate into stasis until they can get back to Cybertron. However, as the protoform roams the halls of the Axilon, they get a signal from Rampage that beckons them to leave the ship. Not knowing any better, Transmutate flies through the ship’s hull, setting off the alarms. So, Silverbolt and Optimus give chase.

Silverbolt catches up with Transmutate and tries to fight Rampage. The two warring bots fall from a cliff, heavily damaged from battle. They fire missiles at one another. In that moment, Transmutate leaps down, summoning a forcefeild. However, it isn’t strong enough. Transmutate dies from severe damage, but not before acknowledging their friends.

So, I bet you’re all wondering how this episode is considered ableist by some fans. And honestly? I’m wondering that too. The posts I’ve read on this hellsite claim that Transmutate is disabled coded, but I don’t see it. If anything, Transmutate is child coded. They don’t speak much and if they do, it’s usually one to three words. They don’t understand the consequences of their actions because they lack the critical thinking skills required. They’re super trusting and they have issues with emotional regulation. Which, to me, means that they’re a baby.

After watching the episode on YouTube --as you do--, I took a look at the comments to see what the consensus is, and sure the fuck enough, someone was trying to pull the “what would they think?” card. And this is why I’m a little testy tonight. See, I’m of the belief that questions like this belittle folks like me. What did I think of a child character dying a violent, horrible death on screen? I didn’t think because I was too busy crying my eyes out in pure sadness. (I mean my god. Poor Transmutate.) The fact that someone would even dare to assume that it negatively effects how disabled people see themselves is astonishing. How dare they assume that disabled people would be affected by something some Joe Schmoe on the internet read too much into. It’s way too frustrating. I mean, as someone who was actually born with Muscular Dystrophy, I have enough people trying to speak for me. I don’t need some stranger pulling that shit online.

Anyways, I hope you lovelies enjoyed this post! And please, for the love of all that is holy, watch that episode!

TL:DR: After reading a post on Tumblr about how ableist this episode is, I watched it and....It’s not ableist. I got big mad and made this monstrosity of a post.

#Beast Wars #Spoilers #Transmutate #Transformers #The Searcher's Diary #Rant

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nausikaaa · 1 year

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Idk if you missed it but Noah Schnapp came out himself as gay and has loudly been talking about how he shares that aspect with Will in canon. Will has been written as gay since s1 pitch, it's mentioned again in s2 script (ending scene), the information is literally out there for you to find. I know it's scary to trust a show again with it's rep after decades of queer baiting, I really do, but the writers aren't gonna back pedal on Will's sexuality anymore after s4, everyone involved with the show would get so much flack for it since it's been talked about by actors over and over again. But it remains to be seen how they decide to wrap up Will's story, will he get a happy ending. But him being gay is unarguably canon text.

okay, this seems like a good place to sum up my thoughts and then i won’t be engaging with this debacle any more.

so first of all i know Noah Schnapp is gay, and i’m super happy for him coming out, but i don’t think a gay actor necessarily means the character they are playing is gay, especially since Noah was cast when he was pretty young, and may not have known yet. maybe he did, maybe not. i don’t know. but it’s kind of insulting to his acting ability to imply he can’t play a character who feels and identifies a different way to him. acting is all about embodying a different person.

if he and the Duffer Brothers are discussing Will being gay in interviews and putting it in the scripts that’s also a good sign, but i don’t take interviews to be canon. to me, that’s word of god, and doesn’t count as the text of the show. my measure for whether or not something counts as visible queer rep is basically, could someone go in this show with no knowledge of who the actors or writers are, having never seen an interview or article about or, and still see that it’s gay? maybe you would argue they could through the subtext already present, but i literally watched this with my sister and she didn’t pick up on it, so not everyone can.

also, old scripts can be changed. apparently the Duffer Brothers already want to go back through previous seasons and re-record small bits of dialogue to change mistakes they made later, like changing Will’s birthday in season 2 after they forgot to acknowledge it in season 4. if those scripts were released any time after season 4 came out, i don’t trust them to be the originals one bit.

to everyone commenting and messaging saying “what, does he need to kiss a boy? does he need to say “i’m gay?” i’m so tired of coming out stories!” i get it, i do, i’m pretty over them too. but without any kind of confirmation, straight people, even ones not outwardly homophobic, can and will ignore it. i’m not asking for a coming our scene or big sweeping make out scene. but give us something. don’t you want him to come out to his mom, or his friends, or to hold hands or kiss a boy? he’s already cried, this argument is backing itself into a corner that makes it sound like you just don’t want to see happy queer experiences, you’re fine with Will being gay and miserable.

overall would love for Will to be confirmed as gay. but as you acknowledged in your message, i’ve been burned before. queerbaiting is still fairly common, and from what i’ve seen Stranger Things doesn’t have the best track record of keeping promises. did it they say before season 4 that that would be the season to explore why Will was the one originally taken to the Upside Down? i didn’t see that. and i’ve been many more people say things they thought for sure were gonna happen due to foreshadowing or interviews weren’t fulfilled.

so i, one individual who isn’t even that involved in the fandom, have decided to hold my breath. and i made one spur of the moment comment on a post that somehow snowballed into like 5 people bugging me about this for 12 hours straight. coming onto my posts and my inbox to explain subtext to me like i’m a kid. i’mm not new to this, trust me, that’s why i’m so jaded.

i know i’ll probably be ignored but can the people who have been non stop commenting at me please not go into the comments of this post trying to reignite the debate? i’m done. this is all i want to say. if you do, quite frankly that will just show me that you don’t respect my wishes, and maybe even didn’t read this post in it’s entirety, and i will just block you without reading your comment.

but if you did read all this, thanks for your time. you don’t have to agree with me, but you can clinic away and leave me with my opinions in peace. you can even wish that i’ll be proven wrong by season 5, because i would actually love to be. i’m just not holding my breath.

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you’re 29??! i can’t believe it!! i just turned 23 and i was feeling really ashamed of still being involved in fandom. not to mention, still reading fanfic. i know the hp fandom is really old but i always assumed the older fans just kinda left as they got older and started careers and families. now i’m starting to wonder how many of the hp (and drarry) blogs i follow are run by people that are around 30! also, i don’t wanna make it seem like i think you’re old. i honestly don’t!!! i guess i just had this idea that people naturally lose interest in their fandoms as they get older and i’m amazed (and relieved) that’s not the case!

Hi anon. I was very sad to read this because I’ve never felt ashamed to be here, and I don’t think you or anyone else should, either. It breaks my heart to see age being perceived as something “bad”, or at the very least as a factor that would make us abandon interests we had back when we were 20. I remember thinking that my life would be settled by the time I was 30, but the truth is the older you get, the more you realize you still have no idea what the fuck is going on; the difference is that accepting that brings a much needed amount of self-reflection, which hopefully will provide some wisdom/peace of mind instead of more frustrated expectations.

I can confidently say that at 29 I feel way more centered and self-assured about my interests, talents, flaws, limits and possibilities than I’ve ever felt at 20. That’s one of the reasons why I’m able to curate my fandom experience so well nowadays, and that brings me a level of joy and satisfaction I didn’t use to have because back then I didn’t know myself that well - and that’s okay! Experimenting is part of growing up, and that step is as important as it’s painful.

I get that everyone deals with aging differently, but to assume that fandoms and blogs are run by 20 year olds is to ignore fandom history itself. We didn’t invent fandom; it’s been around for almost as long as our ages combined, and maybe even longer - I don’t know for certain if Star Trek and The Man from U.N.C.L.E were the very first ones. We owe these folks so much; they were the foundation of fic spaces, they’re at the origins of Tumblr and AO3 communities, and the fics we celebrate as ‘classics’ today were all written by them. Consider this: the first HP book was published in 1997. The fandom has been around for 20 years, which means the HP generation - those who were Harry’s age or older, and who grew up reading those stories - are now in their 40s-50s.

That doesn’t exclude younger folks from the community by any means! I just think it’s super important to acknowledge other generations’ ongoing contribution and to see this as an adult space, formed by an adult fanbase with adult interests. We’re lucky enough that they decided to stick around and share their passion and talent with us, or we wouldn’t have a catalogue of almost 50k fics (and that’s only on AO3!) at our disposal 🙌🏼

This is getting long and I apologize if I sound patronizing or rude, it’s not my intention at all! I just hope this gives you a bit of perspective because ageism in fandom is a real thing that can be really harmful not only to creators but to fans in general. Some things only click as we collect more life experience, but I hope I have helped you let go of any feelings of shame or inadequacy about reading fic or being part of any fandom. If it makes you happy, that’s all that should matter. I for one have been around for almost 20 years and I’m certainly not going anywhere ;) cheers!

#anon #asks #on fandom

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Happily Divorced

Chapter 2- How to Make Coffee

Navigation: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Fandom: Squid Game

Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: You and Cho Sang-woo have been going through life one milestone at a time. Go to university- check, graduate- check, get a job- check, get married- check, stay married- well, that was more complicated. But, if you can’t be happily married, the two of you are determined to be Happily Divorced.

A/N: Please like, reblog, or comment? 🥺

Word meanings:

Yeobo – “Darling” / “Honey” (for married couples)

Jagiya – “Honey” / “Darling”

Gong-ju-nim- “Princess”

Nae sarang – “My love”

Sesang-e- “Oh My God”

Gomo- Aunt (Your father’s sister)

Halmeoni- Grandma

“Sang-woo,” came her slurred voice through the speaker. It had been two months since I left her apartment for the last time. We called in sick to work and fucked all day long, promising that each time would be our last. We cried, apologized, ate the leftover cake from the previous night’s party and drank a lot of expensive wine. I did not expect to hear from her after I sneaked out of her apartment that night.

I responded with her name, making her giggle. Ah, she was drunk. People tended to call their ex when drunk. I looked around to see if anyone was near. All the seats near me were empty. Everyone had already gone home.

“I’m not pregnant,” she slurred into the phone again.

“Oh? Do you want me to congratulate you or remedy the situation?” A smile overcame me as I whispered into the phone. There was no one around to hear me, but I still felt the rush of adrenaline one felt when doing something against the rules. It was wrong, talking dirty to my ex-wife in my office, but I didn’t want to stop.

“I just called so that you can take your cheque back. But, you should choose whichever option involves you fucking me again.”

“Jagiya… You miss me already?” I spoke into the phone softly.

“No, I just miss your cock. And I miss running my hands all over your broad chest and your shoulders and your beautiful back and—” she let out a frustrated moan, reminding me of the times I held her pleasure hostage, making her moan just like that. “I miss your hands, slapping me, fucking me, choking me. I miss you calling me your whore. Please, Sang-woo…” she whined. I imagined her on her bed, her fingers curled around her phone, ashamed of their inadequacy in pleasing her as her mind conjured up memories of how thoroughly I fucked her.

“Please what?”

“Please come over…”

I saved my work on the computer and began the process of shutting it down.

“Why? What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll do anything you want,” came her sultry voice.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

I stuffed my planner and the papers I needed to work from home into my bag. I slung it over my shoulder, work be damned. There was always work to do. I surprised myself with the thought, but it was true. If I left work only after getting everything done, I’d leave only when I'm so old my dick no longer worked.

“Why, my little whore? You don’t have other men waiting to sleep with you?” I asked as I punched out with my ID, turned off the lights and walked out. The night security guard smiled at me and I acknowledged him with a nod as I waited for the lift.

“Well yes, they’re all lining up outside my apartment but I’m willing to give you special treatment. Since you’re a regular customer and all.”

“Really? Now I’m jealous that there are others,” I said, keeping my words clean as I was still in the guard’s earshot. Trying to gloss over my very real jealousy, I added, “And umm, do you take cash from your customers or will you need a cheque?”

“Oh, please. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of women on your bed by now.”

“I have, yeah,” I admitted. It was strange sleeping with people whose bodies I didn’t have memorized. It was strange approaching women. I’d never done that before, not even with her. She was the one who took the first step.

“How is it? Sleeping with someone else for a change?” She asked. It irked me that she didn’t sound jealous or angry. It was irrational of me to expect that from the woman who dumped me, but I was, to my annoyance, not always a rational man. I gritted my teeth as I thought about the men she would’ve taken to her bed after our divorce. I still hadn’t let go of the feeling that she was mine.

How was sleeping with other women? Not as great as I hoped. Boring. Repetitive. Leaves me wanting you even more. I close my eyes and imagine I’m fucking you instead. I moaned out your name out of habit and she kicked me out.

“Fine,” I said instead. “Could be better,” I added. There was no harm in being honest with her anymore.

“I’ll be so much better for you. I’ll do everything you like,” she said, her words still slurring.

God, she really wanted me.

I stepped outside the building and hailed a taxi. No… She was drunk. She wouldn’t want me if she were sober. I shouldn’t go.

“I don’t know, Jagiya… You sound drunk,” I said, entering the cab, my excitement turning to uncertainty.

“Yeah, but I really really want you. I promise.”

“People usually regret sleeping with their ex.”

And I don’t want you to regret me. Not after you regretted our marriage.

“I won’t,” she whined. “I was thinking about you long before I started drinking. I slept with some guy last night and he was the wooorst. So, I kept thinking of you all day, about how good it was with you. You spoiled me so much, Sang-Woo.”

“Where to?” The cab driver asked. I didn’t know. It depended on what my drunk ex-wife said. No, I should just go home. I gave the driver the address to my apartment and leaned back on the seat.

“I want to be with you, trust me. But, not when you’re so drunk.”

“This wasn’t a problem when we were married. We’ve slept together drunk so many times. Did that piece of paper really change everything?”

“It’s not about that. We were both drunk all those times. It’s different when you’re the only one who’s drunk. I don’t want to take advantage of your drunkenness.”

“As much as I love my fantasies of you taking advantage of me, let me assure you that it will be perfectly consensual. I have an idea… I have plenty of alcohol here. You can get very drunk, as drunk as me and then it’ll be just like when we were married.”

That was all I needed to be convinced that I should go to her. I asked the cab driver to change directions and gave him her address. He seemed a little annoyed but turned the car around at the next signal.

“Or if you don’t want to sleep with your ex-wife, please just tell me. I understand. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

“Yeobo, of course I want you. If I didn’t want you, I would’ve told you bluntly because I don’t care enough to lie.”

“That’s the best and worst thing you have ever told me, I think. All wrapped up together,” she said, laughing. I smiled at the sound of her laughter as I leaned against the window. It was late and there were few people on the road. People hated the city for its congestion and fast paced life. But, I quite enjoyed it. It would be even more enjoyable to walk these streets with her, holding her hand. We’d never done something like that.

“I’m on my way. Quit laughing and get ready for me. I want you on your knees at the door. Fully naked. Don’t disappoint me,” I whispered into my phone in an authoritative tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

I didn’t know how much the driver heard and frankly, I didn’t care. There was no room for shame when your crazy rich, crazy hot ex-wife was demanding that you have sex with her.

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For only the second time in my life, I woke up on her bed. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head, but the hand did not stop shaking me awake.

“Sajangnim, your coffee,” came the voice. I squinted my eyes in confusion and pulled the blanket off myself to see her standing by the bed with a cup of coffee wearing the Sexy Secretary outfit she put on when we felt adventurous enough for roleplays.

My heart almost leapt out of my body at the sight. I rubbed my eyes and took another look at her, my eyes traveling up her scantily clad body. She wore the strappy high heeled shoes that I knew she was excited when buying but never wore because they were too difficult to walk in. She skipped the stockings, leaving her legs exposed for my viewing until I reached the hemline of her skirt in the middle of her thighs. Her white shirt was tucked into the ridiculously short skirt and she hid her fingers inside the sleeves that were too long for her. The top three buttons of her shirt were left undone and her bra pushed her tits up, teasing me. I beckoned her forward with a finger and she took slow, tentative steps towards me.

Her high heeled shoes betrayed her and she almost fell, but I leapt out of bed and caught her along with the cup of coffee…which was cold in my hand. I frowned when I looked down to find the cup empty.

“Where’s my coffee?” I asked, pulling her down, making her lie on top of me.

“I don’t know how to make coffee,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You have brought me coffee before.”

“I bought it from the cafeteria and poured it in a cup,” she said, smiling coyly before burning her head in my chest. I threw my head back in laughter. Rich girls.

“Wow, what a bad wife,” I teased, reaching under her skirt. She squirmed in my arms, grinding a little too much on my cock.

“I’m not your wife, Sajangnim. I’m your secretary, remember? You said we can talk about my…promotion?” She said, trailing the tip of her nose along my neck.

“Did I?” I asked, playing with her panties.

“Yes, you did. And you told me you’ll consider it if I was a good girl for you,” she whispered into my ear, her breath making me tingle.

“That I did… But you haven’t been a very good Secretary so far. You can’t even make me coffee.”

“Wow,” she said, rolling her eyes as she got up and sat up beside me. “Listen, I’m just trying to fuck. I’m not your actual secretary.”

“But I’d still like that coffee,” I said, bending down to kiss her.

“Fine, I’ll go down to the cafeteria,” she said, trying to get up. But I pulled her back to the bed and trapped her under my body.

“You’re gonna go out looking like this? I don’t want some assholes in the café staring at you when you’re topless.”

“I am not tople—” she shrieked as I tore her shirt off and took it off her.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” she scolded as I pulled it off her arms.

“Payback for my shirt,” I said, balling it up and hurling it across the room. She tried to shove me, but I caught her hands and pinned them down above her.

“Ooh, I like this. Are you going to keep your promise from last night? Pretend that you’re taking advantage of me?”

“No, not now. I just want the coffee I was promised.”

“I was going to buy you one before you tore my shirt and started manhandling me.”

“Stop being overdramatic, I’m not doing anything of that sort. When I manhandle you, I’ll make sure you won't be able to talk. Now, back to the matter at hand- your shirt is ruined so you have to make me coffee.”

“I could just put on another shirt and go get your coffee.”

“Or you could just make your man a fucking coffee. I know you have a kitchen,” I said, kissing her neck.

“I don’t know how,” she whined.

“I’ll teach you,” I said, picking her up and taking her to the kitchen. I never familiarized myself with her apartment enough to sleep on her bed overnight, but I did keep some essentials in her kitchen and bathroom. And I was sure she’d used none of it.

I dropped her on her feet in front of the stove, trapping her between the kitchen counter and my body as I reached up and retrieved the bottle of coffee beans and the French press. She tried to weasel out, so I pushed her harder into the counter and bent down to whisper into her ear, “Stay.” And like magic, she did.

“Step one, you heat up some water,” I said, measuring and pouring enough water for two coffees. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back and away from the stove before turning it on.

“Step two, you take your skirt off,” I said, pulling down the zipper on the back of her skirt.

“I’m pretty sure that isn’t part of the process,” she said, turning around and narrowing her eyes at me.

“What do you know? You’ve never made coffee before.”

She laughed and shimmied out of the skirt.

“Step three, you grind enough coffee beans,” I said, measuring and grinding them. “Now, remember to keep it coarse. It tastes bitter if the coffee grounds are too fine.”

When the water boiled, I used the idle time to toy with her. I wrapped a hand around her throat and let the other creep into her panties.

“Is this also part of the coffee making process?” She asked. I pinched her clit, making her yelp and push herself into my chest.

“Now, tell me… Why were you pouring coffee shop coffee into a cup? You could’ve just given it to me in the packaging.”

“I wanted you to think I made it,” she said, thrusting back into my fingers.

“Why?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I just— I wanted to be a good wife. I don’t know how to be any kind of wife at all. Did it for three years and learned nothing.”

My heart melted at that. I didn’t even know she was doing all that. I also tried in little ways to be a husband to her. But I didn’t know what a good one did. My parents raised me to believe it was my responsibility to take care of my family, make money for my wife and kids. My wife—ex-wife, was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, being the sole heiress to a Chaebol. We kept our money to ourselves, not spending anything on the other apart from the occasional gift. I took care of her in the only way she taught me to— in bed. Any problem we had in the marriage, all the petty arguments, we solved in bed. I sought forgiveness with my head between her thighs and she always granted it. Perhaps it was no surprise that the marriage dissolved when we couldn’t stand to be in bed together anymore.

I poured the hot water into the beaker and added the coffee grounds, stirring absentmindedly.

“Is that step four?” She asked.

“Huh?”

“You were teaching me how to make coffee because Your Highness is too good for store-bought coffee.”

“Yeah, that’s step four. Step five,” I said cheerfully, shaking myself out of the bad mood I put myself in, “is to wait for around five minutes.”

“And step six?”

“Aww, what an eager learner,” I cooed as I bent her over the marble counter. I kicked her legs apart, pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger inside her slick cunt.

“Step six is having a desperate cunt, but I see you’ve taken care of that already.”

“Our professors did say I was a proactive learner,” she said, looking back at me, her cheek pressed against the cold countertop.

“Those old men better not have taught you anything else.”

“Sang-woo!” She exclaimed. “You’re ruining the mood. Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Wait here, I’ll go get a condom,” I said, slapping her ass before walking to her room.

When I returned, she was exactly how I left her. When she saw me, she wiggled her ass teasingly.

“Hurry up!” She whined as I took my time admiring her.

“Shut up, mouthy, disobedient girl,” I mumbled, wrapping my hand around her hair, getting a good grip of her. I put the condom on, making her hiss as I entered her in one swift merciless thrust. No foreplay, no lube, just the wetness of her cunt. Luckily for me, she liked a bit of pain in her pleasure. I thrust in and out slowly, her hot moist cunt enveloping me, making me feel like I was back home.

“Sang-woo,” she called out to me, but I shut her up with another slap to her behind. As much as I liked to hear her say my name, I wanted some silence to relish in the feeling of being one with her again. I wanted to hear nothing but the lewd sound of my skin against hers and the wet sound of her cunt.

The brewing coffee forgotten, I slammed into her repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of power I had over her. The power dynamics between us was always part of the appeal. The rich heiress who could buy my town with pocket change letting me, the man who came from the worst part of Ssangmun-dong, fuck her rough and dirty. It was a vile mixture of my class-envy and my misogyny. It was dirty and wrong, but by God it felt so good.

I looked ahead at the mirror in the living room. I caught our image on the mirror and squinted, trying to see what we looked like. It was too far away for me to be able to make anything out. All those hours in front of a computer screen really ruined my eyes.

In just a few minutes, everything else became blurred. I was taken over by a primal instinct to keep thrusting into her. I reached a point where I knew I wouldn’t be able to slow down even if I wanted to. Suddenly, there was nothing I was worried about. Stocks and spreadsheets disappeared to the back of my head. I forgot about my appointments for the next week and all the work I had to do once I went home. There was only her and her sweet sounds and the euphoria of her cunt tightening around me. Her velvety walls tightened around me as she reached her peak, pulling me in with her as I spurted into the condom.

“I’m no coffee expert,” she said between breaths. “But I’m sure it tastes like shit now.”

I laughed as I nuzzled up against her neck. “Let’s shower and go get some coffee,” I said, picking her up and taking us both to her shower.

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“No, I’ll pay,” she said, pulling her purse out of her bag. I gave the cashier two crisp green notes before she could even open her purse. I smiled and she rolled her eyes before slipping her purse back into her bag.

It was a bit of an issue in our relationship. We agreed on the fundamentals of our marriage– kids (we wouldn’t have any) and money (we wouldn’t share any). But, I felt the need to make an exception to that rule when we went out together. I felt that it was my responsibility as the man to pay for everything we purchased. She thought she should pay as she had more money. She accused me of being a misogynist and I accused her of flaunting her wealth. Splitting the bill was never an option because then there would be no winner.

“I’m paying next time,” she said as we waited together for our drinks and donuts.

“This is just our first date and you’re already giving me a second date? You must really like me,” I teased, making her smile.

“Well, you were great in bed last night. So, I thought I’d give you another chance,” she whispered.

“Only last night?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “I thought I did pretty great an hour ago.”

“Well, you ruined the coffee and my body hurts a little from the counter digging into my belly. So, you can do better.”

“How is the coffee being factored into this?” I asked, shaking my head.

“If taking my skirt off is a part of the coffee making process, I don’t see why ruining my coffee when…” she paused to look around at the others in the café. “When umm doing me, wouldn’t cost you some points.”

“Points? I didn’t know I was being graded,” I said, collecting the tray with our order. We took our usual seat at the back of the café.

“Oh, you definitely are…”

“What is the scale? And what are the criteria?”

“I’m marking you on a scale of zero to ten. You’re a seven so far,” she said, sipping her coffee. Some of the coffee foam stayed behind above her lips, giving her a fluffy white mustache. I pulled out a tissue from the tissue box, wrapped it around my index finger and swept it over her lips.

I felt giddy as our eyes connected. I had this crazy need all of a sudden to get closer to her. I craved the casual intimacy we’d shared since the night of our divorce. It was even better than what we had before our divorce.

She looked away from me suddenly and I turned to find an older woman behind me. I knew she was her family, but I didn’t remember how they were related. We stood up from our seats, bowed and said in unison “Annyeong haseyo.”

“How are you? How is Uncle Kim?” she asked the woman.

“He is fine, he doesn’t know how to act in retirement. He wakes up at five in the morning like he has somewhere to go but he falls asleep on the sofa.” She said, placing her bag on the table.

I took that as my sign and stepped away from the table, saying “Please sit down.”

She smiled at me before taking the offered seat. My ex-wife looked stiff and was switching between glaring at me and smiling awkwardly at her aunt.

“Would you like a coffee?” I asked.

“Ah, Sang-Woo. Sure, I am very tired after shopping all day for my daughter. Get me a nice instant coffee,” she said, turning back to my ex to resume their conversation.

I ordered the coffee and looked back at the women who were now deep in conversation. Well, the Ahjumma was deep in conversation while my ex looked around as though trying to find an escape. She kept tucking her hair behind her ear and fidgeting with her cup of coffee, nodding every now and then.

I returned with the cup of coffee and pulled up a chair from a vacant table. I delivered her coffee and took a seat by my ex.

“—and he just started calling me Halmeoni. Before he even called his mother Umma. Can you believe it?”

“Haha, yeah,” my ex laughed awkwardly.

“I can believe it,” she said, sneering. “His parents are always working. No time for their own son. When are you two having kids?”

“We’re still busy, Gomo,” she said, smoothing down the non-existent wrinkles on her dress.

Ah, so this woman was her father’s sister.

“You are not getting younger,” she chided. “You are already past thirty.”

“We’re thinking about it,” she mumbled.

We were?

I opened my mouth, but under the table, the tip of her high heels dug into my shoe, a warning for me to not mess this up.

Did her family not know that we were divorced? I knew that her parents knew. They disapproved and tried to talk me into taking their daughter back. They were shocked when I told them she was the one who initiated divorce. But they also seemed relieved. Probably because they already had someone else in mind to take up my recently vacated position. Someone from a prestigious family, not some Ssangmun-dong boy they reluctantly accepted because they loved their daughter.

“Don’t think too long. When I was your age, I had two children.”

I felt the need to protect her from this woman. We’d been getting questions about having kids since the day we got married. While I was on the receiving end of a few of such annoying lectures, I knew that she bore the brunt of it as a woman. There was nothing that infuriated my wife more. She became an expert at dodging the question, but it dug up something worse in the last year of our marriage.

She made it clear when we first discussed marriage that she had no interest in having children. It was a relief for me as I wasn’t looking forward to fatherhood. Not because I had some trauma from having a terrible father but because I knew I could never be the self-sacrificing father that my Appa was.

“How is your daughter?” I interrupted, switching to what I assumed was her favorite topic. Mothers loved bragging about their children even if there was nothing worth bragging about.

“Wonderful!” she exclaimed, her face brightening up. “She is renovating her new house. She is so good at interior designing. She is even importing some pieces from France. Her husband got a promotion so he bought her a new diamond necklace to match the earrings she wore at her wedding.”

We listened to her bragging about her children and her grandchildren, happy to have escaped from the awkward topic of the kids we’ll never have. Sometime during the conversation, my ex whispered a thanks to me, took my hand in hers and rested her head on my shoulder. I did not shrug her off.

After her aunt left, I finally asked her if her family knew about our divorce. She shook her head, holding on to my hand like it was her anchor. “Umma and Appa don’t want people knowing. They’re ashamed of me.”

“That’s rubbish. Why would anyone be ashamed to have such an intelligent, hardworking daughter?” I asked, trying to cheer her up.

“They’re ashamed of their divorced daughter. They think it somehow reflects my immaturity, irresponsibility and the prime reason why I should not inherit the company.”

“What does divorce have to do with that?”

“I don’t know… Something about how if I can’t run a marriage, I can’t run the business. And they’re not wrong for trying to keep it hidden, you know? The family will bring that against me when Appa decides to retire and let me inherit the business. You know my cousins- they all think they are more entitled to my father’s business on virtue of having a dick.”

It was heartbreaking to see her left so crestfallen after an interaction with her aunt. Especially because she began her morning with a smile.

“Hey,” I said, cupping her cheek. “That business is yours, understand? The only person you have to prove yourself to is your father. Forget about your cousins. They don’t have as much of a claim over it. No one can run it better than you. And believe me when I say that because I have no reason to lie to you anymore.”

“Thank you,” she said, attempting a smile. “That doesn’t make me feel any less angry or ashamed, but thanks anyway.”

“How long are you parents going to keep this from the family?”

She simply shrugged.

“When are you telling your Umma?” She asked.

“God, I don’t know. I try to tell her each time we talk on the phone but I just never mustered up the courage to do it. I just don’t want her thinking I’m a failure.”

She caressed my back and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Sang-Woo, she won’t feel that way. You’re her golden boy, the light of her life. Just tell her.”

“It’s not as easy as you’re making it sound.”

“It can be. She never liked me. This might be the best news you give her. She’ll be excited that she can find a more suitable girl for her perfect son.”

“She likes you. She was always nice to you,” I protested.

“No, she likes that her son married a rich girl. And being nice to me doesn’t say anything about what she felt about me. She’s a sweet lady, she’s nice to everyone. Just tell her. And if you’re still afraid that she’ll be disappointed in you, just throw me under the bus. I don’t need her to like me anymore. Tell her that you dumped me because I can’t cook or because I didn’t give you children.”

I shook my head. “She’ll try to make me marry someone who can cook and wants children.”

“You can cross that bridge when you get to it. For now, just tell her you’re divorced. The longer you hide it, the worse it will be when she finally knows. You don’t want her knowing from Gi-Hun or his girlfriend.”

“Maybe you should tell my Umma. And I’ll tell your family. We can ruin each other’s lives one last time.”

“Nah, my family will hate me no matter who breaks the news. I get nothing from this deal you’re proposing. I have an alternative offer for you.”

“You do?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Yeah. I could go back to my apartment, you could come along with me and we’ll spend this Sunday on my bed. Deal?”

“Deal.”

#squid game #squid game fic #squid game smut #cho sang woo #cho sangwoo x reader #cho sang woo x reader #cho sang woo x ofc #cho sang woo x you

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some things about bnha 302:

-endeavor literally just fucked off like “I have work I can’t watch Touya” and left Rei to deal with it herself for five years lmfao??? 1. what a fucking coward and 2. Rei showing again that even if she can’t necessarily do anything to fix it, she’s still more in tune with her children’s emotions than he is, she knows Touya wants Enji’s acknowledgment! I don’t know why people are acting like she just ignored Touya’s existence in favor of Shouto???

-when Touya looked up at Endeavor and Shouto on the balcony he just looked sad?? maybe vaguely annoyed? what is up with the “he gave an evil look to Shouto” shit? Are people just looking to demonize everything this 13 year old did? He’s a kid goddamn

-Also in the same chapter he says he was wrong for going after Shouto??? He didn’t even say anything that was incorrect he is not “manipulating” Natsuo for his evil purposes jesus christ he’s THIRTEEN and Natsuo was his ONLY confidante he’s looking for comfort and crying he’s THIRTEEN JESUS

-On that note Touya isn’t really..being necessarily misogynist by saying “the girls can’t understand”. Like from his perspective they don’t understand why he needs so desperately to gain Enji’s approval and of course he’s going to react negatively to “find something else other than being a hero” no matter what good intentions they have. This isn’t their fault and it’s not his either. (cough it’s endeavor’s cough)

-Rei says “you’re going to the hill again” which leads me to think going to the hill to train is something Touya does often. And he’s very resistant to her asking him to not go, being fairly disrespectful to her (again, not his fault he’s that way) and talking back. Again, Rei is more in tune with what he’s actually feeling, she can see he’s in pain because of his obsession, and I can only imagine what she felt if she talked to him before the LAST time he went to the hill and never came home. (But also Endeavor literally just didn’t fucking go??? He couldn’t get off his ass for five minutes to go see what Touya was up to??? How is he escaping blame for the incident? Rei is shown trying to convince him to acknowledge Touya, so it’s not at all out of character to say she probably begged him to just go. But Enji chose not to.) But still, it kind of blows my mind that people think it’s Rei’s fault that he went. Like, what do you expect her to do? Use physical force to stop him and potentially make things even worse? Instead of taking any responsibility for 1. causing the obsession in the first place, 2. ignoring Touya when he has no use to him, and 3. failing to use any of his actual professional ability to help Touya control his Quirk and prevent disaster, Endeavor just comes home and blames it all on Rei, in true abuser fashion. (He literally just abandoned Touya’s training cold turkey, he didn’t even keep up with trying to at least make sure he could control it? You can’t tell me specialized training or counseling for self destructive Quirks doesn’t exist??) Which is also what the fandom’s doing lmao. She really was out of options at this point...she couldn’t convince Touya not to go and she knew it, and I’m sure she felt like a failure of a mother for it, but Enji really was the only one with any power to sway Touya’s decisions. He could have committed to spending time with his son and taking responsibility at any point, but instead focused 100% on Shouto. Rei was in the very difficult position as a parent that many mothers are put into in real life- parenting their children in an abusive environment is made even more difficult because of both the lack of support from their spouse and their children growing resentful or disrespectful towards them because of the behavior they see modeled by the abusive partner. Enji literally, directly undercut Rei’s ability to parent at all; this is literally not the same as Rei just being “neglectful” and I’m tired of seeing people say she was “passive and complicit” in what he did. Literally this whole flashback she’s been trying to help Touya, but because she couldn’t and acknowledged that she couldn’t she’s somehow taken as this bitch who didn’t try at all. the bnha fandom really takes misunderstanding abuse victims to a whole other level. “She could have told Endeavor” literally as soon as he found out (possibly when she actually did tell him after he found the burns) he just fucking beat her and continued to do nothing about Touya. What options did she have to employ to help Touya when Enji continued to ignore and hurt him?

-This panel is...kind of interesting to me. This is another line people are bashing Touya over for supposedly being misogynist. But I really don’t take it that way? I think he’s lashing out because Rei doesn’t understand him, and yeah he may want to say something to hurt her, but I feel like that’s more of a subconscious urge? It really feels more like he’s trying to say “You’re being a hypocrite, you aren’t using your own advice; you were also used, but don’t understand me.” I don’t think he’s literally blaming her for being “bought” (even though, emotionally, he may place some blame on her for him being born in the first place, because emotions themselves don’t have to be ‘rational’). I think this is just another thing Dabi blames Endeavor for.

-in summary the whole “cancel Touya because he’s misogynist” is both stupid and batshit lmao y’all are wild do you ever go outside have you ever spoken to any 13 year old

-Both Endeavor and Rei mention that they didn’t know how to talk to Touya, but it blows my mind people are treating them the same. Rei acknowledged she didn’t know how to talk to Touya, but she still tried. The disconnect between her and her child was directly caused by her husband. Enji literally fucking ignored him on purpose??? Just because Enji feels bad about it now and wants to make an excuse, doesn’t change the fact he was really just running away all along. Rei literally calls him out on this lmao.

-Literally why are people demonizing Rei for saying the issue is all of theirs to bear? That scene doesn’t read at ALL as if she’s saying “it’s literally all our fault this happened”. She is not blaming her toddler children for past events. She’s acknowledging that they all have to deal with it now as a family, which is just, facing reality to be honest. None of them can just close their eyes and pretend Dabi doesn’t exist. She knows her kids feel guilty about Touya too and is acknowledging that running from it will only make them feel worse. Do you think Shouto would listen or feel better if his mom told him “this isn’t any of your concern, so don’t think about it”???? You know he wouldn’t and she knows that too.

-“Rei didn’t say anything about Natsuo and Fuyumi in this one single conversation when she praised Shouto and used him as an example of a hero (maybe because that’s what he’s trying to become) that means she doesn’t care about the abuse they endured” lmao this is so dumb and the weirdest take I’ve seen I’m not even gonna talk about it. Where is the reading comprehension. Do people know conversations take place off screen too do they know Rei talked to her children when they visited her in hospital. What the hell

-I cannot physically believe people are referring to this scene as a “fight.” “The kids were hiding from Enji and Rei fighting.” Lmfao what the fuck is wrong with you? This is a direct parallel to the other scene involving Enji physically abusing Rei and Shouto being present. You think a woman is cowering on the floor with her confirmed abusive spouse towering over her for fun? No, he fucking put her there. Baby Shouto even says stop bullying mom. People are so desperate to act like Rei wasn’t abused and the misogyny is so ironically clear for people complaining about one or two supposedly misogynistic comments a little boy made. The kids were hiding from Endeavor abusing their mother. They were hiding from Enji.

-In conclusion, I didn’t think the bad takes about Touya and Rei could get any worse but boy I was fucking wrong.

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Love You For A Long Time [part 2 of 5]

Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019) Pairing: Dad!Santiago “Pope” Garcia/Kindergarten Teacher!F!Reader Rating: Teen (for now) Chapter Word Count: 2k Summary: At your fall parent/teacher conferences, you meet the father of a boy who’s been struggling to socialize with the other students in recent weeks. The two of you hit it off at once, but you find yourselves having to navigate your attraction around his son’s emotional conflict.

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Things progress… fluidly. Mattias has days where he is almost back to his old self, smiling and laughing with his friends. Your classroom is visibly livelier, those days. You tried to impress upon Santiago just how engaging his kid is, and on those days, you see it. The way Matt draws his classmates into play. It is as though he sees the world as bright and shining and he wants to share it.

Other days, his world is dull. And you feel for him on those days because there’s remarkably little that you can actually do.

Except call his father and give an updated report, which you do two weeks after your conference. You softly tell him, “I don’t think visits to the counselor would be the worst idea. For a little while,” and Santiago hesitates before saying, “Okay.”

He hesitates longer, when you think that the conversation is drawing to a close.

“Do you still not have a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

You let out a laugh purely because the question takes you by surprise in its bluntness. “No boyfriend or girlfriend. Can I point out that this was probably not the most tactful time to ask?”

“I spend most of my time with my five-year-old kid, so I guess my tact’s a bit shoddy these days.” When you chuckle – earnestly, because it’s charming in a peculiar way – you’re rewarded with a soft laugh in your ear. The sound is warm and sends a shiver down your spine. “Can I point out that you’re making a pretty big assumption about why I’m asking?”

Touché. “Why are you asking, Mr. Garcia?”

Neither of you acknowledges your use of Mr. Garcia. Instead, Santiago replies, “Didn’t you say this chat was to update me on any developments?” You hum. “There you go, then.”

And because Santiago doesn’t push it any further, you find that you don’t have to reel off the speech that you’ve given yourself, more than once: that you think it would be messy to try to date. Messy even with just the two of you involved, then if you take into account the specific place Mattias is in…

Very messy.

Perhaps it says something that you’re turning this over in your mind after only one meeting. A meeting during which the two of you spoke only about Matt, really. But oh, is Santiago beautiful and sweet, and he’s brought up a hell of a kid.

It’s just that his kid has absolutely got to be the top priority right now, for both of you.

You can’t help but think, as Santiago bids you a soft goodbye, that he seems to agree with you. You haven’t even discussed it – frankly, you’re a little terrified of the implications of saying it aloud – but he’s in agreement. It’s very, very attractive.

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“My dad’s coming to get me at pick-up today,” Mattias reports one Friday morning, not long after winter break. The glee in his voice suggests that the news is monumental, which you suppose it kind of is: he’s usually picked up by a babysitter that Santiago cleared with the school.

So it’s no wonder that Santiago coming feels significant to the young boy.

“That’s so exciting, Matt! Does he have the day off?”

“No, he’s just coming to see Mr. Edgar with me.”

This is not entirely a surprise. You’ve received a few updates about how counseling has been going—not anything too thorough or invasive, of course, but little bits. Combined with the fact that Matt’s behavior has been visibly improving, it makes sense that they’ve arranged a meeting.

Even so, you’re not prepared for the rush that courses through you as you line the children up at the end of the day and lead them outside to see Santiago waiting. There’s a pretty strong winter chill in the air, so he’s bundled in a hat, scarf, and well-fitting jacket. Your heart stops at the look of him, or the sight of Mattias running into his arms, or the way he cheerfully slings Matt’s backpack over his shoulder, or some combination thereof.

He briefly meets your gaze over the heads of all the kids, and your heart starts up again—it pounds in your ears for the whole walk back to your classroom.

You try not to wonder about the meeting while you wrap up your last tasks for the week and clean up your desk for the weekend, but you can’t help it, really. You’re so preoccupied with it yet wholly taken aback when, serendipitously, you clear out of the room and head to the office to drop off some papers in the other kindergarten teacher’s box, only to find Santiago there, signing out on the visitor sheet.

When he hears your footsteps, he looks up in the middle of filling out the visitor sheet. Perhaps you derive a bit of pleasure from the way that he freezes.

Matt is not rendered so speechless; he asks you what you’re still doing at school, and when you explain that you were doing some last bits of work that you didn’t have time for during the school day, he tells you quite thoughtfully, “You should have more time to do those things during school so that you can go home at the regular time like us.”

You purse your lips and glance up from Matt’s face to meet Santiago’s eye; he’s got quite the impressive poker face, listening to his son with an equally thoughtful expression. Looking back down at Mattias, you point out, “Looks to me like we’re going home at the same time, buddy.”

He laughs—all too happy to explain his obvious meaning. “The normal time. Today doesn’t count.”

“Right, right.” You turn your gaze back to Santiago, who’s finished with filling out the visitor form. Now he’s leaning against the front desk, his hand settled lightly on Matt’s head. The warmth and tenderness of the gesture is lovely. While you step around the desk to get to the mailboxes, you ask, “Did the meeting go well?”

Theoretically, this is a question for either of them, but Santiago is the one who answers. “We’re going to see how it goes not visiting Mr. Edgar for a little bit, isn’t that right, Matty?”

“Mhm.” Mattias nods proudly. “He and I talked about it on Wednesday but today Daddy said okay.”

“That I did,” Santiago agrees.

“I’m so glad to hear it, Matt.” Your eyes are now very pointedly on the sweet little boy before you, your smile warm and kind. “Maybe you won’t need to miss any more quiet reading time, yeah?”

There’s a pause while this thought really hits him, and his tone is serious when he says, “Good, I like quiet reading.”

Now you’ve certainly reached the logical endpoint for the conversation, but you can feel your mind grasping for anything else to say. Something to keep Santiago right there for a few moments longer. But he’s the one who keeps it going, even as he starts to guide Matt toward the exit. It is easy and organic as you follow. “Do you want to tell her what we’re doing to celebrate?”

“We’re getting whatever I want for dinner tonight. And going ice skating tomorrow.”

You smile wide. One of the other children in your class had an ice skating birthday party toward the beginning of the school year, and since then, many of your students have been transfixed by the sport, including Matt. “That sounds like the perfect treat. I hope you’ll tell me all about it in class on Monday.”

If you had been thinking about more than just prolonging the exchange, perhaps you would have noticed that you’ve sort of left it open for a specific response. But the only thing really on your mind is that oh, you’re standing just close enough to smell Santiago’s aftershave and it is nice--

“Maybe you should come with us.”

There’s a pleasant, satisfied expression on Matt’s face akin to the one he wore after telling Santiago that you’re single, and yes, you absolutely set him up to make the suggestion.

“I wish I could,” you offer, at the same time that an exasperated Santiago exclaims, “Matty.”

Your answer seems to startle him; it startles you, a bit, in its sincerity. And while Mattias wilts and Santiago watches you curiously, you explain, “A friend of mine from college is visiting me this weekend, so I’ll have my hands full. But maybe another time.”

“Daddy, you should give her your number in case she changes her mind.”

“She has my number, mijo.” And then, just as much for your sake as Matt’s: “She can give me a call if she wants to. What with the good news.”

Cross that boundary if you want to, he means. What with Matt being in better shape about his mom, he means.

You think you do want to.

“The very good news,” you agree softly.

When you part ways in the parking lot thirty seconds later, you think he understands your meaning, but just in case, you text him when you get home.

I think we should be able to work something out, Mr. Garcia.

He answers quickly. (Thank goodness, he’s not even trying to play hard to get.) Can I call and work something out at say… 8? M should be asleep by then. Followed almost immediately by, Shit unless you’re busy with your friend?

You can just picture him chastising himself for forgetting; it’s a charming image.

8 is fine. She doesn’t get in until tomorrow morning.

Again: a fast response. I’m glad.

It had been a disappointment when you’d initially made your plans, a product of a late evening work meeting that she couldn’t push earlier or later, but suddenly, yes—you’re glad too.

Santiago calls you promptly at 8 and you are glad.

“How’s that celebration going?” you ask by way of greeting.

To your surprise, and amusement, he immediately groans. “Matty wanted McDonald’s for dinner and was not open to negotiations after I promised anything he wanted. I should have been more specific.”

You giggle. “Rookie mistake.”

“I know, I know. I’ve known the kid his whole life, I should know better by now.” Santiago lets out a sigh. “Anyway. Hi.”

“Hi.” It’s strange, how suddenly shy you feel. But shy in the sort of way that makes you excited. It makes your heart sing. There are no questions in your mind about Santiago Garcia, at least not the sorts of questions that would give you pause in a moment like this. Your questions are more of the who is this guy that he brought up such a sweet boy variety, and the how mussed do those curls look when he first wakes up in the morning variety.

But still. The two of you say hi and for a lingering moment, a whole world temporarily lies before you and you are shy.

“I gotta admit I’m feeling a little lost here,” he tells you, and in an instant it is easier. “I haven’t really dated much since my ex.”

“Well so far you’ve brought up your son and your ex, so you’re doing great,” you tease.

Santiago laughs, an oh so sweet laugh in your ear. “Fuck. There you go, that’s what I mean. Please tell me about your evening and stop me from putting my foot in my mouth for a few seconds.”

“My evening was good. It’s nice knowing that I can maybe try to date my student’s cute dad without worrying so much about whether the student has unhealthy expectations about me replacing his newly absent mother.”

“Oh, so you talking about my son and my ex is fair game?”

You hum. “This is awkward, I was actually talking about a different student.”

Another laugh from Santiago, but when he speaks again, his tone is surprisingly serious. “The unhealthy expectations thing… I do still want to be careful about that.”

“I’d be a little bit worried if you didn’t,” you say gently.

“Good. Okay.” He hesitates for a moment. “But I think this could be really good.”

There’s something about the sentiment that hits so damn hard, and your heart pounds in your throat as you answer. “I think so too.”

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Analyzing Kars' Character

Hello everyone! FYI I am not ignoring your requests. I have tried for a week to get them finished and I keep losing motivation. Then I had the brilliant idea of writing something else about an interesting topic and then I’ll be able to finish a few requests! Today’s post is another character analysis. This is still a multi-fandom blog; you will see content related to other shows besides Voltron. Today’s character analysis is on Kars, the 10,000-year-old vampire. That’s funny. He, Allura, and Coran are the same age!

Overview

I watched JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures about a month ago when I became frustrated that there were only 4 seasons of Hunter x Hunter on Netflix. Remember the scene in the election arc when the citizens were casting their votes for chairperson and Hisoka walked up with his arms forming an “S”? Many people were posing the question of it being a “JoJo’s” reference and for the life of me, I never understood what they were talking about. Finally, I watched the show for the first time and by season 2 I could understand what they were saying.

I have to admit that by the second episode I was bored because the nature of season one took place in the 1800s England and nothing exciting happened. Though I worked my way through a few more episodes. I noticed a creepy stone mask on the way and how it never fell unless blood was splattered on it. I concluded the mask was going to play the role of an antagonist or help the antagonist succeed. Although this post is about Kars, I would like to take a moment and say that Jonathan’s death was very heart wrenching and it made me angry. Jonathan was unnecessarily nice to Dio and living in a privileged bubble lead to his demise. Jonathan was stronger than Dio and he should have kicked his ass once and for all. Have you noticed that after Joseph’s father, all JoJo’s (at least until season 5) could beat the antagonist in the show?

Anyway, the mask is a key tool in the bizarre adventures that each protagonist experiences.

Kars is a 10,000-year-old vampire that designed the Stone Mask and is essentially responsible for the horrific events that have happened throughout history. Dio being turned into a merciless vampire and his minions resulted from the Stone Mask. After discovering that he and his people could not be out in the sun, he concluded he needed the Red Stone of Aja to complete his transformation. Lisa-Lisa, a 50-year-old human woman, has possession of the stone given by her foster father Straizo. Kars, along with the 3 remaining Pilar Men (Wamuu, Esidsi, and Santana, can only survive in the sun if they two wear the mask with the Red Stone of Aja. After awakening, it is quite clear that Kars is on a mission to retrieve the stone and will destroy anything in his way. He was the only one wanting to live a life outside of the darkness. This was the driving force of creating so many Stone Masks and later discovering the need for the Red Stone of Aja. Kars understood the mask would only work on him partially because of his larger skull size, aka body manipulation. This created an increase in hunger. The Pillar Men did not like this at all and sought to eliminate him so he could not ruin the flow of nature. Kars retaliated; he murdered 99% of his people only leaving his friend Esidsi, and two children known as Santana and Wamuu.

Kars’ character is very interesting. A dog was about to have its life ended because of drunk drivers. I don’t know if this struck a nerve in his soul, but Kars nearly cut off the driver’s head, causing them to crash their car and the puppy was saved. After being defeated by Joseph the first time, he landed at the end of a snowy cliff, making sure he did not land on a few daisies. Given these unique interactions with nature and secondary species, Kars has some vendetta against humans. What did they do to him or his people for him to care only about flowers and animals but want to wipe out Harmon users? He insists that Lisa-Lisa drink poison instead of fighting her. Fighting women is something he and Wamuu don’t take pleasure in doing. When I heard this for the first time, I didn’t know if that was something to be proud of or if he was being misogynistic (you know the stereotypical view society has about women). Even if he genuinely did not want to lay a finger on Lisa-Lisa or any woman, his intentions are very questionable. He mimics politeness. If Kars offered to pay for dinner or a drink, run. Just run because if you don’t, you’ll probably be turned into a vampire or be eaten alive.

This is off topic but I wanted to pose this scenario. After watching Battle Tendency for the 10th time, I always like to bring out the “soft” side in villains. Being a sucker for Fluff isn’t helpful. I know that’s defeating the purpose of villains and antagonists, but I can’t help and wonder how it would show in Kars. As I’ve previously stated, Kars seems to care for animals and plants more than humans...so there’s a soft spot somewhere in there. I had a rather amusing and odd thought involving Kars and Lisa-Lisa. Since Lisa-Lisa is the leader over Caesar and Joseph and Kars is the leader over the remain few Pillar Men, I can’t help but wonder how they’d react to each other. When Lisa-Lisa is ordered by Kars to stay at their hideout while Joseph retrieved the Stone, I know she didn’t stand there like a statue for nearly 12 hours. I imagine Kars offering a drink, water, or juice just to get her talking. I mean, she has to warm up to him or it’s going to be a horrible 12 hours. Then he’ll try to engage in conversation and will only try to flirt with her to see how she responds. He may make a comment about how clear her skin is, how perfect her makeup stays intact, or how her legs look better than his (well, duh, you’re 9,950 years older than her!). This way, he can exploit anything he deems as a weakness, but she is a smart woman. She would reveal nothing about her that could be used against her. As OOC as this seems, it could be something he’d do. Remember, he mimics politeness; he has a trick up his sleeve. Although that may be true, at the back of his mind, he really admires how young and enchanting she looks.

Although Esidsi, Wamuu, and Santana are Pillar Men, they are ancient humanoid superhuman beings who lived on the American continent. They have supernatural abilities that leave them invincible while the sun is down. They look similar to humans, but they are much bigger and muscular. Among the 3 remaining Pillar Men, I seem to gravitate to Kars than the others. Before you judge me, I’ll explain. Kars, like many male characters in this anime and others, has a unique character design. Contrary to popular belief, I like Kars better in his head wrap or while he is wearing his hat and cape. That outfit reminds me of a ghost/monster from the remastered Scooby-Doo series in the 70s. The one thing in particular that stood out to me was his eye shadow and mascara. The earrings didn’t surprise me as every time I draw my male characters, they automatically get a pair of earrings. While being physically fit, he can make ANYTHING look excellent!

Just like any villain, Kars and Joseph are equally arrogant and can exploit their opponent’s weaknesses against them. Making jokes about Lisa-Lisa while she is unconscious nearly sets him over the edge and while Kars thinks he has defeated Joseph, he is launched into space.

Last but not least, I noticed how the first two protagonists form an unusual bond with their enemies. As many of you have seen, Dio calls Jonathan JoJo but does not acknowledge Joseph or Jotaro in the same way. He does twice towards Jotaro but not after that. Kars refers to Joseph as JoJo and I have to believe that even if he knew his real name, he’d still refer to him as JoJo. Wamuu stated that fighting Jospeh was worth his time as he did not waste it and fight fairly. Throughout their battles, they somehow remind me of childish games with the name-calling and all. I wish Kars was not a “onetime” villain. I wish he could roll over to the next season. This is a preference, as I hate seasonal villains, like Chrollo Lucilfer or anyone similar.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading!

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My journey in the MCU fandom on Tumblr: Sharing my thoughts on the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, racism in the MCU fandom and the best and the worse of the fandom

I wasn’t going to write this much but here I am… I don’t even know where I’m going with this but since The Falcon and the Winter Soldier just recently came out, I wanted to share some thoughts.

I joined Tumble because of a show I loved but most of you don’t know it “ Hit the Floor”

I stayed on Tumblr for two reasons only, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan.

Before the Captain America:Civil War premiere, a friend sent me the link to the Sebastian and Anthony ET interview, and I was hooked. In just one interview. I discovered Anthony Mackie. The guy was hilarious!!! I just couldn’t get enough and I knew I had to know more about him. How could he improvise so many funny lines on the spot? He was just amazing.

I had pretty much watched all the avengers movie but that was it. I was not involved in the fandom. So I knew Sam Wilson’s face, but I couldn’t even remember his name if my life depended on it. That’s how much the MCU treated him as a side character.

I was like how the f*ck don’t I know this guy?

His talent reminded me of Eddie Murphy, Jim Carrey or Robin Williams, like yes they can make some emotional or serious movies, but when they want to make you laugh, you will laugh. Whether you want it or not. I kept wondering how this guy wasn’t more famous.

And the banter with Sebastian Stan? Wow, you could tell their friendship was strong, the way Sebastian lighted up when Anthony was talking, and keep bouncing off his jokes. It was art. the way Sebastian said “ I love you” at the end of the interview. Pure gold.

I then started to watch some of the interviews and boy was that a mistake!!! I literally couldn’t get enough. So I watched all and I say all their interviews, it was the best. We got some gems:

“Why aren’t you looking at me as much”

“Which way is the beach Seabass”

*Them saying nonsense in Spanish and then Sebastian Saying Papi Chulo*

¨And so many more, ....

I watched other solo Anthony interviews and he was still HILARIOUS, but you could also tell he felt a little bit more at ease with Sebastian around. I won’t pretend I know him or his personality, but Sebastian seems like a little bit more of an introvert and looks like he doesn’t enjoy the interview experience unless Anthony id around him. Just my thoughts

I watched the interviews before I went to see the movie, I even cosplayed as the Winter Soldier to the movie premiere and I was IN!!! When I saw Captain America Civil War, I became a SamBucky shipper, these two were hilarious and I really so the potential for a great realtionship I love enemy to lovers stories.

I also shipped Stucky because, to me, the trope of the movie was Superhero gives up everything to protect his long term friend” Hollywood movies have some codes and if Bucky were a female character, there is no doubt in my mind that the movie would have been marketed as romance.

Stucky really was an easy ship! But then the MCU fandom of Tumblr fandom messed up everything for me. You see I really liked the CACW and I I liked Stucky, I liked Sambucky, and I loved the introduction of t’Challa’s character, but one of things that affected me the most in the movie was that it was the first blockbuster I watched with 3 black main characters, Rhodey, Sam and T’Challa. That, and the fact that they were planning to realease a Black Panther movie in two years, I was super excited, and that’s the main reason I got involved in the MCU fandom so much, when before, I was just a casual watcher.

If this seem weird to you, then you have no idea how we were only getting crumbs before. For me it was soo huge, I even told all my friends, and they were laughing at me. But usually blockbusters, especially superhero movies get one black character and that’s it, usually the best friend or something and never the leads. So, for me it really was a big deal. How sad is that by the way…

I became more involved in the fandom and, at first, I wasn’t focusing on anything special, Sambucky, Stucky, Stackie, the Black Panther, and even Zemo, whose character I really liked.

But soon I noticed that the CACW tags were always flooded, and I mean flooded with the same two white characters: Steve and Bucky. I told myself, ok that’s fine Steve is the lead after all, but it would be good to see the other characters too.

And then I noticed another interesting trend: Evanstan…. Wait what?

Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan… did I miss something? Listen, obviously I’m sure they must be friends or something, but you’re going to tell me you watch all MCU the actors and you’re going to focus on Steve and Sebastian? I’m sorry what?

Sebastian and Anthony are right there… Or Chris and Anthony, they even have a secret handshake, only the 2 of them do… what more do you want?

Tell me one iconic Evanstan moment… go ahead tell me… See??? There isn’t.

Because of this and because of how badly some Stuckies were treating Sam and Anthony. I became less and less of a stucky shipper . I mainly focused on SamBucky, Stackie and the Black Panther,

And then the Sebastian Stan stans saw how popular Stackie, Sambucky, were becoming and I started to see some problematic stuff in our fandom too.

I don’t want to generalize, but when you go into the Stackie tag, and you see cropped pictures of Sebastian without Anthony, it’s easy to assume that a Sebastian fan did that. And we know damn well you cropped out Anthony because we watched all Stackie interviews and know exactly which interview your picture was taken from. We know that Anthony was sitting right next to Seb.

You post a picture of Sebastian laughing but you crop out the person who was making him laugh??

“but it has nothing to do with race” How do you know that?

“Sebastian had more screen time” More screen time than Anthony in CATWS or CACW? I don’t think so.

“I have been a fan of Sebastian for longer”, that’s fine but don’t go out cropping Anthony, just post gifs of Seb in his usual, sad, and Anthony-less interviews, not the ones where he’s smiling because his best friend is next to him.

Some of you really are the worst. And just so you know, your fave Sebastian is Anthony’s biggest fan, if he saw pictures where you cropped out Anthony, he would block you on the spot.

When I realized that Anthony Mackie would be the next Captain America I was screaming, no actually, I was crying, Sam Wilson will be Captain America, and Anthony would finally get the recognition he deserves.

You would think that the MCU fandom would focus on Captain America or at least one the two leads, instead of just Sebastian? Right? Right? WRONG.

Anthony is handsome, he’s funny, he’s a great actor, he went to freaking Julliard, he’s at the top, I don’t see what else the man can do??? He should already be a superstar, but no, you will side-line him even to he is the lead of the show.

Even when they are the actual leads, you guys would do anything to bring up the White characters even if it means ignoring the Black characters.

I remember I was having a conversation about Black Panther with my friends and I asked one of my white friends who was his favorite character in BP was and he told me Martin Freeman (don’t even remember his name in the movie) Martin Freaking Freeman, there are half a dozen of great characters and your fave is the only white man??? Ok, ok, that’s great.

Don’t give out automatic reply like “It has nothing to do with race, if you haven’t thought about it first”, because there’s a high probability that it is indeed about race. Stop saying it isn’t, sit down and ask yourself, “Am I biased?” “Why am I reblogging only stuff related to the white characters”.

One of these days you guys are going to make me hate Sebastian with the sh*t you are pulling.

I looove the Stackie friendship and the Sambucky dynamic but after seeing the way some of you treat Anthony and Sam’s character, it make me want to focus on Sam’s character and forget about the rest.

I remember they were some posts about how Anthony was problematic, and I just lost it. Apparently, there was an old article that resurfaced were Anthony was making a joke about women making sandwiches or something.

If you were offended by the sandwich joke, that is totally ok, and I can understand that.

But if you were offended by the sandwich joke, and saying Anthony is problematic BUT you still stan Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, ScarJo or even Sebastian Stan, just know that there is a high probability you’re racist.

They have all said or done problematic stuff, and people only seem to remember stuff related to Anthony, which was probably just a joke by the way.

Chris Evans and Jeremy called Black widow a wh*re, ScarJo took roles that she maybe shouldn’t have and I didn’t forget Sebastian shady Instagram post, when Kaepernick was kneeling. There are so many more things to be said about Jeremy Renner but google is your friend.

Anthony also got hate for hating on Tom Holland? Like what? Do you guys even hear yourselves? Don’t you have any friends you like to tease? If you hate someone, do you go around talking about him every chance you get? It was obviously friendly banter but some people wanted to turn it into something it was not. Sigh.

I really cannot with this fandom

The stackie fandom was small at the beginning and the Sambucky fandom even smaller, but we were there and it was amazing. Sebastian and Anthony received the same amount of love from the fandom and I wish we could go back to those days.

Stop pretending the fandom isn’t racist. Stop saying “it isn’t about race” when you haven’t even thought about.

Saying “it has nothing to do with race” only shows that you haven’t thought about anything but don’t want to be called a racist.

There is racism in this fandom and it will always be there, but if you guys want to do anything about it, you have to acknowledge it first.

You can’t be pulling off stuff like “I don’t see colors”, “ it has nothing to do with race”. Stop, sit down, think about it and then we can have a conversation.

If you’ve made it till the end, I apologize for the typos and grammar mistakes, I wasn’t planning on writing this much.

#tfatws #anthony mackie #Sebastian Stan #stackie #sambucky #Chris Evans #captain america #CACW #fandom racism #I didn't mean to write this much #my posts

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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I am once more begging people, BEGGING, to at least READ Batman #416 if you’re going to cite every moment of Dick meeting Jason and then blowing up at Bruce, except in a totally ‘that’s not at all how it happened’ kinda way.

If I have to read ONE MORE sizzling hot take about how Dick blew up at Bruce and stormed off at the end of that encounter, when THIS is how it ACTUALLY ended....

Ah yes, the famous Dick Grayson temper, better described as ‘someone else loses their shit at Dick and fandom twists it into the exact opposite so he’s actually the bad guy all along.’

Was Dick heated before that point? Yup. Did he have reason to be? Also yup. Did Bruce, however, have reason to be heated that Dick had the gall to be coming back to his childhood home to confront him about the fact that after eighteen months of not speaking, when Bruce is the one who CHOSE to not even say goodbye to Dick or make any effort to still make a place for Dick in his life after firing him, with the only possible indication in all that time through which Dick was expected to come up with even an INKLING that Bruce missed him was discovering from reading the paper that Bruce had given his old mantle to a new, even younger partner? Its gonna be a big fat NOPE from me, guys.

There’s an exchange between them a few pages before this that always resonated with me....

Bruce: The truth is, I taught you everything I could. It was time for you to step out on your own.

Dick: So you figured the best thing for you to do was drive me out of your life, right? That’s exactly what you do to anyone who gets too close. Always hurt them before they have a chance to hurt you. It didn’t matter to you that I didn’t have any life other than the one we shared.

Like, I can not express any more clearly why it drives me so B-A-N-A-N-A-S to see people spin this so that it was Bruce that was somehow the victim of his son’s tempestuous, nomadic ways. Like he was somehow left behind, that Dick outgrew him or moved on, and everything Dick felt about Robin after the fact was him throwing spoiled temper tantrums that someone dared pick up something he no longer wanted. Umm. No times infinity and beyond.

Bruce was the one with all the power. Bruce was the one making all the choices. All Dick had, at most, was the choice to either stay somewhere Bruce seemed intent on driving him away from, or go somewhere else. This issue clearly expressed that like. Bruce wasn’t open to talking. Not when he fired Dick as Robin, there was no negotiating that, and even throughout this whole encounter here, where Dick comes here and says “I think you owe me some explanations” because based on everything Bruce was doing and how radically opposed those actions are to the last interactions he and Bruce had, which had a HUGE impact on Dick’s life, yes, he WAS owed explanations here, make no mistake....even here, Bruce spends the whole encounter acting like he’s being unfairly interrogated, like its trying his patience to even have to deal with Dick being there at all....

Phones work two ways, Bruce. There’s two people in this dynamic. If you haven’t heard from Dick in eighteen months, its equally true that he hasn’t heard from you in eighteen months. And if you missed him so damn much, you know what was always a perfectly valid way to express that, which DIDN’T involve anyone else? Picking up the damn phone and calling Dick and telling him that.

Bruce acts like that was never even an option, like HE was the one stuck with limited choices based on Dick’s behavior throughout all this time, and that’s just flat out, unconditionally, one hundred percent, NOT TRUE. Bruce was the one in charge. The one calling the shots. The one with the resources, the power, the authority. Dick was ALWAYS the one who had more to lose, of the two of them.

And Bruce knew all this when he took Dick in. He knew all this when he took Robin away from Dick while the latter was still a teenager, still living at home. And he was the one who failed to even so much as OFFER Dick an alternative take on how he could still be there, still be in Bruce’s life, part of his family, still share in being part of his life, the life the two of them had shared, now that Bruce had made the choice that Dick no longer had the option of living out his part of that life in the manner they’d BOTH built up for him originally.

And yet for so many years, fandom has added insult to injury by acting like the cherry on top here, Bruce giving away the very mantle he took from Dick, like this was somehow completely reasonable because in comparison, Dick is the one being unreasonable. People completely gloss over that little act of Bruce’s to focus instead on how Dick reacted, instead of giving that betrayal of trust its own fair due and focus, and the problem is....they don’t even actually focus on how Dick actually acted! Again, notice it was Dick who approached Bruce, and Bruce who told Dick to leave. It was Dick who had actual cause to be angry, but Bruce who blew up and broke shit because Dick dared demand answers.

And this is the way Dick leaves things with Jason, btw. I know people know this part by now, mostly at least, about the phone number and such, but how many people have actually SEEN how that played out rather than just heard it summarized in a dry recitation of events that underplays just how that interaction went?

Like, that wasn’t just Dick acting like this was being FORCED upon him and bleeding reluctance at every turn. He went above and fucking beyond to make Jason feel welcomed and secure in his position as Robin. But that’s not how the narrative goes in fandom, is it? Even when acknowledging this part, people act like Dick was at most doing the bare minimum, instead of acknowledging that Dick didn’t owe anyone this at all. No, it wasn’t Jason’s fault he became Robin, but NONE of this was Dick’s fault, Dick’s choice, or Dick’s RESPONSIBILITY. He wasn’t living at home, in Bruce’s life, and he wasn’t adopted yet let alone even still Bruce’s ward at this point. He’d aged out at eighteen. Dick had NO actual ties to Bruce and by extension Jason at this particular moment in time, and thus no ACTUAL obligations to either of them, no matter how much fandom harps on him having failed Jason as a brother back during this time when more accurately, Bruce was actively failing Dick as a father - as in not even being one, but Dick’s responsibilities towards a family he didn’t have at the moment are supposed to be still intact? NOPE. Don’t think so.

But Dick, INSTEAD, puts Jason FIRST, puts him OVER his obviously hurt and bitter feelings to focus on what’s best for Jason here, and gives him literally everything he CAN to do right by Jason here. He gives Jason his own old costume and clear approval, cementing Jason’s place as Robin in a way not even Bruce could when giving it to Jason, because it was never Bruce’s to actually pass on. Jason even wonders earlier in the issue if Dick might want his old role back, and Dick puts that fear to rest, without any hesitation or doubt.

In addition, Dick offers up support and solidarity he doesn’t owe Jason, doesn’t owe anyone, because its HIS time, HIS support, its not something someone can take for granted and yet too many people do....especially considering that in the hyper-fixation on how much support and time Dick supposedly DIDN’T offer or grant Jason, most people pay next to no attention to the fact that it wasn’t like Dick was being given time or support by Bruce, ie Dick is going out of his way to offer stuff he’s not even getting himself, because he RECOGNIZES from that what its like not to have it. Basically what I mean is all that talk about Dick being a hypocrite for doing to others what he complains about Bruce not doing for him? Patently untrue, as we see here, because this is Dick actively acting upon what he’s missing out on by making sure that others don’t miss out on it because of Bruce’s failings or emotional repression.

And look at the end result.....Jason’s enjoying his teamup with Dick, these aren’t two people who look pained at being forced into proximity or acting like the other is a burden to be around or thinking the other doesn’t really want to be here. They were comfortable from practically the word go, because Dick knows how to make people uncomfortable but he also knows how to make people comfortable, and he made the CHOICE, the INTENT to make sure he was someone Jason felt WANTED to be there with him, the complete opposite of someone who is taking out their bitterness or resentment on their replacement or at least not trying to hide it very well.

So my question is.....what the hell else is it people wanted Dick to do? When they cite this issue specifically, at least, when they talk about the time Dick went to Gotham to confront Bruce about Robin, when they talk about the phone number or the costume or the teamup or the things that so often get mentioned in passing like they’re insignificant or the bare minimum or mere formalities that do nothing to take away from all the supposed OTHER asshole behavior that Dick allegedly heaped on Jason despite never actually happening anywhere, even a little bit, and thus that some people claim is just an extrapolation of how Dick PROBABLY acted off the page, given his clear resentment and jealousy....umm. Huh? Based off THIS? Seriously, I mean it. What ELSE was Dick supposed to have done, to counter that take, what else could he POSSIBLY have done to do right by Jason here, that he didn’t actually already do? What exactly did people want from this character, in order to not hold this eternal grudge they have against him for what a big old jerk he was to Jason, who did nothing to deserve it - with that part being true at least, and literally WHY Dick made the point to recognize that and not take out his feelings on Jason?

Like, this will never not be an axe for me to grind because like. The SPIN fandom always gives all this, when look at the last page of this issue......Bruce is watching from a distance, and even he’s like thanks Dick, and that honestly bugs me so much. Because in the end, the only one of these three characters who DIDN’T get what he wanted here, was Dick. Jason got the validation and security as Robin he was looking for, the approval of his predecessor, and words of advice and an offer to listen and be there should he ever want to talk. Bruce got Dick’s validation of the actions Bruce took that he had no right to take when giving his old mantle to Jason, but that Dick ratified all the same, even if it was for Jason’s sake and not Bruce’s. Bruce still got the closure on that particular mistake of his, with the evidence that Dick was willing to see past it for Jason’s sake rather than drag it out....like. Dick is the only one who didn’t get what he was looking for there, he didn’t even get an apology from Bruce for overstepping when he passed on Dick’s mantle, an acknowledgment that this was WRONG, the most Dick got was Bruce admitting for a single panel that he missed him.....before telling Dick to leave and get out and effectively taking back anything Dick could have possibly taken away from that admittance. Because what the fuck does it matter if someone misses you if even though they finally have you right there in front of them, they still tell you to leave again anyway?

In conclusion, I hate this issue, lol, because everybody seems to know what’s in it and yet practically nobody ever seems interested in referencing what’s ACTUALLY in it. Instead just forever playing telephone with the most bad faith interpretation of Dick’s actions possible.

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.

This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.

Quick Disclaimer:

This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.

I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.

It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.

Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.

Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.

I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.

Tim January 1st, home state Alabama

Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)

Protag May 13th, home state Virginia

Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama

Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky

I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.

Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.

You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.

Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.

Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.

It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.

'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.

Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?

Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.

Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.

“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.

If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.

'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.

Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.

“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.

“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?

“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.

Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.

Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.

“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.

“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.

But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.

“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.

Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.

So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.

Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.

It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.

Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.

You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.

It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.

“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.

Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.

Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.

You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.

After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both. The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.

“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.

Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.

You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”

There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.

Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.

You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.

Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.

Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.

#creepypasta fanfic #ticci tobyx reader #brain thomas x reader #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #reader insert #no clue if I'm reaching a wider audience than AO3 but I'll try this out #Crossposted #as of now 13 chapters are over on AO3 if you wanted to read #other wise I'll post a chapter every 3 days on here until I catch up with AO3 #Ao3 has priority #A cure for insomnia

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When The Past Follows

Requested by Anon: Hey I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a supernatural x the originals fanfic. Maybe the reader grew up with the Winchesters and both her and Dean have unexpressed feelings for each other so when they go to New Orleans for a case and a secret past relationship with Klaus comes to the surface things get...well...complicated.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, mentioned previous Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, cocky Klaus

Words: 2,013

Summary: (See Request)

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Some Years Ago . . .

“I love you.”

“I love you too...but-

“But what.” His words was not a question, but a command. A command to know her reasoning.

“I...I told you...I’m good to mess around, be involved but...” her hand caressed his face gently. The man leaned into her warm, soft skin, closing his eyes as a crestfallen look slid upon his face.

“Don’t say it-” he breathed softly.

As much as she wanted to comply to his request, though it was more of a demand, reality was the giant hurdle she simply couldn’t jump over. Going around would be cheating and running into it would do nothing to affect anything positively. Her only choice was to give up, for she’d tried and tried to jump over it for so damn long, her legs felt as though they were about to give out.

The moment was almost poetic, in a depressed, melancholy way. A single tear slipped from her eye before she sniffled and tore her hand from his face. “I have to leave soon. One of the consequences to that is that I can’t afford to fall in love. Not now, probably not ever. Especially not with someone...like...like...”

“Like me.” His eyes opened and the softness faded from his blue orbs. The feeling of tenderness no longer filled the air around them.

“No- not like that! It’s-”

“Yes, like that. If that’s how it is, if you believe I’m like the ones you hunt...so be it.”

The waterworks did their job and the dam broke, for she was unable to stop herself. “What? I-”

“Leave,” he hesitated, but not for long, turning his back on the woman he once loved, “before I tear your throat out.”

Present Day

“Where are we?” Y/n rubbed the tiredness out of her eyes, just waking up from a long nap that had lasted most of the drive. The last thing she remembered was curling up in the backseat and closing her eyes. Now, the car was somewhere new. It was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“On our way to New Orleans. We have a mission, remember?”

“Name sounds familiar.” She sighed, still stuck on digging through her memory. “How long until we stop?”

“Not that long, sweetie.” Dean assured her. He met her eyes through the mirror, a chuckle erupting from his throat when she raised her brow to the nickname. “We’ll wake you when we get there. You should rest some more.”

It took one second for her to shut her eyes and drift back into unconsciousness. This time, though, her sleep was not as pleasant. Somewhere, deep inside her, she knew what lied in New Orleans. And that part of her dreaded what was to come.

They arrived at a mansion of sorts, parking in the closest spot they could, which was hard due to the rowdy street. The Winchester brothers found it amusing, the cheeriness of the natives, the tourists itching to see every bit of what they thought was some normal place. Y/n, however, made the connection the second she laid eyes on the French Quarter.

“C’mon, we’re supposed to go inside this place.” Sam double checked the paper in his hand before nodding up to the gated mansion. Y/n’s eyes doubled in size, it felt like her heart dropped to her stomach.

“There?”

He nodded slowly but brushed it off as though she was simply making sure. A shudder ran through the three of them when they stepped onto the property. Everything felt off. The energy. The scent. The sight that greeted them;

Sam cringed, perturbed as the grotesque sound of fangs ripping into flesh became the only sound in the room. Noticing both the discomfort on the Winchesters’ faces and the uncomfortably familiar person they were staring at, Y/n took charge.

“Sorry to interrupt your meal, but we have some shit to do, and questions to ask.”

Klaus’ head turned, his body tense like a snake coiling to pounce on the oblivious little mouse. However, the second his eyes met Y/n’s, he relaxed, only for a second. Then his better-than-thou demeanor returned his infamous cheeky grin slipped upon his blood-stained lips.

“I thought I told you to leave, little mouse.” That’s what she was to him. Just another little creature for him to savagely drain.

What he didn’t know, was that over time, she became what was known as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, ironically. Spending most of her life with the Winchesters impacted her a lot, but after cutting Klaus from her life and spending more time with the brothers, she toughened up dramatically. “Yeah but then you hired us to rid ‘your city’ of some supernatural vermin, but the only vermin I see is you.”

“Feistier now, I love it. Pleasure to see you again, Y/n/n.” Rebekah descended from the staircase, a genuine smile on her painted lips as she greeted her old friend. “And you picked up some better friends. I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Better as in not Klaus?” She asked. Then Y/n met the man in question’s eyes and held a bitter smile. “Couldn’t agree more.”

“Finally, someone sees my point. Anyways, I’ll guide you to my part of the problem while Nik discusses his with the boys.” The blond was quick to pull Y/n away and up to her room, pulling out a drink before she would actually take her to see what was in the Mikaelson cellar.

Without Y/n, the tension had thickened. More specifically, the tension between the two men who had ever loved her. Dean’s unspoken feelings and Klaus’ romantic trauma were unbeknownst to each other, but Klaus was no fool. He could pick up on Dean’s feelings from a mile away, and he was feeling rather petty at the moment.

The mischief in this expression grew a dangerous amount. “You and I are the same, friend.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dracula.” He held the look of disinterest.

Klaus gave an acknowledging nod to Dean’s jest-like-quip. “Sure you do. While we are of different species,” he paused, the corners of his mouth nearing his eyes with each second the passed by, “we are interested in the same prize.”

Dean began to sweat, informing Klaus that he did indeed know the subject of the matter, but still, he avoided giving into the antagonizing hybrid. “Nice to meet a man who likes his sandwiches, right Sammy?”

“I- ...What?”

“No, no. While it would be nice to get a bite of her, taste her sweet blood, I find it wouldn’t be as appetizing to you as it is to me?”

Sam stepped forward, “Back off, dude. Dean isn’t a vamp, and Y/n isn’t gonna be your next meal.”

“That’s not quite what I meant...” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing and grin not yet faltering. “Sammy, is it?”

“It’s Sam to you.” Dean grumbled. “Look, Y/n can choose on her own.”

“Agreed.” Niklaus nodded. His lips were forming another word, but Dean interjected at record speed.

“But she has a brain, so don’t expect her to choose your fanged ass.”

“Dean!”

“Sam!”

“Enough.” Klaus’ playfully sinister expression dissipated into pure agitation. “It may be that she can choose with her own free will, but she has already chosen me once, who’s to say she wouldn’t be opposed to choosing me again?”

The hybrid’s cruel smile returned to his face as Dean visually tensed. Dean’s jaw and fists clenched. Had Sam not grabbed his arm, Dean probably would’ve swung at the cocky man in front of him. “We have some business to do, if you don’t mind showing us?”

“Ah, yes, right this way please.”

Rebekah’s, really Hayley Marshall and the werewolves of the Bayou’s, problem was solved, leaving Klaus’ to be taken care of before the three could return home. He drove them to some woodsy area, ushered them out of the car, and from then on, they walked. The four of them tried to stay together the best they could, but every now and then the group would drift slightly.

Another drift happened, Sam closer to Klaus who was leading the way. This was it. A free moment to ask. Dean had to take advantage of it. He neared Y/n cautiously before whispering in her ear, “Is it true?”

Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion. “Is what true?”

“That you and the Count,” he nodded his head in Klaus’ direction, “were up close and personal?”

“What?”

“Ya know... You guys were bangi-”

Y/n’s face scrunched, “No! I know what you meant- I just- Who told you that?”

“Mr. Wolf himself.”

Her expression morphed into one of rage. “What else did he tell you?”

Y/n grabbed Klaus’ arm, making Dean’s jaw clench and Klaus smile wickedly. She harshened her grip and planted her feat, telling him to stay behind with her. Dean threw a glance over his shoulder to Y/n but continued forward with Sam when she nodded reassuringly.

“I see, you really aren’t opposed to more-”

She rolled her eyes and let go of his arm to turn and face him. Although Klaus’ grin grew at her actions, it fell when he was shoved backwards. “Why the fuck are you such a dick?!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, love. The worst of them all is what I’ve always aimed to be.”

“Of course you have.” Another eye-roll. She was tired of his bullshit. It followed her for years, then she finally had other things on her mind, but here it was again. “Just tell me, why on earth you would bring up our relationship out of the blue. You were the one who spat on my heart, were you not?”

“That’s hardly the case! You broke my own when you said ‘but’ after claiming to love me!”

Red clouded her vision. “I did love you! Just...” Y/n tried to calm herself. “Tell me why you did it.”

“Couldn’t help myself. Perhaps I was jealous.”

Y/n scoffed. “Jealous? What’s there to be jealous of?”

“You really don’t see it?” He chuckled.

“See what?”

“I think your friend Dean got the point pretty quickly.”

The gears grinded, a mere moment passing by before- “What?! No- He doesn’t... Does he?... Even if he does...why...” It wasn’t the only thing that clicked. “You fucking asshole! Is this why you hired us? To get a rise out of the man I love?”

“On the contrary, I do have a rather annoying problem with some supernatural being, however, like I said, I couldn’t help but watch the envy in your little crush grow with each story I shared.”

Y/n shifted on her feet, furrowed her brows, and sighed heavily. “Lets catch up then. But once we deal with it, I want out of your life, and you out of mine.”

“Wha-”

“I said, we’re doing what you hired us to do, and then we’re gone.”

“Ar-”

“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking sure, Klaus! I never wanted to come back here anyways. You hired us, we responded. You wanna know why I’m pissed right now? Well, for one, you threatened me when I said I had to leave, then now, you had the fucking nerve to pick on Dean the second you noticed his feelings towards me when I’m not yours to be jealous over. You riled him up over something I try to forget.”

Her words made him flinch, tears leaving his eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.” She took a second for her tone to sink in, then turned back toward the boys, who were becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. “We’re finishing our case. When we’re done, I plan on living a happy life with Dean by my side, doing cases with him and his brother, maybe having a kid or two, and never, I mean never this time, seeing you ever again.”

Then, with one final shake of her head, she ran off to join the Winchesters. To say her words were easy to take in would be bullshit. And, she sighed, Klaus was full of that.

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