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pretty--in--purple · 15 days

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Okay I’m awake again and something that really stood out to me with TSC was how different jean and neil are as protagonists. I expected they would be, but the thing I really noticed was how distinct their reactions were.

So, these books are HEAVY. There are many many traumatic events and the characters spend a lot of time in high-stress situations. Even when they’re not being attacked or threatened or XYZ, they’re often in a state of heightened physiological arousal (their sympathetic nervous system is going haywire). As a psychologist, the thing I find really interesting is that we see very different reactions that are all aligned with different adrenal responses, and I wanted to talk about it.

As a baseline, when your sympathetic nervous system is activated, you typically experience what some psychologists call the four Fs. Fight, flight, freeze, and/or fawn (some people use another word here but I don’t like it and think it’s less accurate to the situation). These can occur simultaneously or alone. And of the four characters who are most showing this response are the ones who are consistently in the highest stress situations, but who are also traumatised in such a way that even when they’re not actively in danger their sympathetic nervous system is overreactive and heightened.

So first off, we have Neil. He’s pretty clearly shown to have two responses: flight and fight. For his entire childhood, he’s been fleeing from danger and in the earlier parts of AFTG, we see this response - he tries to run as far as he can possibly get from anything that might be a risk. As a side point, this is pretty clearly a learned response from his mother. As Neil begins to feel more secure and his flight response is impeded (he can’t run away) we see the emergence of his other primary adrenal response - fight. I don’t feel like I need to explain this one, tbh, we’ve all seen how he runs his mouth. Fight is also typically shown when you believe you can defeat whatever’s threatening you, so I love what this says about how his confidence develops across the trilogy.

Then you have Andrew. He’s not a POV protagonist but I feel like his response might be the most obvious. His primary responses are fight and freeze (Andrew Minyard runs from/fawns for no man). Fight is pretty obvious - he’s a very violent person - but I feel like the most clear example of this is stopping Riko from attacking Neil. Andrew is obviously wired and his instinctive response is to protect. I love that for him. His other primary response, unfortunately, is freeze. Based on the most obvious time we see it (during Drake's attack), this is probably a response he developed as a child, before he felt strong/safe enough to fight back. God, these books make me sad sometimes.

Next is Kevin. He has a slightly more varied response - i can see the argument for him freezing, although i wouldnt say it's a primary response - but his main two responses are fight and fawn. Fight isn't necessarily literal, btw - the most obvious example is covering his tattoo. His fawn response is slightly more expanded on in TSC (mild spoilers if you haven't read that yet) when we see him responding to Riko's attack by begging first Riko and then Jean to intercede and stop the violence. he's trying to appeal to their affection for him, which is absolutely heartbreaking. Kevin i love you.

And finally, we have Jean, whose primary responses are only really made clear in TSC, although they are backed up by his appearances in the trilogy - freeze and fawn. We see freezing in Jean's response to sympathetic nervous system arousal, often from hearing about or recalling upsetting events/information. He closes in on himself and becomes unresponsive. Fawn is slightly more complicated, as we see it somewhat throughout AFTG. when he's loyal to riko and doing things he thinks riko will like in hopes of reducing any potential pain/threat he will experience, i'd call that fawning. an example at usc is him getting on his knees and handing coach rhemann his racket - he's not just submitting to punishment, he's trying to be helpful and well-behaved in hopes of lessening it. it's honestly a really strong response from him and it absolutely breaks my heart. jean in tsc is really struggling and i hope the last book brings him some peace. i also find it really painful that he's the only one of these boys without a fight response - he's never felt capable of winning against his abusers. i really hope the trojans and bee are able to help change that.

#tsc meta #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court #the sunshine court spoilers #aftg meta #aftg spoilers #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #jean moreau #sky (the blogger) originals

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intotheseas · 1 month

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But like. Ominis and Seb meeting MC's parents for the first time? Hear me out. Seb has nowhere to go for the summer months after the *ahem* incident in the catacomb. So MC offers both Ominis and sebby boi to stay with her for the summer. (Her parents are weird like she is)

Soooo I actually have almost this exact scene coming in a couple chapters in my fic "The Softest Magic", except without the incident and Vera only has her mother, who is the epitome of uber-caring trollmom lol. But I also want to explore how it might have been if Vera's father was alive, mess with some story points, and play around with present tense too, so here you go! Hope you don't mind that I wrote it with my MC and most of all I hope you like it! Please keep in mind I am new to writing so it definitely won't be perfect ahh and I may have run with the prompt a bit lot :) Read here on AO3 or below the break. 3,817 words.

Features: aged up characters (characters are 17), love triangle, but it's not a bad thing, they're just dancing around it trying to figure it out, hurt/comfort, healing, supportive parents doing what they do best, good parents, fluff, some liberties taken with canon (basically made Solomon an absolute arse), forgiveness.

Contains mentions of murder, violence/abuse, HL spoilers, implied teenage romance, small bit of underage drinking, cheese. Not beta read or proofread super thoroughly.

She’s sitting with him in the Room of Requirement, her thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. Sunlight beats down on them and it’s almost uncomfortable, too exposing. He’s bared his soul to her - both the brightest and darkest corners, and it’s taking Vera some effort to average the two. She keeps her eyes trained on his hand, not sure how to look him in the eye when he’s crying. Like it’s a little too much, like it’s a boundary they haven’t made the decision to cross yet.

Which is pretty weird, she thinks, since she saw him kill his uncle just a few weeks ago. Since they’ve shared countless nights together with Ominis, slumped over books, demolishing poachers, falling asleep on this very sofa. The thought shakes her from her weird paralysis and she thinks, fuck it, he needs help. He needs love.

“Come home with me this summer,” she says. “You and Ominis.” Vera meets his eyes, dead serious. “You need somewhere to go and my parents will be overenthusiastic hosts.”

He gives her a look, like he thinks this is a trick. He gives her that look a lot lately, ever since…well, ever since the catacombs. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve anything nice coming his way. Vera gets it, too. You don’t murder a family member, even in self-defence, and come out without some serious issues.

It’s evident in the way he folds into himself, like a child who’s been yelled at by his father. Vera wonders briefly, how often did Solomon yell at him like that? How often did he hit him? She knows Solomon fought to kill in the catacombs. It was either them or him.

His voice is quiet, meek. So unlike the brash and charming Sebastian she’s come to know and love over the past year. “You mean it?”

Vera pulls him into a hug. “What else would I do? Leave you both in that cottage without Anne? Ridiculous. You and Ominis can come back with me. My parents will love you.” She feels him stiffen in her arms. “And no, I won’t tell them what happened. That parts up to you.”

The wall behind them grates and shifts as Ominis crosses the door’s threshold. “I thought I might find you two here,” he says. His voice is soft, tentative, like he isn’t sure how to say the words, or if he should say them at all.

Vera releases Sebastian from her grasp and gets up, pulls Ominis close. Sebastian’s situation, from the Scriptorium to the catacombs, has traumatised him, too. His best friend, maybe more than that, slipping into the Dark Arts despite his most fervent warnings, careening down the road to hell paved entirely with obsession and good intentions. Despite all his apprehensions, he’s remained loyal to Sebastian until the bitter end. Vera loves Ominis for it. She loves them both.

“Hey Omi,” she says. “I was just telling Seb this, but come home with me this summer. Both of you. My parents are going to love you.” Ominis holds on to her like a life raft, like she’s the one thing keeping him afloat in the maelstrom of fucked-up their lives have become.

“You…you’re certain your parents would welcome two extra students?”

Vera laughs, despite the weird atmosphere. “I’m positive. They always wanted more kids, but Mum couldn’t. They’ll be thrilled to have you.” She leads Ominis to the sofa where Sebastian is still curled into himself, like an old piece of parchment. “I won't force you, but…if you both want to, I can send them an owl right now. What do you think?”

Ominis sits beside Sebastian, loops his arm around his back. “Sebastian? What do you think? I don’t particularly fancy the idea of spending the summer in Feldcroft…it’s too close to…everything. And my family isn’t even worth considering as an option.” Sebastian leans his head against his shoulder.

“If Vera thinks her parents won’t care…if I won’t be an imposition-”

“You won’t,” Vera insists.

“...then okay. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. You’re right, Ominis, the cottage isn’t an option. I don’t think I could bear being so close to…and if Anne comes back and doesn’t want to see me…” He hangs his head even lower, buries it in his hands. Ominis holds him, runs his fingers through his hair.

Vera walks over to the table in the middle of the room, scratches down a note.

Mum and Dad,

Mind if I bring two of my friends home for the summer? I’ve told you about them, Ominis and Sebastian? They’ve…had a rough year. We all have. I’m giving them all the care I can, but I think some hospitality done Bell style would do them good.

Love you and miss you lots, let me know,

Vera

An owl comes in through the open window, hops over to her. She affixes the letter to its leg and sends it off with a few pats.

She walks over to the sofa and drapes her arms over her two closest friends. Kisses the tops of their heads with all the tenderness she can muster. “I sent them an owl. I’m sure they’ll say yes. In the meantime…I know none of us are okay, but we have O.W.Ls in a month. We need to focus, and you both need to get your mind off of this.” She summons several books and rolls of parchment to the table in front of them.

They groan slightly, but pull books to their laps, their quiet murmurs filling the air. It’s a step, Vera thinks. On a very long staircase. But it’s a step.

Two days later, the Bell’s family owl, Button, swoops in through the Room of Requirement’s window, crash landing into the pile of books and parchment littering the table. He’s small and spotted, and terribly uncoordinated. Perfect in his imperfectness, as Vera’s mom likes to say. He hops excitedly on one foot, waits for Vera to untie the letter tied to his leg.

Vera,

Of course we don’t mind. Tell them they’re coming home. We can’t wait to meet them.

We love and miss you, too. Good luck with O.W.Ls! Can’t wait to see you!

Mum and Dad

“Well, it’s official,” Vera announces. “You two are coming home with me in a month. My parents say they can’t wait to meet you both.” The first genuine smile she’s seen in weeks graces Sebastian’s face. Ominis shoulders slump, his expression relieved, and her heart feels a little lighter. This is closer to how it was before. It’ll never be normal again, she knows, but they’ll find a new normal.

A month passes, and day by day, step by step, they find their way toward something resembling peace. The relentless studying helps, takes their mind off of the existential horror of death and loss and replaces it with the existential horror of their futures. A better direction to look in, Vera thinks.

Their O.W.Ls pass without incident. Vera knows she’s done terribly in History of Magic, but failing that O.W.L is basically a rite of passage for every fifth-year, anyway. They’re all exhausted for a different reason now, a reason that feels earned. Like their naps on the plush sofa in the Room of Requirement are borne out of hard work, not a desire to escape consciousness.

And all too soon, they’re met with the scarlet train that will take them home. “Home,” Vera reminds them. “You’re coming home.” The train ride is both reflective and jumpy, an anxious energy buzzing all over the compartment. Flashes of blue skies and green fields fly by their field of vision as the train picks up speed and takes them away. Away from where it happened, away from all the daily reminders. And maybe she’s imagining it, but every metre they travel, the load feels a little less horrifying. It’ll never be gone, not completely, but like water smoothing a stone, time makes everything feel lighter.

Sebastian’s all nerves, drumming his fingers restlessly on his leg. Vera can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, already knows what he’s thinking. He wonders if he deserves this, if he’ll fuck this up, too. Thinks he might dare to hope a little.

Ominis is a pool of outward calm, like usual. Vera knows better, of course. Knows he’s concerned about Sebastian, concerned about making a good first impression on her parents.

She’s nervous, too. Nervous about the unspoken bonds between them all. She loves them both, probably as more than friends.

No, definitely as more than friends. She thinks they might feel the same way about her, but she thinks they feel that way about each other, too, and probably have for a long time. The entire year has been a nervous yet comforting dance, the steps marked by stolen glances, lingering touches, chaste kisses on the cheek, fingers interlaced, and too many “accidental” nights spent curled around each other in front of the fire to be accidental. Vera supposes it doesn’t need to be figured out right away, as long as they’re all content.

The smog and odour of London is overpowering as they step off the train and through Platform 9 ¾’s barrier. They’ve decided to floo straight home - no need to make her parents come all the way out here to collect them. A coffee shop nearby provides some sanctuary from the sensory overload, a cheery witch levitating several pots of coffee and tea waves to them over her shoulder as they duck in. “Back from Hogwarts, darlings? Floo point’s in the corner. You enjoy your vacations now!”

They wave back in thanks and cross over to the crackling fireplace. Vera’s voice rings out clearly. “Bell Residence, London!”

The vertigo-inducing, oddly squeezing sensation of floo travel is something Vera still hasn’t grown accustomed to, and she’s a little dizzy as they stumble into her kitchen. The pale yellows of the wallpaper and tablecloth deepen in the warm glow of the sun through the window. Her parents look up expectantly, happily.

Ava, her mother, still in her lime-green Healer robes, immediately stands and gathers them all into a surprisingly crushing hug. Her blonde hair’s in its usual bun and freckles dot across her face like stars as her eyes crinkle into an enormous smile. “Welcome home, loves,” she murmurs. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I’m Ava, and this,” she points over to the man at the table, “is Riley.”

Riley rises from the table, taller than all of them. Vera peeks to the side at Ominis and Sebastian, sees them shrink back slightly and almost giggles. Her father looks imposing, but he’s even more of a dear than Ava. His ruddy cheeks emphasise his genuine smile, and his curly tawny hair falls in every direction. Vera hugs him tightly, and Riley grabs Sebastian and Ominis, brings them into the fold. “Welcome home,” he says. “All of you.”

Ava nearly dances around them, levitates their luggage with her wand and leads them down a long hallway toward another sun-soaked room. There are two guest beds set up, plush and feathery, with deep emerald green duvets resting on top. Vera’s bed rests to the left, her duvet a cheery yellow. “Afraid we don’t have a guest room, but this’ll do, right?” She winks, and her eyes dance with mischief. “I’m sure you’re all exhausted from the trip. Why don’t you all rest in here while Riley and I make dinner?” She steps lightly out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Vera sits on her bed, sinking into the thick duvet. “Well,” she says. “Those are my parents.” I promise Dad is a lot less imposing than he seems. He and Mom are really playful people. It’s just kind of how they show their love.”

Sebastian and Ominis sit, flanking her, their faces contemplative. They flop backwards, their hands finding each other by habit, fingers interlocking.

“I don’t know if I deserve this kindness,” Sebastian admits. His brow furrows as he gazes at the ceiling. Ominis leans his head against Vera’s shoulder, reaches with his other hand to place it atop Sebastian’s.

“Maybe it isn’t about deserving it,” Vera murmurs. “I mean, it’s happening anyway. The kindness. Trust me, my parents are going to treat you like you’re their own. And Mum has an uncanny sense with these things…you don’t have to tell her anything you don’t want to, but I think you’ll find she’s a lot more understanding than you’d think.”

Sebastian chews on her words, considers them slowly and thoughtfully. “It’s just…I feel like I’ve put enough bad into the world. Why should I accept any goodness?”

Ominis moves his hand to Sebastian’s shoulder and squeezes. “Because people are giving it to you,” he says. His tone is matter-of-fact. “It’s up to you whether you accept it. But if you’re asking me…I think you deserve some kindness.”

They stay like this for a while, thinking and reflecting. The air between them seems both impossibly vast yet precarious, like a single action could change everything. Eventually they doze, their proximity comforting each other.

Ava’s knuckles rap against the door. “Dinner!” she calls out. The three spring up, their reverie over.

Riley and Ava are at the table when they arrive. There are thick slices of bread Vera knows her mother baked this morning, topped with generous dollops of butter. Slices of cheddar cheese are nestled beside it, and bits of roasted meat and mashed potatoes send mouth-watering smells into the kitchen.

Her parents smile, tell them to sit down. The food is immaculate, and Vera senses both Sebastian and Ominis feeling more at ease with the lively chatter Ave and Riley curate. They talk about O.W.Ls, their Hogwarts houses, potential future careers, and all the gossip that Ava and Riley hear around St Mungos and the Ministry. The atmosphere is warm and familiar, and it isn’t long until the family’s pet kneazles are begging for scraps at their feet.

They end the night with a game of wizards chess, Riley insists he play with Sebastian. It’s a close game, but Riley booms with laughter when Sebastian finally checkmates him, the little chess pieces crumbling into bits and reassembling shortly after. “Seems like our daughter found a smart one,” he says approvingly. His eyes twinkle in that fatherly way, and it’s all for Sebastian.

Meanwhile, Ava, Ominis, and Vera indulge in a spirited discussion about healing magic. Ominis is ardently interested, shares his plans to become a Healer himself. Ava is over the moon hearing this, leans forward eagerly, wants to know everything Ominis thinks. Her attention’s all for him, like she knows he never had a mother to dote over him like he should have. She probably does know, Vera thinks. She just knows things sometimes, in her perceptive way. And Ominis soaks it up.

Ava and Riley retire to their bedroom shortly after. “Have fun tonight. Just don’t burn the flat down,” they wink. They crawl into bed together, a bubble of silence hanging between them before Ava pops it gleefully. “So, which one do you think fancies Vera?”

Riley hums. “Sebastian, maybe? But it’s hard to tell. They might both fancy her.” His face is thoughtful. “I hope it won’t end in heartbreak for them.”

Ava glances at him, surprised. “You think so? I think they all have a thing going. Sebastian and Ominis, too. They’re such a tight-knit little group.” She gazes at the ceiling, a smile dancing along her lips. “Well, as long as they’re happy. That’s all that matters to me. Times are certainly changing.” Riley murmurs in agreement, pulls his wife close.

“You’re right. As long as they’re happy. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.”

At the opposite end of the flat, Vera, Sebastian, and Ominis lay in their separate beds. Awkwardness hangs like a fog above them. No one’s sure how to dispel it.

“This is odd, right?” Ominis’ voice is quiet, a little unsure.

“No, it’s definitely weird,” Sebastian answers. “Vera?”

“Oh thank Merlin,” she sighs. “I thought you two were going to stay quiet all night. “Get over here, please.”

Sebastian and Ominis crawl under her duvet, and the three curl around each other like cats. Sleep takes them quickly.

The next morning, Ava and Riley peek in, and Ava lightly punches Riley’s shoulder as they quietly close the door. “I told you so!” she whispers, a wide grin overtaking her face.

Two months pass in a flash, and Ava and Riley lavish Ominis and Sebastian with affection every chance they get. Ava knows, of course, they’ve all been through something traumatic together, in that way that mothers often know. But she isn’t one to pry. Just to love.

And as this time passes, Sebastian and Ominis feel themselves heal, bit by bit. The wounds scab over, and the horrors of the previous year begin to feel more like bad memories, and less like recurring hellscapes. The pain dulls, and the hole ripped in their lives by the events in the catacombs is lined with wonderful memories, the edges becoming smoother, easier to bear.

They’re sitting at the table one night, lulled into comfortable camaraderie by copious amounts of butterbeer and firewhiskey. They finish their third game of wizards chess and a companionable silence settles over them. Sebastian’s eyes dart from Riley to Ava, then to Ominis and Vera. He takes their hands beneath the table and they squeeze back reassuringly.

“Ava, Riley…can I confess something?”

They nod, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Anything, love,” Ava reassures.

“My uncle died near the end of term. Just before O.W.Ls. Um..it was just me and my twin sister with him. Our parents died when we were kids. Uncle Solomon was…he wasn’t good to us. I mean, I guess he was okay to Anne…she reminded him of our mother. His sister. But he hated our father, and I take after him. He…well, we didn’t get along. There were times when he hit me, and there were times when I hit him back in self-defence. I…my twin was cursed, and I was desperate to find a cure for her, even when Solomon forbade me from doing so.”

Ava straightens in her chair, realisation dawning in her eyes. “Anne Sallow?” she asks.

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “Yes.”

“I remember her. We tried everything we could…it was difficult, seeing her like that. I would have liked for her to stay longer, but your uncle, he seemed determined to take care of her himself. Took her home against our advice.”

Sebastian’s eyes are glued to the wood grain of the table. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he says quietly. “I was so desperate to find a cure for her I went down some paths I shouldn’t have. And it made him angry. But…I couldn’t stop. Vera and Ominis tried to tell me the whole time I was going too far, but…I ignored them. I wasn’t always a good friend to them. But I needed to save her. She’s all I had left.”

Ominis and Vera scoot closer to Sebastian, wrap their arms around him. “We forgave you a long time ago,” Vera murmurs. Ominis nods.

Sebastian’s voice breaks as he continues, a hint of the terrified boy he was at the end of term creeping back in. “I did something I really shouldn’t have. I trifled with Dark Magic, with a relic I found mentioned in a spell book. I really thought it would cure Anne. And that was too much for Solomon. He attacked us, me, Vera, and Ominis. At first, I thought he was just trying to stop me from using the relic, but after he destroyed it, he continued attacking us. I…” His voice breaks again, and tears stream down his face. “I think he was going to kill me. And maybe even Vera and Ominis. He kept hurling fire at us and…and,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I killed him. It was either him, or me, Vera and Ominis. I chose us.”

He stares down at the table, not daring to look up.

Ava and Riley stare at each other, horror covering their faces. Vera observes them closely. She can see it isn’t horror at Sebastian, but his situation. The choices a young man felt he had to make. The path he went too far down. The tragic conclusion.

They close the distance between them and hug him simultaneously. Sebastian cries into Ava’s shoulder, both weightless and burdened. “I’m sorry,” he sobs. “You’ve just been so nice to me and I…I regret it so much! I don’t know what I should have done instead. And now Anne is gone, and I don’t know where she is.”

Ava kneels down, meets his eyes. “Sebastian…this was too much for you to deal with alone. I’m sorry…I’m sorry you went through all this. Your sister, your uncle, your parents…no, it wasn’t the right idea to get involved in the Dark Arts, but I can understand why you felt you had to.”

He shivers in her arms. “I’ll never touch them again,” he sniffles.

“I know,” Ava soothes. “I know.” She looks at Riley. They communicate silently.

“You’re forgiven,” Riley murmurs. “And you’re always welcome here. That extends to you too, Ominis.”

Vera’s parents lean back and look at Sebastian. “And we won’t tell anyone,” Ava says. “In the wrong hands, this information could really get you in trouble, even though it was self-defence.”

Riley nods. “I’m sorry people weren’t there for you when they should have been.” He pats Ava’s and Ominis’ shoulders quickly. “I know my daughter and Ominis were, and I’m glad for it, but this isn’t a situation that should have fallen into the hands of teenagers.”

Healing is slow, and never linear, Vera thinks. But maybe this is a turning point for Sebastian. Maybe the acceptance and love he needed all along can help him get back on the right path, redeem himself in his own eyes.

A week later, Riley and Ava usher them toward the Hogwarts Express. Ava grips Sebastian and Ominis’ shoulders, her voice firm. “I expect to see you all home for Christmas and Easter, and I expect frequent letters. Okay?”

Ominis and Sebastian nod.

Ava continues. “And you treat each other well. And you two treat Vera well. And Vera, you treat them both well, understood?”

They flush crimson, but nod.

Riley and Ava hug them all, an all-encompassing embrace that feels like home. Vera hopes it feels like home for Sebastian and Ominis, too. After all, that’s what it’s become for them. Home.

#hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy sebastian #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebinis

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queenshelby · 9 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 25: THE VISIT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

Cillian’s PoV (starting with a little backflash)

As soon as Dermont hung up on Cillian, Cillian jumped out of bed and got dressed. He told Kit that he had to get to the airport right away and, of course, that night, she wanted to know what was wrong.

“Did something happen with Nina?” she asked concerned but Cillian shook his head while throwing his clothes into his small carry-on suitcase.

“No. I mean yes…” he stammered while ensuring that he did not forget anything in the room, which included his tablet, wallet and travel documents.

“No? Yes?” Kit asked. “That’s not an answer Cillian!” she then said before telling him that she was going to go to the airport with him, regardless of what happened.

“Y/N is in hospital. She had surgery and I need to see her” Cillian reluctantly explained after Kit would not relent and that, of course, made her sigh with frustration.

“Jesus” Kit spat, annoyed. “What’s wrong with her?” she then asked, pretending to care but Cillian did not know as, by this point, Dermont had no idea why you collapsed.

***

The following morning and after having been denied visitation the night before, Cillian arrived at the hospital as early as possible, being 8 o’clock, the start of visitation hours.

At this time, Nina was still in bed, catching up on some well needed sleep while her aunt, Orla, looked after her.

Connie had dropped Nina back off at Cillian’s apartment last night, after he had arrived back home just around 2 o’clock and, unsurprisingly, Nina was still awake and consumed with worry about you.

Nina was traumatised by what happened the day before, making her already increasing anxiety even worse.

Despite the fact that Connie had told Nina that you were doing fine now, she wanted to visit you and Cillian’s response to this was “let’s give her some space” without admitting to his daughter that he wanted to see you on his own first.

This was because, Cillian knew that, after what Connie had told him last night, he could not take Nina to hospital with him just yet. At least not until he spoke to you and ascertained how you were feeling. Connie had indicated to him that you may have had a miscarriage or experienced a pregnancy complication of some sort and this was something that surprised Cillian.

“There was a lot of blood Nina said and she was then transferred from the ER to the maternity ward” Connie told Cillian last night which caused his chin to drop.

“She was pregnant?” he asked with some shock and confusion as this was the first he had heard of it.

“I would say so, but I don’t know” Connie explained before running her hands over Cillian’s hands in a comforting way. “I am sorry Cill. I really am” she then told him, to which Cillian sighed.

“Fuck. I need to see her” he told her before attempting to do exactly that, without success. He was turned away by the hospital’s security staff and was told to come back the following day which, of course, he did.

At hospital…

Thus, just ten minutes past eight and after making his way to the maternity ward, Cillian was shown to your room but, as soon as Emma saw him, she raced towards the door and prevented him from entering.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked angrily after, just an hour ago, having read the article about him and Kit in the Irish Times. Clearly, he had moved on so there was no way she would allow him anywhere near you, she thought.

“I am entitled to see her, Emma!” Cillian thus told her sternly while trying to get to you, which is when Emma started to curse at him and allowed her hand to slip, leaving a red mark across his cheek.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, don’t you?” she spat before tearing up inside. She felt as emotional as you did after almost having lost her best friend and the lack of sleep certainly did not ease her reaction towards Cillian’s attitude.

“I’ve got some nerve?” Cillian asked as he, too, was upset and confused as, by this point, he was not sure whether you were still pregnant or not.

“She almost died, alright! Because of you!” Emma cursed, being unreasonable herself as her very own emotions began to overwhelm her.

“Because of me?” Cillian asked full of rage and anger before starting to curse as well, making a scene in front of the nurses. “You just fucking…” he began, pointing the finger at Emma, before aborting his sentence. “You know what, I don’t need this shit. I am here out of curtesy, nothing more” he then told her and Emma’s chin dropped.

“Curtesy?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Yes, curtesy. She is still my daughter’s dance teacher and I still care for her even though I didn’t even know that she was pregnant, alright?” Cillian told Emma while tears slowly started to build up in the corner of his eyes. “But, I assume that this was yet another thing she just did not tell me, just like her real age” he then went on to say, causing Emma’s hand to almost slip again but, luckily for you and Cillian, she restrained herself.

“Oh my god Cillian, get the fuck out of here. She doesn’t want to see you” Emma then began to tell him which is when, finally, you interrupted them both.

“Emma, it’s fine. Let him come in” you said and, with that, just after Emma had told Cillian to get lost, in no uncertain terms, he decided to confront you and if it was not for the strong painkillers you were on, you would probably have slapped him as well for how he handled the situation.

"Why did you not tell me? I did not fucking know..." Cillian said as soon as he walked into the room. He was upset and confused and somewhat hungover.

"That makes two of us Cillian! I didn't know either. Now are you done accusing me of things?" you asked after having overheard his conversation with Emma which felt like a kick in the guts for you as he made it out to be as though you probably kept the pregnancy from him on purpose.

“You did not know? I mean, how did this even happen?” Cillian then asked, panicking, as, by now, he was well and truly plagued by disruptive thoughts as well.

“We had sex” you chuckled but, unfortunately for you, as soon as you did as little as smile, your abdomen began to ache from all the incisions and stitches.

“Seriously Y/N” Cillian said, not seeing the humour in this at all while you had already made peace with your situation.

“Apparently my implant was ineffective” you then began to say, causing Cillian to interrupt you.

“You said that you were on the pill” he exclaimed before asking you what an implant was, to which, of course, you provided him with an explanation. You also told him that, during your one-night stand, you simply told him that you were on the pill to avoid any more unnecessary questions.

“I just figured that all these hormonal contraceptives are pretty much the same but, unfortunately, with mine, there was a recall in the US which I was unaware of and, as result, it became ineffective” you told Cillian before throwing around terms like ectopic pregnancy, fallopian tubes and endometriosis.

“So, you lost the baby?” he then asked cautiously, trying to make sense of all that you told him.

“No, I lost the pregnancy Cillian. There was no baby to start with and, even if there was, you would not have had to worry about it. I grew up in foster care as you know and I most certainly would not have kept a child that I cannot, myself, support. I do not want children of my own and this was not something I lied about to you. So, no matter how much you accuse me of being untruthful to you, the only time I ever lied to you was when I lied about my age and I only kept this lie alive for so long because I knew that I would lose you if I had told you the truth” you told Cillian as your emotions finally got the better of you and you started to cry which, too, made your abdomen hurt quite a bit.

Your admissions left Cillian speechless for a minute or two and it was not until started to moan in discomfort from the pain that Cillian took your hand into his.

“How are you feeling? Should I call a nurse?” Cillian asked with concern while you clinched down hard on his hand and shifted to a more comfortable position.

“No, I will be okay” you then told him while, finally, loosing the grip you had on his hand.

“Of course you will be. You are a fighter and one of the most amazing people I know” he told you, trying to comfort you but what he said made you somewhat angry instead.

“And yet you avoided me like the plague for the past two weeks. You even resigned from the Gaity school, because of me” you spat while pulling your hand away from his.

“I couldn’t see you Y/N. I just fucking couldn’t” Cillian told you while trying to comfort you again by placing his hand on top of your forearm which also was not what you wanted him to do.

“Fair enough, but at least, you could have responded to my message about James. It was fucking urgent, you know” you cried while pushing his hand away and, just as you did, Emma approached you both to check whether you were alright.

“What message?” Cillian asked and confusion was written all over his face.

“Don’t play me Cillian” you told him nonetheless, knowing that he was a good actor.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Cillian insisted while pulling out his phone and looking through his messages.

“I sent you a message almost two weeks ago” you told him, but he could not find any and showed you that he had never received a message from you since the night of your birthday.

“Well, James is back and he is playing hardball” you thus told Cillian before explaining to him what happened. You told him what James had said to you and talked about the threats he made, wanting to expose you both after having followed you around, all the way to Cillian’s apartment.

“James clearly the court order and now he is threatening you?” Cillian chuckled after you took about ten minutes to explain to him what happened.

“He is threatening us, not just me” you told him angrily as, seemingly, he thought that this was funny.

“Listen Y/N, James has never been the smartest. He broke his order by stalking you and if that backfires on him, he will get much more than just a bad school record. There will be criminal charges” Cillian explained which, of course, made sense.

“Okay, so what now?” you thus asked while Cillian put his phone back into back of his pocket, thereby ignoring the three missed calls he had from Kit.

“You don’t need to worry about it. I will get my solicitor to handle it. You just concentrate on getting better, alright? Because god knows those kids will not make at finals without you. At least this is what Nina tells me” Cillian joked and this, too, made you laugh uncomfortably again for which Cillian apologised.

“How is Nina?” you then asked after the pains subsided again.

“She will be okay” Cillian told you before telling you that she really wanted to see you.

“You can bring her in if you like. I can pretend not to know you much even though I am pretty high on pain meds” you joked, really wanting to thank Nina for getting an ambulance for you and performing first aid after you passed out.

“She would love that” Cillian told you before, somewhat surprisingly, he said something else you did not expect.

“And you know that, if you do need anything, you can text me, alright?” he told you before giving you a somewhat awkward hug, for which you had to work around all the monitors and tubes.

“Okay visiting time is over” Emma then said, watching the situation unfold and, with the view to protect you, she told Cillian that you needed your rest.

This time around, Cillian nodded and responded politely to her request for him to leave and, whilst you did not know why she was so incredibly upset with him, you were soon to find out as you picked up the paper that Emma had disposed off on the floor.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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Hi! I just want to say that I've read all of your takes on how the overblot crew don't get held accountable for what they've done and I am so happy to find another person that agrees with me.

Listen, I understand that we're dealing with incredibly traumatised teenagers who were pushed into it and overblotting was what ultimately lead them towards their healing but put aside the damage that they did during their overblot and think about how awfully they treated yuu beforehand.

Azul: took away their home and the only comfort family they had in twst (the ghosts), and sent the tweels to attack and harrass them during their attempts to get back their home and free their friends from servitude

Jamil: Kidnapped them, locked them up in a room against their will, again took away their home, isolated them from their friends/adeuce and prevented them from contacting anyone, hypnotised them and manipulated them, forced them to participate in long marches in the desert and literally turned a blind eye during their clear suffering

Vil: (he is literally my least favourite character - and yes, I do understand that he has just as much trauma and issues as the others due to his past and the pressure he puts on himself to be perfect - but I just don't like him) he was downright cruel and needlessly awful to not only Yuu but everyone else. He not only was horrid to poor Epel but he was dismissive and uncaring to the point of upsetting Deuce and making him run off so that no one would see him in that state. And that was before he tried to murder an innocent teenager in cold blood pre-overblot.

Yuu has gone through so much because of them and not once do they ever actually acknowledge the damage they've done to them. No one ever thinks: hey, maybe we should check up on that traumatised child that we've most definitely emotionally scarred and try to make amends instead of brushing their feelings under the rug.

You know why I love Ace so much? He actually calls people out for what they've done. He rightfully admonishes Trey for being a bystander during Riddle's reign of terror whilst Heartslabyul was suffering, he rightfully tells Riddle that crying won't erase the way he treated them before he overblotted (I was shocked that he had the guts to say that but I agreed with him - I stan a real one), he punches Riddle when he maliciously insults Yuu for no reason (that was the moment I fell for him. Yes I have a 5% hunch he did that also because he just wanted to punch him but the fact that it was Yuu's feelings getting hurt that made him actually lose it after everything else Riddle did to him is just everything to me), and he rightfully gets mad at Malleus when his prank made him think that his friends were dead.

I actually have a Yuu/OC that's so traumatised by the overblots that the only people they fully trust are Adeuce and Grim. They don't know if anyone that's nice to them are actually manipulative or will just use them in the future so they've developed serious trust issues and have PTSD from the actions of the overblots that they don't even look at them or greet them in the hallways. This is a Yuu that will forgive and never forget. It sounds petty and vindictive but I want them to suffer in their guilt whilst Yuu gets the support and help from Adeuce that they need.

Okay, I held off on responding to this because goddamn is it a long ask. Hold on, I gotta put this under the cut because it's too much, and my responding just makes it longer. Also, you read all the takes? That's impressive, considering I don't remember half of what I said. Spoilers for all overblots, including from the diasomnia chapter.

I'm just gonna summarize this in one simple statement. I know people aren't gonna agree, but here it is. The overblotted students deserved more punishments. As you said, yes, they're traumatized, but they were still conscious of their decisions before they overblotted. And they all did some questionable stuff before overblotting.

You literally said everything I was going to say. None of them are innocent. Even if they didn't overblot, their actions before the disaster were bad.

Idk, I feel like Yuu should be a little more acknowledged sometimes. I mean, yeah, ultimately, the characters do get close to Yuu and help them out. (1) Riddle helping Yuu investigate against Leona, (2) Leona helping Yuu get rid of Azul's contracts to free everyone, (3) Azul stepping in to help Yuu while they were stuck with Jamil, (4) Jamil getting them out of that dangerous overblot situation with Vil, (5) Vil helping fight against Idia and giving Yuu and co. a kiss, etc. But half of these felt like they had ulterior motives when they did this, and yeah, they treat Yuu differently, but we don't see that too much.

Ace is like one of the only real ones. The realest. Yeah, he was a massive jerk in the beginning, but that character development? In the beginning of the prologe, he was just being rude for no reason. But then, by the end of the prologe, he's actually begrudgingly friends with Yuu, and then towards the end of chapter one, as you said, he defends Yuu after Riddle made that unnecessary comment. Find yourself a bro like Ace (also because, as mentioned in other posts, he did not stand for Malleus' and Lilia's bs prank).

Honestly, Yuu should be super messed up mentally and emotionally by now. Probably even physically. Because of all the stuff they've gone through.

#shiny speaks #twisted wonderland

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lil-elle · 4 months

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Can I request xikers reaction to you smacking their ass?please)🧍

HELP ME THIS IS SO SILLY

Smacking XIKERS' Ass 💀

pairs: bsf!xikers x gn!reader

genre: crack, (mostly) shy boys, best friends, crushes? (Yujuns one)

word count: 827

content: mild coarse language (?) ((Literally in the title too))

a/n: i love silly stuff like this sometimes hehehhehehe

Minjae:

Would squeak out of surprise and then get embarrassed by it

He'd turn around and look at you smirking at him. He'd be so red in the face

Try to play off his shyness and embarrassment with anger, scolding you but his voice is cracking and you can't take him seriously 😭

Junmin:

Would just gasp and freeze, taking a good few minutes to process what just happened

Would look down at you slowly and just stutter gibberish, you can't help but giggle at his flusteredness

When he finally snaps back to reality he'd be wagging his finger at you, scolding you with a high pitched voice, telling you that's immature and inappropriate

From then on he'd somehow manage to catch your hand whenever you try and do it again

Sumin:

“Woah!” “Hey, now!” “Look but don't touch!” chuckles and other cheesy one liners

He'd smack yours back as payback, let's be real. But it's okay, you probably like it (he liked when you smacked his too 💀)

It'd become a competition honestly, you'd sneak up on each other and try and smack each other as hard as possible and whenever one of you screams, the other would just point and laugh

Jinsik:

Would gasp and just turn to you dramatically with a red face while trying to ask you why you did that through stutters

Would then try and play it off with a joke or something as if his face isn't beet red and you'd just be giggling at him, clearly not buying it until he'd eventually just bury his face in his hands

Literally a roller-coaster of emotions. He would not be forgetting this for a while

Hyunwoo:

He'd cope with being embarrassed by rambling to you about the ethics of doing something like that and how completely unacceptable it is (random bullshit) all while his face is slowly going red

He'd be like “well what if I did it back to you!” Only for you to stare back at him like 👁👁 (you want him to do it, you just didn't expect that)

He'd end up just running away and he'd literally lie awake that night. Poor boy is traumatised from the embarrassment and now he's convinced you think he's a weirdo

Junghoon:

He'd just turn around like 🤨 but a small smile would start to creep onto his face that he'd try to hide but it'd be too obvious

He'd honestly just think it's funny or random of you to do that, maybe a little embarrassed but mostly just playing it off like “lmfao what”

You'd keep doing in everyday trying to get a reaction out of him and he'd just be like “pfft” every time and nothing more, may as well give up 😔

Seeun:

He wouldn't make any sound or actually be that scared or surprised. He'd just turn to you with a smirk on his face, just finding it amusing

He'd find a way to start teasing you….somehow 💀. He'd be like “damn didn't know you wanted to touch me so bad." He'd make you the one that's embarrassed for doing it

He'd also definitely do it back to you. He'd catch you off guard and just smack with the most speed and velocity. Bro would literally send you into orbit I'm not gonna lie

Yujun:

He'd shriek like lowkey shriek like a little girl. He'd just turn around like :O and stare at you so flabbergasted

He'd be so red too, like head to toe red as he stares at your satisfied grin. He wouldn't even be embarrassed, just flustered by the contact. He's a little baby, what can you say

He'd be another one to lay awake and think about it. All im saying is he definitely has a crush on you and you just made it worse

Hunter:

IJBOL. He would burst out laughing and you'd just be confused but he wouldn't stop laughing and you'd end up feeling awkward and embarrassed for some reason (he's doing it on purpose

He'd tease you about it, saying it's cute or something and just making you feel so flustered so you'd never do it again

Secretly, it made him super embarrassed which is why he tried so hard to influence you to never do it again. He doesn't want you to see his weak side

Yechan:

Literally wouldn't care like he'd just smile and chuckle that little chuckle of his. Then he'd just be like “what's up?” As if smacking his ass was a greeting of some sort

You'd just be standing there like “???” because the other members at least acknowledged what you did but he's just standing there talking to you like it didn't happen???

You'd just walk away confused until suddenly he's sneaking up behind you to do it back and you're shrieking and he's laughing at you do hard you're convinced he might suffocate

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arcsimper5 · 6 months

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Been Too Long

So as I traumatised @isthereanechoinhere96 and @amorfista with my angst earlier, please accept this Echo X GN!Reader very NSFW smut as an apology.

Pairing: Echo x Gn!Reader Rating: NSFW. Pure smut Warnings: Slight sominophilia but only if you squint. Again, smut. Handjobs. Orgasms. Blowjobs. Swallowing.

Enjoy the filth!

Echo was heaving for breath below you, his chest rising and falling a little too quickly, but there was no way you were going to stop now.

This beautiful man, this heroic, gorgeous, scarred, altered god before you, with his skin beginning to regain what it could of its sunkissed colour, whose whiskey coloured eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, had confessed to you last night, after far too many drinks in Cid’s parlour, that he hadn’t cum since his rescue from Skako.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t, at least he thought so, he’d drunkenly rambled, his flesh arm thrown over your shoulders, drawing you against his chest as you sat next to him in the dark booth, more that he hadn’t had the chance to try, or the inclination. Or the partner.

And you were friends, at that point. Sure, you’d almost kissed more than once. Sure, your touches lingered on him whenever you made contact, and his face flushed whenever his skin touched yours, and you’d gotten yourself off at night thinking about the way he’d feel inside you more than once.

But you were still just friends.

Until you’d woken up to a hardness pressed against your backside, Echo groaning and bucking and moaning as he rolled his hips against you.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to him, merely to help him back to his room upstairs. And yet you couldn’t begin to care about the circumstances that had bought you here when your name left his lips in a whisper, followed by a stuttering moan, his flesh hand tightening against your hip.

It had been so easy, far too easy for ‘just friends’ to roll over and run your hand down his bare chest, tracing your fingertips around his implants, towards the v of his hips.

He’d shuddered under your touch, arching into it, his erection pushing at the thin fabric of his lower blacks, twitching at the sensation.

When his eyes fluttered open, lips parted, desperate for air, gaze meeting yours with a mix of desire, desperation and confusion while your hand wrapped around his thick length, he’d gasped at the sight before moaning loudly, begging himself not to wake up this time.

Your lips met his in a passionate kiss, your body pressed against his as you pumped him slowly and firmly, Echo whimpering into your mouth.

“If this is a dream, it’s the best one I’ve ever had,” you breathed into his mouth, Echo’s flesh hand shooting to you back, dragging you against him.

But you hadn’t allowed him the control he so desperately craved, your mind set on one thing and one thing only; tonight, he was going to cum for you.

The confusion in his sleep addled gaze as he was pressed back into the mattress, your free hand trailing down his body, maneuvering him into the perfect position for you to bring your lips to the tip of his cock, even while you still pumped him steadily.

He was never going to last long, not when your plush mouth settled around the head of his thick, throbbing flesh, tongue teasing at the slit while your hand pumped the base, squeezing gently.

His cock was truly beautiful, you mused silently as you lapped at the tip, drawing off enough to blow a line of cool air across the sensitive head, thick and just the right length, veins running up the length giving it a beautiful texture.

Unable to help yourself, you quickly took him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck as tightly as you could, Echo letting out a high pitched moan, his hips bucking as his fingers found your hair, threading through it and tugging gently, encouraging your movements.

“F-Fuck, mesh’la,” he whined, eyes screwed shut, head thrashing from side to side, “w-wanted this for s-so long, fuck!”

It was all too much, pleasure coursing through him, the tension held in for far too long finally uncoiling as he tried to pull you off of him, unable to even breathe a warning.

You felt him fall apart by the way he bucked and whimpered, how he gritted his teeth, how his breathing quickened, and you were defiant even as he pulled at your hair, pressing him further down your throat, determined to take everything he had to offer.

And as he came down your throat with a cry of your name, hips stuttering, his self control barely hanging on, his touches turned gentle against your head, his eyes focused on you through a pleasured haze as you finally released him with a wet ‘pop’, tongue tracing your lips as you removed the last traces of him.

“Holy kriff,” he huffed, slumping against the mattress, his strength failed, “sweet maker, I… I can’t. No words. Amazing.”

You giggled softly as he pulled your hair gently, settling you down onto his chest, littering the skin with kisses, his hand drifting down your back and lower, shivers running through you as his fingers explored your skin.

“Well, I couldn’t let you go any longer without cumming,” you smirked, fighting more giggles as he flushed brightly, eyes widening.

“Oh. I, uh, I told you then, huh?” he chuckled nervously, moaning into your mouth as you captured his lips once more, teeth catching his bottom lip as you pulled away, eliciting another moan from him.

“And I’m glad you did,” you purred, breath hitching as his hand roamed over your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, “because you deserve pleasure. And I’m going to give it to you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, raising an eyebrow, his cock twitching with interest once again, “sounds good… though I wouldn’t be opposed to returning the favour first…”

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before his hand was moving, slipping between your bodies, into your shorts and seeking your flesh like a homing missile.

It was going to be a long night…

#star wars #tcw #the bad batch #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #tbb #tbb echo x you #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #arc trooper echo #echo fanfiction #clone trooper echo #daniwrites

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snailsdraw · 1 year

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[Start ID: 6 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles about the Science Team's first meeting with the Spore Launcher.

Bubby waves Gordon over to a small lift enthusiastically: "Gordon, come look at what I found! Right this way." Gordon, however, is wary: "I dunno, man. Should I even be trusting you to lead me places? You remember what happened the, uh, buh- the last time, so sue me for having a hard time believing it's safe up there." Bubby gives him a tired look: "Gordon, I've long put that behind me-" "YOU???" Gordon cuts in incredulously, "YOU'VE put-" Bubby ignores him and continues: "And- Yes! I would like if we could get going now."

But they do not get going, because Gordon is now mad. The lift makes its way up without them. "Look, buddy," Gordon starts, trying to keep him volume under control, "I don't know if you think this is some sorts bit? Or me being uncooperative- I am GENUINELY traumatised by what you did. And Benrey. Can't forget him. The fuckin' TWO of you can-" But Bubby isn't having it, and dismissively he says: "Yes, and I apologised. I didn't expect that to happen, you know. I did tell you that." The lift comes back down with a surprised Darnold. "Oh! You guys made it," Darnold says as the lift comes to a halt. Bubby's face brightens as he sees him, and he points out the thing held in Darnold's arms: "Oh good, it's that thing I wanted to show you!" All eyes follow Bubby's finger down the purring lungfish-like alien in Darnold's hands. Gordon is horrified: "What the- what the hell is THAT?? Should we REALLY be touching the weird alien creature- killing machines- in this place- Come on, you guys…"

"Well, y'see, Dr Freeman," Darnold begins matter-of-factly, "those creatures were- y'see, they weren't in tubes. Un-tubed creatures, now they're the ones you gotta look out for. But this one is fine. I should know. I made the potion in the tube I found her in!" Gordons squints at him: "What the hell is he saying?" Bubby's mouth hangs slightly agape. He does not answer. Darnold continues, undeterred: "I recognised it immediately from how I, uh, blacked out for 2 minutes after tasting it." "You WHAT?!!" Gordon yells. Bubby regains his voice. Something Darnold had said about making potions for tubes had left him uneasy. "Darnold, did you aid in my creation?" he asks in a small voice, too quiet to hear over Gordon's volume. "WHY WOULD YOU- You're supposed to-" Gordon stumbles over his words, perplexed by Darnold's actions, "Weren't you, like, terrified of dying just a minute ago- WHY would you drink something you didn't even RECOGNISE??!" "Look-" Darnold tries to interject, but Gordon presses on. "YOU COULD'A DIED, MAN!!" Sensing that Gordon is finally done, Darnold sighs: "Look, I understand your concerns, Dr Freeman, but what IS a scientist if not someone who observes and makes sense of his surroundings?"

Gordon pinches his nosebridge and screws his eyes tight shut: "I dunno…Alive? Usually?" "I do this for a living, you know?" Darnold counters. Bubby folds his arms, unimpressed: "That's no attitude for a scientist, Gordon. How do you think we got so famous as a research facility?" Gordon groans: "From all the shit that's going on now, for sure. The media's gonna run with this for weeks-" He cuts himself off with an exhausted sigh: "I'm done with this conversation." Gordon pulls his hand from his face and gestures to the alien creature in Darnold's arms: "What's, uh, what's that thing you found there, bud? You know it's not dangerous. What else d'you got? Know?" Darnold's eyes wander upwards in thought, stroking the creature absentmindedly: "Well…she didn't try to take my head off when she saw me, that's one. There were two others in the intact tubes nearby. Hers was broken."

As the creature begins to purr under his hand, Darnold smiles slightly: "Oh! And that she seems to enjoy being pet…which was quite surprising." "I couldn't find any written information on their species," he continues, "so I've elected to call them the, uh…Gubbs…after the sound they make." "The Gubbs," Gordon repeats, unsure, "Right, okay-" Bubby raises an accusing eyebrow at Darnold: "That's not what we agreed on." He raises an intelligent finger, recounting: "I remember clearly stating that they looked like mini Hubble Telescopes, and that we named them "Hubbs"." Darnold frowns at him: "I- no, you- I recall no exchange of that nature, Dr Bubby." Overlapping him, but quieter, Gordon mutters: "The Hubb- I mean, I guess? Kinda? But-" Bubby jumps back in to correct Darnold: "Of course, you do! It's much like the James Webb Telescope you kids are more familiar with these days." Gordon freezes.

"Gh- The-" Gordon stutters, and it takes him a moment to find his words, "J-James Webb." Bubby begins to say "Yes", but shuts his mouth right before the word leaves. "James Webb," Gordon continues, shaken, "I'm not trippin', right? He said that. James-" "…yeah, I, uh…" Darnold says, equally at a loss, "…I don't know what that is." Gordon points at Bubby: "How do you know what that is, it's not even-" his voice drops into a harsh whisper, "It doesn't even exist yet??" Gordon sucks in a breath. "Bubby," he tries again, carefully "How do you know what that is?" The old man is silent for a long beat. "Hello, Gordon," Bubby says. The defult NPC dialogue line catches Gordon off guard so hard he wheezes in surprised laughter. "You can't just-" Gordon wheezes for breath. "That's Dr Coomer's line-" As if on cue, the stout elderly scientist appears by Bubby's side. "HELLO, GORDON!" Dr Coomer greets chipperly. Gordon heaves a heavy sigh: "Hello, Dr Coomer…" "Hello, Dr Coomer!" Bubby beams.

End ID.]

Previous parts found here: [Part 1.] [Part 2.]

#ohhh the classic collapsing of time into a singular now. what are they putting in the clocks these days? /j #hlvrai #hlvrai darnold #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai bubby #snail's art #id

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smokerswifey · 9 months

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The seven deadly assholes :

This post is basically me ranting about the biggest bastards in the nnt universe ( I'd rlly like to see other people's opinion on this lol).

7. Ban's Parents

Ban's parents have the last place in the list ( both on parenting and in being assholes ) . They literally had one page in the entire series and still managed to make it into this list !

Seeing Ban getting beat up in the manga was hard enough but in the anime + the emotional music had me punching the air like a 5 year old .

I hope these two are roting in their disgusting home, crying in rage when they find out that there " crap for brains" son is a wealthy king with a family of his own now .

6. Ironside

Yet another crappy parent has made it into the running ! Not only did this jerk abandon his son as a baby and dumped him on his father ( is percival even Ironside's son ?) he couldn't let the poor kid live in peace and MURDERED Percy's grandpa, his own father in cold blood before trying to kill percival too leaving him to die .

If that wasn't enough we found out not that long ago that this ass is happily raising HIS OTHER SON in Camelot, proving that he can actually be a good dad... BUT NOT TO PERCIVAL 💀.

No instead the few times they ran into each other, Ironsid tried to kill percival, harmed his friends and even tried manipulating him into thinking he cared for him to take him by surprise in a fight .

Diodra and Percy both deserve a better dad tbh.

5. Cath Palug

I LOVED YOU, YOU STUPID CAT, I LOVED YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 !!

This adorable piece of crap is what triggered Arthur's descent into evil and I will never ever ever forgive him for that.

( I really loved him...)

4. Arthur

Since I was talking about arthur, I think that the king of chaos rightfully deserved 4th place ( ironically he got 4th place in the popularity contest )

This boy has lost his entire kingdom and his subjects .

He has been betrayed by his closest companions ( Cath, Meliodas when he lost his emotions, Merlin when she used him to awaken Chaos )

He even DIED and came back to life which must've been very traumatising for a teenager ( I think he was 16 during the holy war.

The fact that he went through all of his crap makes a lot of the fandom ( including me ) a bit more emphathising towards him when he became evil .

But he still murdered hundreds of fairy's and giants when they were being manipulated by the supreme deity, ( cursed by light ), capture non human races to turn them into disfigured freaks ( Grudge of edinburgh) and manipulated vulnerable people who lost loved ones in the holy war to join his side . Plus his punishments for knights who have failed his expectations are horrific.

So yeah Arthur your kind of an asshole.

( but I blame merlin and chaos and hopelessly keep believing that he'll come to his senses )

3. Supreme deity and Demon King

*sigh*

You guys take the crown for the worst parents in the nnt universe aswell as the worst leaders of your races .

I'm getting tired and I'm too lazy to make the two page essay of why these creatures are the biggest shit stains on Brittania .

So instead I'm going to close my eyes and revel in the fact that they are both gone.

.....

I'm still reveling

2. Vivian

LOCK THIS BITCH UP FOR FUCKS SAKE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH LIONES SECURITY ????

STRIKE ONE : SHE'S BEEN OBSESSING OVER GILTHINDER SINCE HE WAS A CHILD AND TRIED TO RUIN HIS WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP WITH MARGARET .

STRIKE TWO : SHE HELPS HENDRICKSON

STRIKE THREE : SHE STALKS GILTHUNDER AFTER THE WAR TO THE POINT THAT THEY HAVE TO PUT A CURSE RING ON HER SO SHE STAYS AWAY FROM HIM

STRIKE FOUR : SHE KIDNAPS GIL, LOCKS HIM UP IN SOME GODESS ISLAND OR WHATEVER AND GETS TURNED ON WHEN GILTHUNDER USES THE CURSE RING IN HER, LIKE ITS LITERALLY PAINFUL WHY ARE YOU SMILING???

STRIKE FIVE : SHE KIDNAPS GIL AND MARGARETS 3 YEAR OLD, KEEPS HIM HOSTAGE FOR SIX YEARS AND TURNS HIM INTO A PSYCHO

STRIKE 6 : KIDNAPS CHION AGAIN ???

AGAIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH LIONES SECURITY 😭😭😭😭.

1. Merlin

Merlin, merlin, merlin...

My old favorite character Merlin...

The most badass female character in nnt Merlin...

I was rooting for you...

Until you screwed over all your friends, your apprentice and the whole world for your thirst for KNOWLEDGE.

...

KNOWLEDGE ???

Arthur became a racist for knowledge???

You betrayed your found family for knowledge ??

Escanor's death and sacrifice...was for knowledge...?

You know what glutton, you won the mofo first place just GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU, WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU, HOW DARE YOU-

Sorry for the mistakes and lazy writing i got tired in the end ngl .

Thank you, brave people who read this and goodnight

#nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #4koa #long post

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dogloveri23 · 2 years

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A monster

Pairing: Ayanokoji Kiyotaka x reader

Warning: Spoilers, bullying, slight innapropriate statement

A/n: I am trying to write for some anime I watch and not my usual genshin. I have not watch classroom of the elite in a while. Spoilers for season 2. Odd writing style idk why.

Originally written by @dogloveri23

It made no sense, how it was even possible? He was a monster! You paced around your bedroom struggling to think as your mind replayed the horrible scene you had just witnessed. Why did it have to be you? It wasn't supposed to happen! Of all the boys you could have fallen for, it had to be him.

On any normal day, you were somewhat of an anime addict, the posters in your room, the videos, the otome games, you were into a lot of anime tropes but never in your life did you expect to meet an actual Kuudere! Ayanokoji was cool and nonchalant, before you knew it, you had developed a crush on him. Sure, something about Ayanokoji just didn't sit right in your spirit and you couldn't explain why you fell for him while suspecting him at the same time!

You had managed to be in his and Horikita's inner circle, he didn't seem like he cared much about anything that was going on, and he had a dark undertone too. Not to mention, the school you attended with them had their own issues. Who gives a task on a cruise ship? You barely understood the rules of the VIP game you were partaking in and it would decide whether or not you had enough points to survive on campus. Being in this school had you in Shikamaru's mood most of the time!

You were lucky enough to be put in the same group as Ayanokoji, but the whole discussion and proposal went in one ear and out the other. Class A and Class B were running the proposals while the rest of the classes watched in silence. No matter what 'teams' we were supposedly on, each person was more loyal to their class. You could not trust anything they said, furthermore, you were hardly a complicated person. 'Find the VIP' was our task, not going through some sherlock holmes mind mapping.

You left soon after class A, not interested in the rest of the conversation, these students could hardly work together when their life depended on it. The first meeting was a waste of your time, you were better off taking a wild guess. Not to mention, Ichinose was pretty vocal which made her a viable suspect. No one suspects the person who is loudest and most open. Then again Class A were also suspects, separating from group questioning was a great cover to protect the VIP and Kei could also be a suspect as she was always on her phone. All things put into consideration, you could narrow them down if you really wanted to.

Day by day, the whole thing was a mess and yet this Ayanokoji dude remained calm for the whole thing! It was traumatising, to say the least. You were in a deadlock for quite some time, you had no idea how you were going to find the VIP. You thought it was going to be a normal day, have a meeting and binge anime. Yet that's when you saw it. You were walking down the hallway when you caught wind of Ayanokoji. You were about to call out to him but he walked toward a strange area. He was heading for the boiler room of the ship. "Where is he going?", you asked yourself as you struggled to keep yourself hidden. You couldn't believe what you saw next! Kei getting bullied and Ayanokoji standing there and then telling her to spread her legs, exchanging numbers?! What the hell was going on? You could make out the conversation but each moment you stayed there, you found it harder to breathe. Just who exactly or what exactly was he? You left the boiler room and ran. You could barely think straight. This was not what you expected! He was not what you thought! "Y/n, why are you running?", Horikita asked as you sped by her and went straight to your room. Ayanokoji was a monster! Monsters couldn't have friends, monsters couldn't be considerate, monsters couldn't love!

You sat on the floor your hands on either side of your face trying to calm down. Your phone buzzed distracting you from your panic momentarily. A message from the monster himself appeared momentarily on your phone screen reading "Let's talk".

#ayanokoji imagines #ayanokouji kiyotaka #ayanokoji x reader #ayanokoji x you #ayanokoji deserves love #kiyotaka ayanokouji #ayanokouji x reader #ayanokouji #ayanokoji kiyotaka x reader #classroom of the elite #classroom of the elite x reader #classroom of the elite imagines #ayanokoji angst #ayanokoji x reader angst

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royal-bubble-tea · 2 months

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Ateez - Wooyoung - Imagine

Hello my beautiful Boba Bubbles, this is going to be something short and funny (like Wooyoung himself).

Wooyoung x gn! Reader (fluff)

Yunho always at the crime scene

Imagine you and Wooyoung are besties, knowing him even before he was a trainee and later on got famous. You matched amazingly in your personalties, picking up were the other was lacking. You always enjoyed being around him, cracking jokes and just in general being a menace to society. Having known him for so long, you have also witnessed him going through different stages and eras when it came to styling and expressing himself. You liked all of them equally, mostly it was due to the fact that is was Wooyoung. But one era that stuck with you and made you even more happy when it came back was Wooyoung wearing eyeliner. It gave him a certain aura of confidence and made him look so sexy, in a platonic kind of way of course. You absolutely enjoyed watching him getting ready, putting on different outfits, colouring his eyes in different shades and just exentuate his fruitiness. You were also watching him in this particular moment, sitting on the couch in their dorm and listening to Wooyoung telling you about his day, complayning about Seonghwa nagging him and Jongho threatening violence if he tried to kiss him again. He was showing you different oufits, trying to get dressed for your weekly coffee get-together. You both stopped calling them dates, as the other members were not mature enough to keep weird noises to themselves and Hoongjoong thought he needed to give you a talk about certain things. This just causes you and Wooyoung to be traumatised just as much as Hoongjoong himself, and you two changed the name of your spend time together. Being slightly lost in your thoughts you see Wooyoung emerging out of the bathroom and making his way over to you. You are about to stand up and make your way over to the front door when Wooyoung pushes you abruptly back down onto the couch. The air leaving your lungs you look up to him "What the hell Woo? You could have just told me to sit back down!", you pout up at him. But at this point you were both used to each others shenanigans and Wooyoung put his pointer finger on your lips hushing you which you thought was rude as hell but also just so Wooyoung. Withour further warning he sits down in your lap, his thick dancer thighs on each side of your, framing your body and scooting forward slightly, so you have no other choice but to be in each others face. "Do my eyeliner!", says Wooyoung, no please or thank you, knowing that you will comply to his every wish. You sigh and grab the make-up utensil. He closes his eyes and you slowy start doing his eyeliner. You can faintly feel his breath hitting your cheecks but other than that he his calm and trusting twords you. Once you are done, you tell him as much. He leans back slightly, pulls out his phone checking his reflection. When he is satisfied with the way he looks, he tells you to look up, throws up a finger heart and snaps a picture with the two of you. Before he jumps out of you lap he smashes a loud kiss onto your cheek making you both giggle, and before you can even attempt to get up he is already grabbing your hands and pulling you up impatiently and runs towards the front door. You turn around to gather your phone and backpack that was laying down next to you on the couch. It is in that moment that you meet eyes with Yunho. So lost in your own thoughts and your silly little moment with your bestie you totally forgotten that Yunho had been sitting next to you almost the entire time. His mouth agape in slight shock having witnessed what just went down right in front of him, he looks up at you. It takes everything inside you not to burst out laughing and Wooyoung's yelling from the entrance for you to hurry up pulls you out of your stupor. You wink at Yunho before finally starting to laugh at seeing the blush creep up his neck and turning his ears a bright red. You turn around and walk over to Wooyoung who had already started telling a story about him, San and Yeosang the other day, you link arms with him and walk out the door. Looking forward to your little coffee get-together (date).

Hope you guys enjoy this little fluffy story.

I bought some Jasmine Tea the other day, but failed to realise that it was loose tea and I do not have a tea egg ... guess I have to go shopping again

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung imagines

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I don't get the hate all might recieves from this fickle fandom while Aizawa gets praised over the moon.

Yes All might have told izuku to give up first but I don't see anything wrong now or even when I first watched season 1. The man has more experience and has already seen his fair share of cruelty over the years. He knows the difficulty of being a Hero with a quirk and even with all of that power, It took him losing his stomach to beat AFO. All might was being realistic here. He didn't want to be reckless & give false hope or encouragement here. Also he didn't laugh or outright tell him to quit. He told izuku who had no power to try other ways to become a Hero which was being a policeman.

2nd what did izuku do before meeting all might?. Absolutely nothing. On top of being quirkless He didn't have a strong physique to back it up. Sure he wrote analysis on quirks, heroes and villains but that's not gonna help in the longer run. All Might wouldn't know what Izuku would've gone through in life till this point. He doesn't know izuku was suicide baited. I'm not bashing Izuku but trying to see this from AM's side as well. Maybe he could've seen Izuku's behaviour to determine that the kid was abused but then again the man was also in a hurry and probably wasn't in the right frame of mind after displaying his long kept secret to a middle school kid.

Still All Might fckin apologized for his earlier comments and approved Izuku. He helped izuku get in shape, and gave his quirk. Encouraged him time and time again positively.

Wtf did Aizawa do? Ridiculed Midoriya infront of everyone. Never apologized. Never once supported him and always put izuku's abuser on a pedestal. Heck izuku should've been in top 10 in the apprehension test. He had better physical stats than Denki, Jiro, uraraka ( yeah she wasn't OP with her quirk during that time and had a lot of stamina issues), Koji, Mineta, Toru, Ashido to name some. Are we sure Aizawa didn't rig the exam?. Narrative protected that POS. Never once encouraged Izuku, never helped him when he was struggling with his quirk. Never even bothered to train his students in quirkless combat but went out of his way to tutor Shinso. His only good points are being a good hero and a good gaurdian for Eri but that ain't enough for getting this much praise. He knew Iida was going after Stain but didn't do anything.

All Might has flaws being a teacher but he at least tries his best to help Izuku with his problems and always been there for him. He encouraged his students every time. Trains them and has always been there for them unlike a certain someone.

All of All Might's good points outweigh Aizawa's by a higher margin.

End of my rant, i just see this as too unfair how fanfics bash All might for no fuckin reason while it coddles Aizawa. Especially the Dekuverse fics. Heck Hori himself treats All Might like shit in canon. The Izuku solo arc is a good proof.

All Might deserved better both in Canon and in Fanon.

Hi @bakutrash 👋,

I get it in the sense that the fandom follows suit of what the story itself is doing - AM gets critiqued more than Aizawa by the narrative (since Aizawa is Hori's favoured mouthpiece) and the fandom follows suit.

Dadzawa as a trope is also largely wish fulfilment. The wish to see 1A as a family and the wish to see Aizawa as the 'stern mentor/ father figure with a heart of gold' archetype. When Aizawa is not this - especially not to Izuku.

If anything All Might is Izuku's key mentor / father figure in the story. He made his mistakes in regard to Izuku but made up for them and apologised. AM also does his best to learn how to be a teacher and be supportive to Izuku and take care of him. Aizawa never does and Hori parades all of his actions as logical so the fandom (at large) doesn't critique him for them.

All Might is traumatised but Hori rarely focuses on it (unlike Aizawa's trauma), so it gives him less sympathy and exploration from it by the fans.

All Might fought a battle only his power in OFA could win. It was quirkless Izuku acting to save Bakugou that made All Might aware that Izuku had potential and that he shouldn't have been so hasty to judge him. All Might also didn't know Izuku took to analysis and suggested alternatives to heroics he felt more suited to a quirkless person.

Adding to this, All Might also began Quirkless himself so it's unlikely he would actually hold extreme Quirkist views like I've seen in some bashing fics (actually looking at Canon Aizawa displays more quirkest attitudes than All Might*.)

Yet the majority of the fandom focuses on All Might's intial refusal of Izuku's dreams and scapegoat him for Izuku's lack of self worth. - The narrative does this too, disgustingly through Bakugou's mouth, not acknowledging once that Bakugou and poor Teachers to Izuku (like Aizawa) are the cause of it.

Did Aizawa rig the exam? I think (and a lot of others critical of Aizawa) think he did. As you rightly pointed out Izuku should have been higher in the quirk apprehension test than he did (especially since he trained religiously and followed a training plan made by the Number One hero for months!)

Unironically, Aizawa at the beginning of the story seemed to dislike Midoriya, and consistently he has favoured Bakugou over him (more on this point later.)

He also viewed Bakugou's bullying as a "rivalry."

Why is this?

Other than the actual reason - Aizawa is Hori's Mouthpiece and therefore have him be Bkg's biggest simp to try to make us like him - there are two options.

1) Aizawa is either not as observant as he thinks he is (supported by him falling asleep all the time - so obviously by doing this he would miss things.) 2) OR Aizawa is malicious and thinks Midoriya needs to toughen up and deal with his bully like he did.

Neither of these options make Aizawa look particularly good. But 1) has room for growth and 2) does not.

Where is the logic in the Quirk Apprehension test? It favours those quirks that Aizawa claims he dislikes that the entrance exam favours - those flashy and combattive quirks such as the ones that belong to Bakugou, Todoroki and Yaoyorozo.

Additionally, singling out Izuku like that, on the first day would be realistically massively damaging to a student and to the classes morale overall.

Would you be comfortable with a 'third parent' (as these homeroom teachers are meant to be) or a teacher in general who does that to a classmate or to you the second they show they need some help? I wouldn't be...

Where is the logic in favouring Bakugou (who essentially a worse version of Aizawa's bully at U.A - Sensoji) or Shinsou who didn't work for his dream of Heroism and only attempted to skate in on his powerful quirk? These should both be characters that Aizawa (from what we are narratively told about him) dislike. Yet Hori does not allow this to occur as Aizawa is Hori's favoured mouthpiece and Hori wants him to have a mini me in Shinsou.

*- There appears to be a degree of quirkism ironically at play here. Bakugou is favoured because he is confident and has a quirk that is "perfect for heroics".

Whereas Shinsou is favoured because Aizawa sees someone like himself. The other students - Aizawa isn't shown to care all that much (aside from the additional to the story artworks.)

And as for Eri, Aizawa seems to care for her but honestly we don't see her nearly enough to judge whether he's actually a good guardian. There's also the fact of Aizawa seeming to struggle to take care of himself and how he treats his students so realistically, would he be a good guardian to her?

In universe, in spite of all logic, Aizawa has apparently been teaching as 'hardass ExpellZawa' for years without consequence - against himself or UA as an institution .

And Aizawa has never once reflected on the long term damage that all of his trauma response methods would do on all his students - not just the ones he expelled.

Hori never even had Aizawa question himself at any point - because the fact that he's Hori's mouthpiece means Aizawa is never meant to be wrong so he never believes himself to be. That stunts him as a character.

Even the revelation of Kurogiri as KurOboro didn't make him do this.

Aizawa, as he is in canon, is heavily traumatised, too set in his ways and too much of a mouthpiece for Hori. Hori also either doesn't see the point of or the interest in having Aizawa grow from his mistakes and heal from his trauma - which is a shame.

Whereas All Might, as he is in canon, is also heavily traumatised, has been crapped all over by Hori but is shown to do his best in learning and growing from his mistakes - both as a teacher and mentor to Izuku.

Final thoughts:

Sorry I responded with a rant of my own!

Personally, I find Dadzawa fine in a fic, as long as it has DadMight too OR has Aizawa make up for his mistakes to the class and grow as a mentor.

However, as time has gone on and I've got more into MHA, I find it really irritates me to see a fic bash All Might. Especially using Aizawa to do so, when in canon Aizawa has done much worse as a teacher - especially to Izuku and his past classes.

I stand by the opinion that although Canon!Aizawa may care for Class 1A as he currently acts - he should not be a homeroom teacher or have his trauma responses be praised as 'logical teaching.'

#anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugou #Anti Aizawa Shota #mha critical #Aizawa Shota critical #Bnha critical #Aizawa critical #Shinsou Hitoshi critical #Give expellzawa a therapy and recovery arc #He should not be a teacher as he is #But he deserves to heal from his trauma

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misrepresentedmorallygrey · 2 months

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PROPAGANDA

Mia Winters

Gets called the villain of the whole series for the way Mother Miranda talked to Ethan while shapeshifting and pretending to be her. Ethan doesn’t find her behaviour strange so people take this as Mia being abusive, but it’s just to throw you off the plot twist and Mia is also a very traumatised woman who recently had a baby so even if she is acting weird it’s probably not something Ethan would be all that surprised by, did work with a very shady organisation that made bioweapons like Eveline and that’s a bad thing but she’s also not a villain of either game, Ethan gets himself into danger just to save her even after three years of her going missing and being presumed to be dead

Mia Winters does bad shit in Resident Evil 7, or at least before the story. She was involved with a bioterrorist organisation and worked as a caretaker for a bioweapon with the mind and appearance of a 10 year old girl, and in doing so she both fed into said bioweapon’s obsession with family which later results in the infection, mutation and death of an innocent family, as well as the obvious ethical concerns of shipping a bioweapon anywhere alongside the added factor that this bioweapon was a child being kept in labs and experimented on. However, Mia did not, as I’ve seen people say, create Eveline, and for her entire time in the actual timeline of Resident Evil 7 and 8 she spends trying to fix her mistakes to protect her family. In Resident Evil 8, Mia is impersonated by the main antagonist and said antagonist acts strangely while pretending to be her, and people take this to mean that Mia is actually an abusive wife and mother when the game does not at all support this. She keeps information from her husband in both games for both of their sakes, but she is treated as irredeemable when other characters keep much more important information from her husband that directly results in him getting into immense danger with a cult of mutants and cannibals. Mia did an awful thing being involved with transporting a bioweapon, but she is also always mainly concerned with the safety of her family and will gladly put her life on the line in Resident Evil 7 so that her husband can survive, and her only appearances in Resident Evil 8 are her worrying about the safety of her daughter and husband. When she does other questionable things, it is always for the safety of her family. Mia is not completely innocent and she’s not the main antagonist of Resident Evil 7 and 8, she’s a character with actual complexity that people tend to overlook most of the time

Chara Dreemur

There's a lot of bias against Chara for appearing at the end of the Genocide Route, but there's so much more to them than "I want to murder everyone". They're a kid!! They made mistakes and they felt bad for them, and now they're stuck following the player and watching their every move... The fandom misrepresents them very badly imo

Somehow people forgive Asriel for everything he's done as a soulless being after his death, but when it comes to Chara, it's like they're the devil incarnate.

Chara is a character commonly seen as guilty for the genocide run or harmless disregarding them only appearing at the end and posioning Asgore

Poor kid called themselves a demon ONE TIME and then got misrepresented so badly as immoral killer with no sympathy

People constantly blame them for the worst ending of the game, even though the entire point of the game is that the player has a the opportunity to choose senseless violence and that it is the player's fault for killing the characters. They are a troubled child, and while they do some bad things, like taking the player's violent example at the end, most of what the fandom pins on them is in the hands of the player.

#misrepresented morally grey #round 1 #bracket b #did everything wrong bracket #resident evil #mia winters #undertale #chara dreemurr

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massharp1971 · 11 months

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gimme the......untitled! trauma! fic!

I'm not sure this one will ever see the light of day because it's really, really angsty as it charts John and Rodney's respective ptsd experiences (imagine if these were real people, how completely traumatised they'd be). So I'm going to share a bit more than a snippet from the beginning, because I kinda like this bit... ---

John never slept heavily, so he was out of bed and opening his door within a beat of the chime.

There was Rodney McKay, looking rumpled and troubled.

But alive, his skipping heart told him. When John had seen Rodney’s prone figure on the floor of the gate room it had ignited an entirely unfamiliar kind of terror. The whole incident had given him layer upon layer of freak-out because number one, the cowardly lion of an astrophysicist was clearly susceptible to acts of ridiculous and life-threatening bravery and that meant it would be that much harder to keep him safe. Number two, it seemed just a little weird that John was more scared today than he had been not two weeks before when he had mercy-killed his commanding officer and been forced to his knees by a life sucking monster. Number three, and probably related somehow, was the weirdest thing of all – he had made a friend, and potentially a good one, and that wasn’t something John did often.

Well, ever.

Something about Rodney’s very existence gave John a feeling of overwhelming… relief, recognition, rightness… it was hard to look at too closely but impossible not to notice. Which meant that John very much did not want Rodney to die horribly.

“Can I…” Rodney waved his hands in the direction of entry, and John stepped aside, letting the man into his quarters.

“Sure, Rodney,” John said. “Something wrong?”

“Would it be… appropriate, for me to talk to you about… you see, I’ve learnt the hard way…” Rodney looked a little pale and sweaty, and John felt a stab of concern.

“Rodney, sit.” He gestured to the bed, and hunkered down beside it, feeling a little too self-conscious to sit next to the scientist. “You can tell me anything you need to,” John said, hoping he hadn’t just invited some kind of wildly inappropriate middle of the night conversation.

“I made a mistake, at the SGC,” Rodney said, his eyes refusing to meet John’s, his hands in constant motion that almost hid the underlying tremor. “I should have got support. Not everyone is… later, I spoke to a therapist and, well he pointed out to me that it wasn’t really that unreasonable of me to be terrified. So, I will speak to Heightmeyer of course, but I think it would be good if I spoke to you too and reminded you…”

Rodney hadn’t been looking at John, but suddenly his fearful eyes lifted. Their startling blue was intensified by the slight moisture there, and John had the ridiculous urge to surge forward and put his arms around Rodney’s broad shoulders.

“Reminded me of what?” John said gently, resting his hand reassuringly on Rodney’s kneecap in lieu of an embrace he didn’t dare risk.

“That I’m not a soldier… I haven’t been trained to deal with life or death.” He looked panicked and uncertain.

“Rodney, breathe,” John told the scientist. “Slow down. I don’t know what you’re trying to say here, but nobody expects you to be a soldier.”

“Look, most boys at least learn the basics, right? But I was never taught to fight – there wasn’t any point, because I moved up the grades so fast and the boys were so much bigger than me and they could do what they wanted,” Rodney suppressed a shudder that matched anything a wraith queen could cause, and John wondered what it had been like for young Rodney. He felt suddenly protective. “Fighting back would have just got me hurt more. My life lesson was to run and to hide and to avoid and to listen to my fear.”

John winced in sympathy. He’d been a weedy kid until he hit late teens and soft enough that his queerness was assumed and attacked.

“And now here I am being taught to use a gun and I’m expected to be brave and I’m not. Not everyone is cut out to be a hero.” Rodney lifted his chin in that tell he had. John already knew him well enough to know it meant he was unsure of himself. “I don’t think I can choose to be something I’m not and I’m going to let you down if you expect me to be… like SG1 expected, took it for granted that I wouldn’t be afraid of accidentally blowing up the whole fucking mountain to save their teammate.”

“Whoa, wait, McKay… you are brave,” John couldn’t bear to hear him talking this way after what he’d done only hours before. “You were so brave today, when you walked into that thing...”

“No, I wasn’t. I was terrified, and I ran every calculation possible in my head and it was the only answer that would save all our collective asses. I was smart. There’s a difference.”

“No, I’m not buying that,” John said firmly. “I know what it’s like to be so scared that it takes a while to get your body to move in the direction you know it has to go. Knowing the right thing and doing it are not the same.”

“Major, with respect… nearly everyone around here but me and you is SGC stock. They’ve been given unreasonable expectations by the culture there. The civilian member of SG1 not only had a death wish from the moment his wife was taken, but also, he’s died more than once and recovered from it. People’s perceptions here are skewed and… Major, none of my scientists are replaceable,” Rodney was talking nineteen to the dozen, but John just held on and tried to keep up. “I can’t just recruit new people if something happens… I’m scared. Not just for me, for all the people I’m responsible for. We’re civilians. We’re here to do science. But I think the SGC folk expect us… what I did today. Assume that’s part of the job. That we would have any idea how to be heroes… as if we knew we’d be coming somewhere with monsters and…”

McKay was babbling and John realised the man was very pale. The sheen of sweat was more pronounced, and his hands were trembling more obviously.

“Hey, you don’t look so good, Rodney,” John said, worried about his friend. “I think this might be delayed shock. Let’s get your feet elevated…”

He pushed Rodney back onto the bed and put his pack under Rodney’s feet. Rodney’s eyes were suddenly lost and vague.

“I’m going to call Carson,” John said.

He already knew McKay was reputed to be a hypochondriac, so he was surprised when the man shook his head.

“No, don’ s’not… shug. Gimme sugar,” Rodney slurred.

John kept dextrose tablets in his emergency kit, so he pulled two out and gave them to Rodney. He remembered Rodney saying he had hypoglycaemia, but in all honesty, he hadn’t expected it to look like this. He’d kind of expected it to look like an excuse to eat chocolate.

Rodney closed his eyes. John was still debating whether to get Carson when the trembling began to lessen.

“Fuck,” was what came out of McKay’s mouth eventually. Rodney didn’t often swear, and it was somehow reassuring. “Sorry. I, er… may have been a little vomity before I came over… should’ve known it would mess with my blood sugar.”

“Rodney, like you said, you’re a civilian finding himself in an unimaginable situation. Nobody expects you to just take it all in your stride.” John fished out a power bar from his bedside table and handed it to him as he said this.

Rodney huffed, something like a laugh but without any humour attached. But he accepted the bar with a look of gratitude.

“Are you sure about that, Major?” he asked around the first mouthful.

John knew what Rodney meant about the SGC folk – they were damn weird in the way they saw things, like they’d just stepped out of some adventure book where wild things happen, but the day is always saved.

John was already facing the fact that this was no storybook, and they were going to lose people – important people. Like the goddamn man who actually knew how to command a bunch of Marines. And the truth was, he was crapping himself over the situation they found themselves in, and still coming to terms with the fact that he made things a million times worse by trying to stage a rescue and waking the wraith.

John tried not to think of those first few days too much, because he was liable to crawl out of his own skin when he did.

“I’ll protect you. All of you,” he said, because he thought that was what was expected, but much as he desperately wanted it to be true, he knew this wasn’t a storybook. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of something happening to Rodney.

“Dumbass,” Rodney said in between still slightly panicky breaths. “Go read the SGC reports and then come back and tell me who usually saves who. Spoilers: It’s science. It’s always science… still, I appreciate the thought. I believe you want that to be true.”

“Well, all I can say is I’ll do what it takes to have your back, then,” John said.

That response seemed to satisfy McKay. John also noticed his colour was returning, and he was less clammy.

“Can I just rest here a while?” Rodney said, his voice small and vulnerable. “It’s all been rather a lot.”

“Sure,” John said.

He looked down at Rodney’s slowly settling form and wanted to be tender, wanted to brush a hand down his cheek or stroke his brow, but real men didn’t do that – military men definitely didn’t do that. John tried to at least pass for what he was supposed to be. Not just a real man (whatever the hell one of those was) but the man.

Instead, he retrieved his pack and rolled out the bedroll next to his bed.

The first time he’d met Rodney McKay, the man had been larger-than-life, bundled up in an orange fleece that clashed with his startling blue eyes, so excited by John’s gene that he’d launched straight into the middle of their relationship before bothering with a beginning and it had been like that ever since.

They clicked. The man could be an ass, sure but John knew he was goodhearted, and soft in ways that John appreciated in this harsh reality. He realised his growing fondness for Rodney didn’t map onto what he was used to. For a start, Rodney didn’t seem to want to fuck John and that was the only kind of closeness with men that John was familiar with.

“Oh…I can’t let you sleep on the floor in your own room,” Rodney said. “I’ll go…”

“No, you won’t,” John said, making a split-second decision. “Shove over.”

He got into a position with Rodney that was just short of being big spoon, finding himself longing to press close and surprised to find McKay pressing back against him. He tensed, unsure what to do, even though he could tell Rodney wasn’t coming onto him.

“Don’t worry, your virtue is safe, Major,” Rodney muttered.

“Not sure I have any of that,” John retorted. If only McKay knew. “But for the record, so is yours.”

He let his body relax against Rodney’s, finding himself both mystified and enticed by the closeness. He momentarily let go of all the tension he was carrying and drifted into sleep.

#mcshep #sorta #sga #cw trauma #hypoglycemia #toxic masculinity at the sgc

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Tbh I feel like everything could have been fine if there was a little bit more care into it I'm not French and I don't much about the revolution so i can't say anything about the it but I'm black so I can empathize with Annette a little more I think the Idea behind her is interesting.

Oh boyyyyyyyy okay I finished watching the show so now I can rant.

We pretty much agree. The idea behind Annette is not the problem I have with her (well, except for the fact that they felt the need to give her powers when it would've been much more meaningful and impactful to me if she hadn't had any). The problem is the show uses her to emphasize how much SLAVERY IS BAD AND EVIL (as if we don't already know that) but to the point of straight-up insulting everyone else.

First off, there's this dialogue from Annette, talking to Richter and Maria: "You're not cowards. You're just children with no experience of the world. No experience of the hard choices adults have to make." Basically, Annette is saying she knows more than them because SHE SUFFERED MORE. Maria and Richter don't know pain! They were never slaves! And everyone knows only black people and slaves knows what the world is REALLY LIKE and what TRUE PAIN IS. It infuriated me so much, and it was only the beginning.

When Richter ran away from Olrox (because that's the vampire who killed his mother in front of him and traumatised him as a CHILD, Tera told her that, his panic attack was understandable), Annette had a whole monologue about how being a slave is terrifying, about how they know the cost of freedom, about how she wouldn't run away (even though she literally ran away from her ex-owner). Later on, she will say about Richter that he was "useless as fuck". I get it, she's mad, but the fact she had to make it about her and her problems like Richter did not have as much as her is still a bitch move.

In another scene, she uses magic to talk to her teacher, and at first, it was fine. When Annette complained that Richter ran away, the woman gave her a piece of her own medicine by telling her "Everyone starts by running away, Annette.", hintingat her running away from her slave owner, and Annette goes "It's completely different, how can you even compare that!" even though SHE is the one who compared her story to Richter's to begin with to invalidate his feelings and make him look like a jerk. But then, the teacher says:

"Even these french with their high ideas, what do they know about we've suffered? And what do they care? They're building new world, but it won't be freedom, or equality or brotherhood for US"

I will talk about this more in details in another post, because the problem I have with it don't concern Annette directly. I just wanna say that there is big problems with this and that Annette did not contradict her, she did not try to say she was wrong, she took it as the truth. And that bothers me. In a earlier scene, in episode 3, the teacher also shat on the french revolution and "the whites" because it would not help THEM, so I should've expected it, really. Also Annette, just like everyone else at that moment, applauded this woman.

In the end it's a matter of the show drilling into our heads that Annette is so oppressed and SLAVERY BAD left and right that made me dislike her (that and the bitchy attitude she sometimes has for no reason). The writers does not know how to handle such a heavy topic and it shows (especially a heavy topic from another country :)). You know you fucked up when you can't talk about X people suffering without shitting on the suffering of others.

I don't know about her religion so I can't tell wich problems there is, if any, but I wouldn't be surprised if the writers messed that up too.

Good for you and everyone else who likes her, for any reason. You do you. I personnally can't stand her. She's not all bad (she was fine during the first episodes), but the show ruined her for me, I'm afraid. :/ I just can't look at her without thinking that the writers used her as a tool to defend that black people suffered more than anyone else (and it infuriates me even more when I remember that she used to be a white woman who's only crime was that she couldn't fight. i really wish everyone would stop turn the "weak" women into girlbosses who fights and make them actually strong in ways other than physical. and the fact they made her black just so they could tackle racism and slavery leaves a sour taste in my mouth). And shit a bit on the french revolution while they were at it. So yeah, just like you said. Could have been fine with a little bit more care put into it.

#castlevania nocturne #anti netflixvania #sorry to the fans #i really wanted to like her #i did like her at first #they just had to overdo it.#i don't really feel the chemistry between Annette and Richter either

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Waiting For The Snake.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie has a crush on the girl who works in the pet store, so he visits daily just to admire her and try and work up the courage to speak to her. You've noticed him around, so you take the chance to surprise him, and well? He's surprised!

Warnings: No warnings, this is pure and silly fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @boomhauer. “Hmm…🤔🤔 a request, eh? Eddie ends up adopting a snake/Guinea pig/ferret just because he likes to go to the local pet store to see the cashier but has not earthly idea how to take care of one? Idk 😅?”

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Saturday afternoons were the busiest days for you at work, your shop was overflowing with families looking for a pet to fill the void, nothing but the sound of birds chirping, cats meowing, Guinea pigs squeaking and children screaming cutting through the chaos. Usually, you would work at the front desk, checking out the customers or answering any questions that beady eyed children had, but due to it being the weekend, you were constantly running around in circles fetching things or helping people or even comforting animals who were traumatised by heavy handed thumb suckers.

You were currently in the open display enclosure with the rabbits that you had for sale, tidying up the mess that the crotch goblins had made and making sure to give the animals extra love as you apologised on behalf of the unruly customers for how the animals got manhandled. Animals? You loved. Children? Not so much. Darkness catches the corner of your eye, glancing up from where you were to see the handsome guy that comes in here daily. He never bought anything, he just looked around before leaving, your brows scrunching a little as he seemed sadder than usual.

Putting the rabbit down to let it continue hopping around, you dust off your work pants and climb out of the enclosure, deciding that today would be the day that you spoke to the lonely stranger, you felt the urge to turn his frown upside down as he was far prettier when he smiled.

“Welcome to PetSmart!” you announce to the back of the stranger, clapping your hands just once to gather his attention, a snort escaping you as the poor guy jumps out of his skin and shrieks whilst stumbling back from you in surprise.

“Holy shit, you scared me!” he groans, looking apologetically at a nearby family for the interruption and foul language, narrowing his eyes at you as you couldn’t contain your cackle of laughter.

“Easy, Tiger. I’m just seeing if you need any assistance.” You counter, hands up in the air in defence to try and make yourself appear less scary.

“N-no, I’m good… thank you.” He mumbled, voice a little wobbly as his cheeks turned pink and he became a little flustered.

“Are you sure? You come in here every single day without buying a thing, either you’re a shitty thief or you are a little lost” you joke, folding your arms together over your chest as you smirk in his direction.

It took him a second or two to gather himself before he cleared his throat and flipped a switch inside of him, fake confidence oozing from him as he pointed behind him mindlessly.

“Actually, I know what I want. Just had to be sure, you know? I want one of these..” he gestured to one of the Corn Snakes behind him, smug grin on his face.

“Corn Snake, hm? I would have taken you for more of a black cat kinda guy…” you chuckle, playfully mocking his dark and gothic choice of clothing. You thought he was cute, so there was no malice behind your words whatsoever.

“S-snake?!” he stuttered, whipping his head around to see the small snake slithering about inside of the cage, gulping nervously before trying to play it cool, “Uh.. yes, one of them…”

Stepping aside, you take the key from your belt loop and unlock the enclosure door with a smile, being careful to encourage the snake to come out. Patiently watching as the orange reptile wrapping itself around your palm as your free hand shuts and locks the door so the other snakes don’t escape. You hold your hand out towards the taller man but sense his tense and uncomfortable disposition.

“If you hold out your hand, I can let him wrap around you and you can see him better for yourself…” you smile, trying to soothe him as he was on edge.

“I, I’m good—I’m good actually, yeah.” He’s stumbling over his words as his head shakes quickly in disagreement, it was clear that he had no intention to hold the snake, let alone purchase one.

“Alright, show’s over, big boy.” You whisper to the tiny snake in your hand, unlocking the door and making sure it was safely in its bed before you lock the enclosure again.

“How about we try something a little… fluffier?” you suggest, he nodded his head quickly in agreement whilst tripping over his feet to follow as you lead him towards the Guinea Pigs. Climbing over the barrier and taking a seat amongst the adorable squeaking animals, you watch as he nervously sits down close to you, the animals soon scurrying over to him and giving him attention. He seems to relax in this pen, causing the corners of your lips to tug up into a fond smile.

“So, tough guy. What’s your name?” you ask, passing him a handful of spinach that he can feed them, watching fondly as he is doing well with them.

“I’m Eddie, sorry, I didn’t think to introduce myself..” he mumbles whilst stroking a guinea pig and cooing over how it munches down on the green.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” you sigh softly, welcoming the break of hanging with someone your age as opposed to the screaming children you normally have to talk down to, “So, which one of these guys are you gonna take home with you?”

“Uh… I’m not sure, I have no fucking clue how to take care of these things and I don’t wanna get them killed just ‘cause I’m a dumbass..” he pouts, scratching the fur of the ginger in his lap.

“Don’t worry, I can get you setup. We can go through all of the things you’ll need, and we send you home with a bunch of flyers and cheat sheets on how to take care of them. Plus, our phone number is on the back so you can call us if you’re unsure of something,” you reassure him, lightly bumping your shoulder to his own to comfort him.

“I dunno, I live in a trailer with my uncle so I’m not even sure that we’ve got the space, might have to wait until I move out and find an apartment after I graduate.” He confesses.

“That’s not a problem, you’re already making good decisions if you’re willing to pass on one of these sweethearts because you can’t provide them with their ideal living conditions. You’re already steps ahead of half the families that come in here, they’re so reckless” you groan in annoyance, wishing people had more respect and love for animals. They were part of the family, not just some toy they can get bored of.

“Munson and good decision making in the same sentence? Well, I’ll be damned.” He snorts, tilting his head up a little to grin over at you, which you respond with a simple fond eye roll.

“Oh, shut up,” you groan playfully, “I’m sure you’re far better than you even give yourself credit for!”

“You’d be surprised…” he smirks, focusing his attention back down on the pet in his arms, seeming to have taken a liking to this little guy in particular.

“You know… We have a part time job going at the minute? You could fill out an application and I could put in a good word for you? It would give you the experience and responsibility of taking care of animals without the fear of having to do it alone at home?” you suggest.

“Wait, really?!” he seemed surprised that you would go out of your way to do something for someone you had just met.

“Totally! You’d have to learn to deal with the snakes and lizards, though… You’ve gotta learn to take care of all the animals we sell, not just the cute ones. But don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand and keep you safe…” you giggle, loving how flustered he became.

“Where do I sign up?!” he blushes.

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