#but i figured i might as well post some on here because y'all are family

[rhaenyras]

can't believe it's almost been a month already 😳

#i haven't posted pictures from that day anywhere because i kinda wanted to keep it private #but i figured i might as well post some on here because y'all are family #i was so tired and exhausted and mentally drained in these pictures #i had been in sensory overload for 6 days by the time the big day came #my pics #my face

[astroluvr]

YES! Pls do a cheating fic! Lmaoooo my toxic ass loves those 😂😂 - 🙈

Capture Your Emotion

jack harlow x reader

summary: neelam hired you as jack's tour photographer to help you build up your portfolio, but you find jack much more captivating than any action shot- despite him being taken

warnings: 18+, reader and jack are on the tour bus, so it's a lil public (eek!), and cheating

a/n: now, y'all knooowww i don't write smut, so this is not going to be mind-blowing, but i am posting this as a thank you to y'all for being so patient with me! i've been m.i.a lowkey, but i've never not felt at home with y'all, so here's this! i hope you enjoy :) p.s- there is a possible pt 2, but let's see how this does first lol

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You knew it was wrong from the moment you laid eyes on Jack. You knew that what you felt was wrong to the point where even thinking about how good Jack looked in his expensive hoodie and blue jeans that covered his long legs down to his New Balances felt like a sin, but you couldn’t help it.

Not even when his girlfriend- tall and gorgeous, sat next to him and smacked a kiss on his lips.

From that point on, you tried to continue doing your job without thinking too much about a taken man. Neelam, as a family friend, pulled off a huge favor to do some photography for Jack to build up your portfolio, and so far, it was going well. Urban became good friends with you, and even offered some tips- despite your styles being different, and Jack started to hang around you as a result.

When you met him the night before his tour started off, you thought that maybe the woman you saw was just a fling since you hadn’t seen her for a while, but it wasn’t long before she was standing right next to you behind stage and giving Jack good luck kisses and running off with his credit card in the early mornings of tour stops. It was then that you tried to contain some of your arousal for Jack, but it was hard to when you noticed the way he looked at you too.

Which is why you were sure the guilt wracked you every time you saw Marie, knowing what happened on a muggy night after a bad show. Being a photographer, you thought of your subjects as having a relationship with a camera, and trying to capture all the emotion, so it wasn’t hard to say that Jack was getting less motivated as the night went on. When Jack rushed off the stage with a ‘good night’, you tried to follow him, and couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t seen Marie all day.

“Jack, are you alright?” You asked him, finding him in the back of the charter bus, abandoning your usual post at the front of the bus where you usually sat, hardly ever bothered by anyone besides Neelam and Urban.

It was dark out after a sweltering day, and needless to say that nobody was in the best mood after the long day. Even with the moon high in the sky, the air conditioning on the bus could still do very little to make a difference. Neelam was the one who made a joke that Marie left because her spray tan was melting off, and it was hard for you to stifle your laughter when Jack had stride pass.

He didn’t even take his headphones off to hear what you said, but you figured that being the star he was, he knew how to read lips well.

“I know you probably want to be alone. I just wanted to check on you. I noticed that Marie left.”

You weren’t sure why the last sentence came out, it was a slight overstep- you knew, but you were itching to see him twitch in any way that might allow you to tuck some of your guilt away.

“She had to go home. It was nothing.” He told you, his headphones were still on.

Due to the heat of the bus, you only wore a spaghetti strap tank and rather tiny shorts. It didn’t reveal much, but it was enough for Jack to bite his bottom lip when you hit a bump in the road and slid forward into the aisle he was sitting on to give him a glance at your breasts.

“You want to sit down?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, and finally pulling those headphones off.

You were slightly dejected by his confirmation that Marie was still in the picture, but couldn’t find it in yourself to go back to your seat after seeing him with his hair wild and legs spread and those slender fingers on his knees.

When you sat down, you realized that you had never been so close to Jack. Sure, you’d been shoulder to shoulder for a moment or so when discussing a couple of shots that you wanted to take of him onstage, but never several aisles behind the people you usually travelled with either asleep or too caught up in having a break to care about what was going on behind them.

Almost as soon as you sat down, the driver did a quick glance around the back and once he saw that there wasn’t much motion, he turned off the lights, and you continued down the long stretch of road that was hardly occupied by much else. You noticed that Jack had the shades down around him, and it made you feel much more comfortable. If anyone saw you, there’s no telling what rumors might come of it and nip your career in the bud before it even started.

When you got closer to Jack, you tried to remind yourself that nothing could happen if he didn’t let it, but you wished like Hell he’d do something with those pretty pink lips that were parted ever so slightly as he kept his gaze on you, or maybe even his fingers that were rubbing up and down his thighs.

“Hey, I meant to tell you earlier that I fuck with those pictures you took. I’m going to post them after this week, and I’ll tag you. Just promise me you won’t leave me for some big shot when they hit you up.”

You chuckled slightly and smiled big when he held out his pinky. You wrapped it around his finger, and almost shivered at how big his hand was. “I promise.”

“Can you promise me somethin’ else while we’re at it?” You swallowed and nodded, and Jack loosened his grip as he tried to gauge your expression. “That you won’t tell anyone else how cute I think you are. Even when I’m kissing Marie, it’s- you’re all I think about.”

“Jack-” You pulled back, and Jack didn’t hesitate.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just that I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around you. And if I did, then I’m sorry. You can walk away, and nothing ever happened, I swear.”

“That doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” You whispered, leaning towards him, and biting your own lip as your heart pounded, and you worried that you might find yourself shooting up in bed any minute with an embarrassing ache.

“You promise?” he nodded, curly hair casting a shadow over you as you looked into those blue eyes that were getting darker with every passing moment.

“I promise.”

As if both of you snapped at the same time, you met in the little bit of space between you and crashed into a kiss. Oddly enough, you seemed to care less about Marie than ever before, and you hoped that Jack would give you something to replace the guilt that would undoubtedly come back to life by morning.

Despite it all though, neither you nor Jack had it in you to stop. In the dark, your hands grabbed whatever they could of each other. It was like you were trying to mold each other’s bodies from the memory of fantasy, yet still created something better than your wildest dreams.

It didn’t take long for Jack to have your back against the seat in front of you, and your tank top pulled up over your chest. His cock was beneath you and it was so hard that you started to ache for him where you needed him most.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He groaned, palming himself as you panted while he played with one of your breasts, and suckled the other in a desperate alternation.

“Jack.” You mewled, your head falling forward, and your lips brushed the back of his head.

“What, baby?” He looked at you, and you were glad he couldn’t see how your face contorted into a medley of pleasure and desperation at the sight of him.

“Touch me.”

Without taking another moment of consideration, Jack leaned on your back again, and helped you to tug down your shorts. You pursed your lips to stay quiet to keep the rest of the bus from hearing you, but Jack seemed even more spurred on when he noticed the challenge you had given yourself.

Jack kissed you once, hard and long, even slipping his tongue into your mouth for a messier result, and slowly massaged his way into your cunt. You were embarrassingly wet, but you couldn’t do much more than stutter your hips against him and whine.

“Damn, Y/N. Getting fucked by a taken man gets you like this?” He tsked, and your cheeks warmed and your pussy clenched around his fingers. “I guess so, huh?”

“J-Jack, I know it’s bad.” You placed your hands on his shoulder and tried to give yourself what he wasn’t out of pure desperation.

“But you still want more.” He teased, and your eyes watered. “If that’s what you want, you can have it. I’ve wanted to give you what you asked for since the first time I saw you. Whatever it is, baby, you just ask me, and I got you, alright?”

“O-Okay.” You moaned, even though all his words sounded like he was talking to you from underwater.

He suckled on your neck, and if he wasn’t working your clit so well while he did it, you’d be swatting him away to keep the mark away, but now you could barely care. Your breathing became uneven, and your legs couldn’t decide whether to stay open or closed as he pulled you closer to edge.

“You want to cum?”

“Mmhmm! Yes.” You tried to keep yourself quiet, and you feared what your orgasm might bring.

“Then what’d I tell you to do?” He pulled away from your neck and looked you into your eyes that were wide as saucers. Jack took his free hand and held your face steady on his. “When you want to do something, you ask. Now, if you want to cum, you better ask.”

The question made you burn in embarrassment, but it was the only thing that was standing in your way, so you puffed up your chest, and asked. “Please can I cum, Jack? Please?”

“So sweet, Y/N.” He hummed, and he curled his fingers in a way that made you yelp.

You had no choice but to drop your mouth into Jack’s neck and moan there, letting him pet your G-spot, and circle your clit like he had touched you a million times before. The minute you thought of him teaching himself your body through his imagination, you could feel your body tensing for a moment before creating your release.

You laid there for a moment, letting your ears ring before you came back down to Earth, your legs trembling just enough for Jack to see as he pulled his fingers out of you, sliding the two fingers into his mouth and smirking at the way you panted in pleasure and disbelief.

“Jack, I-”

“Fuck are y’all doing back here?” Urban came down the aisle in a pair of shorts and a wife beater as he rubbed his eyes.

You stammered, but Jack was much quicker in gathering his composure than you were, and he had his hoodie over your lap before Urban could even glance, and you tried not to let a moan slip out when he pet your cunt on the sly.

“I had something in my eye, and I asked Y/N to help me.”

“Really? ‘Cause it sounded like you two were fucking.” You stayed quiet, but shook your head.

Jack and Urban shared a glance that didn’t even make their expressions change, but Urban’s face erupted in amusement, and Jack chuckled.

“You’re a damn dog, man, but I can't stand her ass anyway.” Urban said casually before walking off, and you slapped Jack’s shoulder when Urban disappeared.

“It’s alright, babe. It’s only Urban.”

“So, you do this a lot, then?” You scoffed, and all the satisfaction you received quickly became irritation. You reached for your shorts and tried to get them back on, but Jack was quick to pull you back to his lap when you had them on. “Don’t even.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before. Like, literally.” He gestured to the bus, and you refused to meet his eyes. “But Marie is a gold digger, alright, and the only reason I haven’t broken up with her is because my label will freak if she decides to get back at me.”

“So, this is one and done?”

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you, I meant that. If you don’t want to do this again, then I respect it, but I want you, Y/N. Not her.”

You were quiet for a moment, and looked at Jack once you registered the sincerity of his words. “When can you break up with her?”

“When tour’s over.” He answered, rubbing your hip and trying not to kiss you as hard as he wanted to. “And you don’t have to worry about Neelam doing anything about us either.”

“I forgot about her.” You muttered, and Jack laughed under his breath before pushing his forehead against yours.

“Look, let’s just see where this goes, you know? We obviously have something special, right?” His words brought a smile to your face, and you nodded. “Yeah, exactly, pretty girl. So, how about me and you in your hotel room tomorrow at one? We can do whatever you want.”

“Alright.” you nodded, and Jack gave a tongue-in-cheek smile before he pulled you against his chest.

“Alright.”

#anon #jack harlow #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #i can't believe i wrote this lmao

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

The Betrayer | Chapter Seven: Reunify

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Angst, Violence, Blood, Major Character Death (Temporary)

Notes: Hey all! Finally getting chapter 7 out! This one was kinda tricky to write but I really love how it turned out! Hope you like it too! Wesker is such a dick but man... *swoon*. I also wanted to mention I added/edited a little in previous chapters to fix continuity errors lol. Nothing that changes the story, but just a little extra. For those who don't wanna reread to find out, I added mentions in chapter 5 and 6 that Lucky had a bruise on her neck from Ghost Face choking her, because I forgot to add that lol. You might wanna read that part of chapter 6 though cos we get more protective Chris out of it ;) I also realized I missed some details in chapter 6 concerning the R.P.D. map, so I added those, as well as shuffled around the path Lucky and Chris take to get to the S.T.A.R.S. office. I'm not sure when I'll be able to post chapter 8 (haven't written yet cos 7 had me in a tizzy lol) because I have a lot of family/Christmas related stuff going on. Just gonna have to play that by ear. Anyway, let me know what you liked about the chapter or any other thoughts or theories you have! I always love to see what y'all have to say! Happy holidays!

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Day 2; R.P.D.

Your vision returned as you faced the figure before you, your jaw dropping when you saw their face. 

“Captain…” you whispered softly, more to yourself than to him. 

He’s here. He’s really here…

Your first urge was to run to him, to wrap your arms around his neck and never let go. 

You stepped forward, reaching out your hand, but as you took in his tall form covered in all black, with blood that was not his own speckled across his face and a combat knife in his grasp, reality crashed down upon you.

He was not your captain anymore. He was a traitor. He was a killer. And he was here for you.

For a split second, you swear you saw his mouth open in shock as he looked at you. 

Before you could question it, Wesker’s expression shifted to a dark smirk. “And here I thought I’d never see you again. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, considering your friends and I just had quite the reunion.” 

Your friends… They were somewhere in this building, just dangling helplessly on meat hooks, fighting off the Entity’s encroaching talons and hoping you could reach them before it swallowed them whole. You needed to get out of here. Now. 

You glanced around you, making note of any possible exit as he stalked closer. You stepped away from him, back hitting the wall of his office. Your breath hitched as he leaned down, grabbing your face in his bloody, gloved hand. 

You wondered idly whose blood it was. A little bit of all of them, probably. You fought the urge to gag as the coppery scent of it invaded your nostrils. 

“You look exactly as I remember you,” he said, his deep voice quiet as he surveyed your face, taking in the cut across your cheek and your bruised neck. “Though perhaps a little worse for wear.” 

Why was he doing this? Shouldn’t he be slashing you with that knife and hauling you over to a hook right now? He downed your friends in such quick succession, you can’t imagine he spent much time catching up.

“You should be dead, you know. I watched the life leave your eyes myself, and yet...” You gulped as his face came even closer, and you could see your reflection in those dark shades.

He looked older. But even with that and the glasses covering his eyes, he was as beautiful as ever. His features were still sharp, his skin still pale and smooth, as if he was carved from marble. 

But Michelangelo himself could never craft the man before you. Could never capture the pure intimidation and power that he radiated.

You felt the tip of his nose brush along your ear, your whole body tensing up in response. “Ten years, it’s been, since last I laid eyes on you. The Entity must be trying to get on my good side, sending you here.” 

Many emotions were tearing through you–joy at seeing him again, sadness knowing what he has become, fear that he would hurt you–but an overwhelming surge of rage bubbled up in your throat at his words. 

How dare he. After everything he had done, he had the audacity to believe you would just stand there and let him toy with you. The arrogance. The entitlement.

“You betrayed us.”

He pulled back at that, tilting his head slightly, amused. “Whatever do you mean?” 

That only fed the flames. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” you seethed, poking his chest with your finger. “Chris told me everything! How could you? How could you lead our team to their deaths? They were your friends!”

Wesker snarled at that, sounding more beast than man, raising his blade and swinging it down upon you. You yelped, unable to move with his other hand still firmly planted on your jaw, closing your eyes as you waited for the inevitable rending of your flesh. 

Instead of the sharp metal tearing through the meat of your eye, as you thought it would, you heard the scraping of it as Wesker embedded his knife into the wall beside your head, caging you in completely. 

Your eyes flew open, faced yet again with your own reflection in Wesker’s sunglasses, the smirk he had sported dropping into a vicious scowl. 

You felt the skin of your left ear stinging, something warm oozing down to your lobe, where it dripped onto the shoulder of your new jacket, staining it.

He had always made you anxious, always set your nerves ablaze since the moment you met him, but you had never been afraid of him. Until now. 

“They were not my friends,” he spat. “They were nothing. Just lambs for slaughter.” 

Tears burned in your eyes, unsure if it was the anger, the fear, or the hurt you now felt that caused them.

“What about me, then?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“What about you?”

“If they were nothing to you, then what was I? Just a toy or–or some pet to play with until you got bored? Until you broke it?” 

“Does it matter?” he asked, finally releasing your face from his harsh grasp, his tone snide. “Toy or pet, you still belong to me.”

If you were angry before, you were positively livid now. Fear be damned. 

Before you could even register what you were doing, you pulled back your hand and slapped him as hard as you could with an open palm, flinging his glasses off his face.

With his gaze still turned to the side from the force of the blow, you could see his lips peeling back over his teeth. The large grin, especially from this angle, made him look like a wolf baring its fangs, ready to lunge.

“You’re going to regret that.”

Faster than you had time to react, black pulsing tendrils burst out from under his left sleeve, slithering around your throat and lifting you fully off the ground. As you clawed desperately at them, fighting to pull in the oxygen that was being squeezed out of you, he slammed you with incredible force back into the wall, knocking what little air you had completely from your lungs. 

You heard a crack as your skull made contact with the glass of the office window, a sharp pain rippling from the back of your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Your face was turning a violent shade of blue and your eyes were bulging from their sockets as you continued to fight against his hold, weakening with every passing second.

Wesker pulled you forward and you wondered if he was going to test if he could hook you before you died of asphyxiation, until he flung you once more into the window. 

The glass shattered completely as you flew through it and into his office, your spine hitting the edge of his desk as you landed on the floor. 

You gasped and heaved, frantically trying to catch your breath. Your back was surely bruised and your throat, which had already been tender, was now excruciating to the touch. 

The skin of your face and hands were stinging, cut by the glass as you were thrown through it. Shards of it were stuck in your hair and clothes, the rest of the window scattered on the ground around you, cutting into the knees of your pants and your palms as you rolled over, scrambling to get up. 

Your vision swam, everything splitting into two as you gripped the desk, fighting the dizziness that overtook you. As you stood on shaking legs, you nearly retched, bile climbing up your throat with a sudden onset of nausea. 

I’m concussed, you realized. 

You placed your hand on the back of your head, agony pulsing from where your fingertips grazed your wound. As you pulled it back, you saw it was coated in blood.

You wiped it on your jeans, standing up straight and shaking the glass from your person. You saw movement in the corner of your eye, even despite the haze, and you turned to find Wesker looming in the doorway.

He stepped towards you and you stumbled back, nearing the window by the desk where the glass had been completely removed, perfect for an escape. 

You were frozen in shock, though, when you traveled your gaze to his face, now left uncovered without his shades. 

What greeted you–instead of those blue eyes you had once known so well–were orbs of fiery red, the pupils mere slits, like a cat’s. 

Or a snake’s.

“What happened to you?!” you gasped in terror.

He was no longer a man. He was a monster.

He leaned down, leveling you with that burning gaze, a crazed smile stretching across his visage. “I became… a god.”

Before you could make a run for it or Wesker could lunge for you, there was a sudden loud rumbling noise in the distance, the whole station almost vibrating from the force of it. A large shockwave rolled through the room, nearly knocking you down, your balance already off-kilter from the concussion.

Rebecca… 

Wesker turned away from you and towards the disruption, clearly amused. “Looks like the Entity’s claimed its first prize.”

“Well, it’s not getting me.” 

With that, you made a mad dash for the empty window, vaulting over it on wobbling legs. He strode after you, clearly in no hurry, and despite the distance being put between you, his nonchalance was unnerving.

“Oh, it is truly precious that you think you can get away from me, pet,” he chastised as he followed behind, his wicked laughter echoing through the room as you sprinted out of it. 

You made it to the end of the hallway, passing from the women’s locker room to the men’s through what was left of the crumbling wall that once separated them. You stopped for a moment, thinking of your next move.

There was a hole in the ground you could jump down, though with your ankle still aching and your concussion making focusing on much of anything difficult, you worried you would hurt yourself. There was the exit back into the hall you could take, but that felt too obvious. 

That’s when you saw them.

The red lockers along the wall. 

You had to play this smart, though, thinking of Carlos’s warning yet again.

You grabbed a piece of debris lying on the floor and lobbed it as far as you could down the hallway, hoping the sound would distract Wesker as you slipped into the red locker in the corner. You pressed your back against it and spread your legs in a wide stance so that you could remain as still as possible. 

He entered the room mere seconds after you hid. You couldn’t see him behind the door, but his footsteps were enough of an indication.

As you had hoped, he strode towards the doorway, after the diversion.

You almost sighed in relief, about to exit your hiding spot and book it in the opposite direction, when you heard a loud whoosh in front of the locker.

You held your breath, fear in your veins, the sound of your own heartbeat thumping wildly in your ears.

Suddenly, the doors were pried open with such force, you thought they’d be ripped off their hinges.

You cried out as Wesker peered down at you with apparent derision. “You’ve always been such a clever thing. Unfortunately, not clever enough.”

He grabbed you again with those slimy appendages, easily throwing you over his shoulder despite your resistance.

He was going to hook you. 

You could let him–let it just happen and accept your fate. What’s a single death when you’d likely be killed hundreds, if not thousands of times more while trapped in this hell? 

But you were afraid. So purely afraid of dying that you were desperate to avoid it at all costs. 

And so, with only a moment to act, you kicked off of the locker with all of your strength. 

Wesker was sturdy, but the momentum was enough to send him staggering back a few steps, turning slightly to avoid tripping over the bench behind him. 

It was just enough.

You pulled yourself forward with the movement and grabbed a hold of the row of blue lockers within reach, yanking them down. 

You knew it was a gamble, but they were heavy enough that he released his hold on your waist to stop them from toppling onto him. 

You took that brief moment to launch yourself backward, flying over the bench and to the ground, the landing jarring your already rattled brain.

You scrambled back through the gore that slicked the linoleum–unsure of who it might’ve belonged to–as he shot those inky tentacles toward you.

Before he could reach you, you rolled your body over and into the hole nearby. 

You yelped as a piece of rebar sticking out from the concrete dug through your jacket and into the skin of your shoulder, the sharp metal tearing down your arm as you fell to the first floor onto your side, knocking the wind out of you. 

You whimpered as you felt the burning pain of the new wound, your entire side wet with blood. 

You heard the lockers being bashed back into the wall upstairs and Wesker’s voice called out to you, laced with rage, “My patience is beginning to wear thin.”

You rushed to your feet, knowing you only had seconds to make a run for it before he joined you in the first-floor hallway. 

You dodged down the corridor, hearing the thud of boots as he landed where you had been lying only moments before. 

You weaved in and out of rooms as you sprinted, finally losing the sound of his footsteps as you reached the confiscated items room.

You slowed to a walk to catch your breath and take a look at your now injured shoulder, still gushing, but not so much you would pass out. If anything, your concussion was most concerning to you, nausea and dizziness crashing over you like waves. You fought against the urge to vomit. 

As you began your journey to the east side of the station, hoping to make it to Jill and Chris in time before the Entity snatched them up, you noticed the floor was absolutely drenched in blood. You had seen plenty of it in this building–were now covered in it–but in this hallway, there was just… so much. 

As you moved forward, staring at the stains on the floor to avoid slipping in the viscous red liquid, you felt something hit the side of your head with a gentle thump.

Your eyes trailed up and you flinched away from what you saw in alarm.

It was a body suspended from the ceiling, wearing an R.P.D. uniform.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, retching on the floor. 

You managed to calm down, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket, and forced yourself to look back up at them, praying to whatever god existed that it was someone you didn’t know. Thankfully, you couldn’t make out their face or their badge number. 

Your relief was short-lived, however, when something banged against the window beside you and growled. 

You screamed involuntarily at the noise, horrified to find a woman on the other side of the glass, trying to break through. At first glance, she looked human. But as you took in her appearance, her mouth was stained in blood and her skin was deathly pale and necrotic. 

So this is what the infected looked like. This is what killed you in that mansion. 

The thought made you shiver. 

You heard those heavy bootsteps nearing once again, realizing that your scream alerted Wesker to your position. You admonished yourself for losing your cool and started running for the east wing as fast as you could, your ankle and head screeching in protest. 

You saw Chris as you entered the lobby. He was upstairs next to the lion statue, hanging from the hook beside it, but not yet fighting off the Entity’s hold. That was good, you still had time to get Jill first before coming back for him.

You locked eyes with him, and you pointed to the east wing, trying not to call out to him and gain Wesker’s attention. He simply nodded, understanding your plan of action. You hated the idea of leaving him there to suffer, but Jill was your current priority. 

You headed back for the first floor of the east wing, searching for Jill as you booked it through the office once more. You ended up at the side door again and noticed the meat hook you had passed by earlier in the trial was broken, the rusted metal lying on the ground, coated in a fresh layer of blood. 

Poor Rebecca…

You went up the fire escape and into the second-floor hallway, hearing that rumbling noise yet again as you rounded the corner. 

You were too late.

Jill’s body was already being pulled up and into a void that tore open the ceiling, the Entity’s talons wrapped tightly around her. 

“Jill!” you yelled, guilt burrowing itself into your chest for not making it in time. 

You had to cover your face as another shockwave rippled out, blowing dirt and debris up into the air around you. 

The void closed in on itself and you were left alone in the hall, the only indication Jill had ever been there was the meat hook dropping with a loud clang to the floor. 

You felt tears burn in your eyes and you leaned against the wall to steady yourself. 

God, this can’t be happening… please… 

You weren’t given much of a respite, though, as the sound of Wesker moving down the corridor forced you to piece yourself back together again and push forward.

At least I can still save Chris, you told yourself, shoving down the hopelessness that threatened to overtake you.

You found yourself in Chief Irons’s office, a place you had only been to once when you were first hired, a secret entryway into the lobby sitting in front of you.

Just up ahead was Chris, now battling with the Entity as it tried to tear through him with its massive claws. 

You took a step forward, about to bridge the gap between you to pull him from the hook, when you heard the click of a tongue right behind you. 

The hair on the back of your neck rose up as you turned, Wesker standing mere feet from you in the doorway.

How did he catch up so fast?!

“I have to admit, I always admired your fighting spirit. But you are grating on my last nerve, my dear.” 

He took one long stride forward and you spun back around, bursting towards the lobby at full speed. 

You passed by a pallet pressed up against Chief Irons’s desk and knew what you had to do, hopeful it would buy you enough time to grab Chris and find a place to hide. 

You slowed for just a moment, long enough for Wesker to catch up to you, and then pulled it down on top of him.  

He reeled back, pressing his gloved hand to his temple where the wood had made contact with his head, a snarl ripping past his lips, “I’ll see you dead!”

Fighting against your trembling hands, you finally reached Chris.

“I’m getting you out of here!” you told him, wrapping your arms tightly around his legs and pushing up with what little energy you had left.

So close, come on! you bellowed out in your head, gritting your teeth as you felt Chris’s body slide up the meat hook planted into his shoulder. He groaned in pain as he held off the Entity with one hand and tried pulling himself up and off the hook with the other. 

You shrieked as leather-clad fingers dug into your scalp–into your open wound–and yanked you off of Chris by your hair.

“Lucky!” Chris shouted, reaching towards you without thinking. 

Right in front of your blurring eyes, the Entity sliced its long, sharp talon through Chris’s abdomen. 

One last grunt escaped him as your horrified gazes met, a spurt of blood flying out of his mouth and spraying you across the face.

“Chris!” you cried, fighting against Wesker’s hold. 

It didn’t matter. He was already dead.

The Entity curled its blood-soaked claws around his body and, like Jill, began to pull him up into a void that appeared in the ceiling. 

Wesker turned to you as you continued to watch your best friend’s corpse get carried off into the floating abyss, unable to come to terms with what you just witnessed. That blast of air you now know to be associated with the Entity’s sacrifice washed over you, stinging your eyes, but you couldn’t pull them away from the scene.

“How disappointing,” Wesker tutted, pressing his other hand to your face, forcing you to look at him. “To think, you were so close.” 

His words cut right through the shock, every emotion you were feeling at that moment overshadowed by the unadulterated wrath you felt frothing like over-boiled water inside of you.

Wesker’s fingers were pressed to either side of your cheeks, clamped down hard enough to bruise, the healing scab across your face cracking and oozing new blood. 

His hand hovered right in front of your open mouth, and so you did the only thing you could think of.

You bit down. 

Hard. 

He let out a hiss, pulling his hand from your face. The leather was too thick for your teeth to tear through it and into his flesh, but you knew the bite was forceful enough to still hurt. 

You only stared up at him in defiance, reaching your hands to the one tangled in your hair, scratching wildly at his arm.

“Enough!” he roared, something feral flashing in those animal eyes.

He yanked you back with enough strength to nearly rip your hair from your scalp and tossed you bodily down the stairs. 

You covered your face as you bounced painfully on every step, landing with a thud on your back, your head cracking–yet again–on the hard linoleum. 

You let out a scream in agony, the world fading into only shapes. You were shocked your brain wasn’t oozing out of your skull by now.

You could still make out the silhouette of Wesker as he slowly made his way down the stairs, holding that glinting blade up to the light as he spoke, “You know, darling, it didn’t have to go this way. What a waste of such a sweet reunion.”

He was only halfway down the steps when you heard a creaking noise behind you, and what sounded like the rushing of wind. 

Is that..?

You turned over, groaning from the motion, as you tried to follow the sound. A cold breeze hit your face and your eyes focused just enough to see your salvation.

The hatch! 

It was down the ramp in front of you, just next to the entrance to the east wing. 

Despite every aching part of your body objecting to your movements, you pulled yourself to your hands and knees and crawled as fast as you could.

You slid down the ramp, your hands outreached and ready to dive into the opening on the floor. 

Yes! I’m getting out of here!

But, suddenly, there was a current of air whipping across your right side, something barreling past you and to the hatch so fast, you couldn’t make sense of it.

To your horror, as you were mere inches from your escape, the door to the hatch was slammed shut right in front of your eyes. If you had been any closer, your fingers would have been crushed under the rusted metal. 

You were met with two large black boots standing before you, your eyes pooling as you came to terms with the fact you weren’t getting out alive.

Wesker tsked as he walked up to your side, kicking it harshly to force you onto your back. 

“What a fun little game that was, my pet. But I’m afraid playtime is over.”

You tried to fight him off as he straddled your hips with ease, those vile, pulsating tendrils wrapping around your wrists and pinning them to the floor. 

He traced his knife down your face, fully reopening the wound there as you cried out in pain. 

His visage hovered so close to yours as he trailed his hand down your body and you shut your eyes as you felt the blade caress your ribs. 

Tears leaked down your cheeks. 

This is it. 

Before he could bury his knife up to the hilt into your lung, though, words came tumbling out of your mouth, “Even after everything you’ve done, I can’t bring myself to hate you.”

You squeezed your eyelids tighter as you braced yourself for what was to come, resigned to experiencing this first death at the hands of your betrayer. 

But nothing happened. 

Confused, you opened your eyes just in time to see him lean forward, knife clattering to the floor. 

And then he kissed you.

You were shocked, frozen as he moved his lips against yours, sweltering and so incredibly hungry.

You did the unthinkable.

You kissed him back.

Truth be told, you wanted this. You missed it.

To think, it had only been a few days since last you saw him. Ten years younger. Your proud captain. The man you admired.

The man you loved.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, completely at his mercy as his lips molded so perfectly against yours like they always had, but there came a sudden shaking across the whole building, the floors and walls breaking apart as an orange glow emanated from their cracks.

Wesker pulled back, his hands moving to cradle the sides of your face as he looked upon you, that murderous rage seeming to dissipate altogether, replaced with something else. Something… soft.

He sighed, those snake-like eyes boring into your own as he said, “It really is a shame, dearheart, but it looks like we’re out of time.”

Before you could say another word and faster than you could comprehend, his grip on your face tightened and he twisted your head to the side. 

There was a sickening crunch, white-hot agony shooting through your neck in a single burst, and then…

Nothing.

***

???; ???

When you gained consciousness again, you were floating.

No, more like sinking.

You couldn't move. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe. 

It was as if you had been tossed into the freezing depths of the ocean, the icy water feeling like a million daggers being stabbed into your skin as it enveloped you.

You panicked, fighting against your immobile limbs, urging yourself to just swim up.

Your lungs were burning, but you weren’t drowning. Just sinking further and further and further down.

Was this death? Forever drifting in a black, watery abyss?

You didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to do.

And so you continued your descent into the unknown.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. It could have been seconds. It could have been years. Everything was so far away now. Your life, your friends, the struggles you faced. It all seemed to fade into nothing.

There was no comfort in this endless dark, but there was still a certain peace to it. No need to fight anymore. You could just be.

And then you felt it.

A rush of movement came below you, something massive swimming up and towards your paralyzed form. 

You didn’t know what it was, but you knew to be very afraid. 

You felt it reach for you and you wished you could scream, could move, could do anything.

And then, as you awaited the inevitable, its claws outstretched…

You woke up.

***

Day 2; Survivors’ Camp

You came to, screaming.

You realized as a soft glow permeated your vision and the smell of woodsmoke filled your nostrils, that you were back at the camp.

You were no longer underneath Wesker’s hold. No longer drifting down into nothing, ready to be swallowed by what lurked in the deep of whatever watery near-grave you had been trapped in.

The memories of that freezing abyss faded nearly immediately, though, like waking from a distant dream. But Wesker’s heated kiss and the pain you felt as he snapped your neck weighed heavily in your thoughts.

The ache of your strained vocal cords was suddenly muted by the gut-wrenching anguish of your new reality settling in. 

“Hey, hey. I got you, Lucky.”

You turned to face Chris, who was kneeling beside you. He clamped a firm hand on your shoulder, anchoring you to something other than the horrid truth you’ve come to learn. 

He scanned you, as if making sure you were free from injury, before meeting your gaze. “Everything’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

Your eyes began to sting with unshed tears, and the dam broke before you could hold it in. 

As the first burning sob surged through you, Chris pulled you tightly into his arms, trying to calm your shaking form. 

“The first time is always the worst,” he told you, offering comfort the best way he could. 

But he didn’t understand. You had to make him understand.

“It was him–” you choked out. “It was him.”

You heard him sigh above you, tightening his already crushing hold. “I know. I know. But he can’t hurt you here.”

But he didn’t know. Could never know. There were no words to describe this feeling. 

Chris thought you were simply afraid of Wesker. 

It went so much deeper than that.

“It’s over, Lucky. You’re back here now. You’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.” 

He’ll keep you safe? You could almost laugh if it weren’t for the cries that wouldn’t stop falling from your lips and into his shoulder. 

None of you were safe. You never would be again. 

But safety was farthest from your mind. 

Yes, the feeling of Wesker’s hands on you, the agony that shot through you when he… when he killed you… was something that would haunt your nightmares for weeks to come. 

But it was far from the worst thing you felt, the thing that erupted from your sinking heart and out of your mouth. The truth that hurt far more than any suffering he could ever inflict on you. 

The man you loved never existed.

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[itsamenickname]

So a little under 2 weeks ago, I was responding back to some of the comments from chapters 13 and 14 of To Break the Bonds Within Two Kingdoms. As I was having a conversation with one user, they made a very interesting comment about how E. Gadd's chaotic nature had to have rubbed off on Luigi a little bit.

And when I saw the words 'chaotic nature,' I kid you not, one of the first things that popped into my head was the D&D alignment chart where it ranges from lawful good to chaotic evil.

And then I started to ask myself where the 5 main characters (6 if you count E. Gadd) in TBTBWTK would be placed in the D&D alignment chart.

Which leads us to what is going to be this very long post. XD

Now, I do want to point out that this is a rough idea and that it could change over time. In addition, this alignment is also based on how the characters are portrayed in my story. There is a possibility that you guys might have different thoughts or opinions on where each character should be placed and that's perfectly okay! If you guys do think that Luigi, King Boo, or any of the other characters listed should be aligned somewhere else, then feel free to let me know because I'm curious to see what y'all's thoughts are. :)

Alright, without any further ado, let's get started! :D

(Adding a cut to avoid minor spoilers to those who haven't read TBTBWTK yet (or at least haven't read up to chapter 15).))

Luigi: Lawful good

Cause let's be honest here: Luigi is the purest thing in the entire world.

2. Mario: Chaotic good

So with the way I envision Mario, I see him as someone who wants what's best for the people he loves (especially Luigi), but the reason I listed him as chaotic good is because the things he feel that are best for Luigi don't always align with what Luigi thinks it's best for himself (i.e., Bowser). Plus, I can see Mario as someone who is willing to break a few rules if it ultimately means helping out Luigi, Peach, or anyone else he loves and cares about.

3. Peach: Lawful neutral

I see Peach as a kind-hearted soul who cares about her people, her friends, and her family (especially Mario). However, the thing I think that ultimately makes her lawful neutral is the fact that she is also a princess/queen and I can see Peach as someone who occasionally (but not always) puts the rules, orders, and traditions above personal preference.

4. Bowser: Chaotic neutral

So Bowser was tricky to figure out, but when it comes down to this, I see him having two different sides: The one side we're all more familiar with in the Nintendo games (e.g., he's not afraid to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, arrogant, and stubborn) and the second rare side he doesn't show very often (e.g., he cares very deeply about his minions and family (i.e., Luigi) and would do anything to protect them. Plus, he does feel certain types of negative emotions such as guilt and regret because of the bad choices he made even if they didn't seem like bad choices at the time (a great visualization of this is in chapter 14 & 15)).

5. Professor E. Gadd: Chaotic good

So E. Gadd was a little tricky to figure out as well, but it's really because there isn't any interactions between him and the rest of the characters in TBTBWTK. With this being said though, I see E. Gadd as a kind-hearted little old man who absolutely loves to learn new things, especially paranormal stuff. However, the thing that makes him chaotic is that I feel like there are times (not a lot of times) where he doesn't care for Luigi's wellbeing as much as he should be. (One good example of this is Luigi's Mansion 2 because the reason that whole adventure happened in the first place was because E. Gadd sold King Boo's painting at a garage sale when he should've known that selling King Boo's portrait was a bad idea.)

6. King Boo: Chaotic evil

Need I say more?

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[acacia-may]

More House Vaude Drama Thoughts...

Hi, I'd like to chime in with more House Vaude Drama ramblings given all the recent discussion going around (which I guess was started by me, sorry everyone lol 😂). @lyranova, @loosesodamarble, and @just-a-little-fan-1793, none of you have to read this (and sorry for the tag), but I couldn't figure out whose post would be most appropriate for me to reblog with my added thoughts so I've just decided to create a new post with more thoughts and tag y'all in case you want to see it. 😅

Long story short, the purpose of this post is that I'm not sure how well I explained my own personal feelings on this topic in my original ask (which Lyra so kindly answered and I've gone ahead and linked here) since my big issue with this whole convoluted mess isn't so much that it's a convoluted mess or that I shipped Vanessa with Finral first or even that Finral and Finesse's relationship had some flaws in the way it was presented in the canon. My real problem with all of this is how wrapped up it all is with the possibility of Finral returning House Vaude, his abusive home that he left for extremely good reason. But my thoughts on this topic were really long so I've put most of them below the cut... 😅 Thanks in advance for indulging my ramblings.

(Warnings: Black Clover spoilers and implied/referenced/discussed child abuse and gaslighting. There also are some constructive (but, I will admit, relatively blunt) criticisms of these pairings and how they were handled by the narrative)

I'd like to start by reiterating that I like both the Finral x Vanessa and Finral x Finesse ships, and I'd go so far as to say that I actually really like that romance isn’t the main focus of Black Clover. I truthfully didn't get into shipping in the series that much because it was so sidelined which really allows the strong friendships and familial bonds (especially in those wonderful found families) to shine!

Also, to this point, I love Finral and Vanessa as just platonic friends just like @just-a-little-fan-1793 mentioned (and on some level, honestly might prefer them that way). That said, I still think the manga did a much better job of qualifying their relationship in that way. When I mentioned in my original ask that I felt the anime played up Finral and Vanessa in a romantic sense, I really blame the English dub for that as I feel like the original Japanese anime played things much less flirty and much more familial teasing between them (it's the delivery of some lines, especially the ones in the sea temple). I've seen both, and I think if I had watched the Japanese first, I would have felt similarly that they were just good friends as I really don't have the strongest "romance detector" in the world and tend to default to platonic friendships unless whacked over the head with the romance. 😅😂

For me, some of those exchanges between them were just too flirtatious (in English). Maybe I was just looking through the lens of my own experience knowing that some of my dearest and closest friends are guys and I'm a woman, and I would never ever talk to my guy friends that way, especially if I knew they were as desperate for love as Finral. I realize part of that is just Vanessa being Vanessa but at the same time, it's (arguably) irrefutably that she is Finral's "best friend"...she knows him better than most people which means she knows how at least a part of him is going to take her saying she'd "let [him] take [her] on a date" if they survive the sea temple battle (and so on). It seems unreasonably cruel to tease him like that if she had him firmly in the "Brother Zone." (Not saying she wants to date him just that I felt there was a least the tiniest sliver of potential there for this reason. Even if the potential is barely 0.0001%, it's still more than zero. I just don't think she would've said it to Finral (again because she knows what he's like and how he'd take it), if the potential was zero). This line was not in the manga, so again, I blame the anime for the confusion which I think is a point that Lyra @lyranova and I both really agree on.

To the Finral x Finesse point, I agree with Erika @loosesodamarble that Finral and Finesse's relationship was handled poorly by the narrative in a troubling variety of different ways. Finesse should have (and easily could have) been mentioned sooner and it should have been made clear that Finral really was pining after her this whole time. Also, this "joke" that it's turning into is not funny and is honestly concerning for Finral's mental health, like he's gaslighting himself and we're all supposed to laugh at it?? It's bizarre and I'm really not a fan.

I would like to state for the record however, that my biggest concern with this pairing is not that I prefer Vanessa for Finral (honestly I'm not sure that I do if it was just personality-wise as I like both pairings equally in that respect but the situation things surrounding a Vanessa x Finral relationship are far less troubling to me which is why I think I tend to lean that direction). My biggest concern isn't even that the narrative kind of botched the Fin Fin execution--I'd be willing to forgive that since I do love Finral x Finesse as a pairing, but what I cannot possibly get over is that I can't think of remotely believable situation in which Finral can marry Finesse without going back to House Vaude. She is the king's grandniece, promised in an arranged marriage, and chronically ill. She also is meek and traditional just by nature. She can't and (I would argue) won't just elope with Finral. I'm sorry. I wish that was the case, but it isn't. If/when they try to make an elopement (or a "Finral gets the girl but Langris gets the estate" situation) happen in the canon, it will feel cheap, unrealistic, and/or nonsensical to me, and I say that as someone who actually ships this pairing and wants to root for them (which is a big source of my frustrations). Unless House Vaude miraculously burns to the ground (we can only hope right🤞), Finral will live there if he marries Finesse. The two are not mutually exclusive.

Which leads me to my main issue, I would rather gnaw off a limb than see Finral return to his abusive home, and I honestly say that with very little hyperbole. Now, I'll disclaimer this by saying I have a lot of personal connection to this topic (probably too much to stay level-headed about it) having loved a "Finral" (someone who ran away from an abusive situation in eerily similar circumstances) in real life and that may cloud my judgment a little bit here because, to be frank, the idea of that person returning to their abusive home for any reason at all makes me feel physically ill. Yes, of course, Finral himself is a fictional character, but the sentiment extends to him too because this whole plotline just hit way too close to home for me to the point where I have lost actual sleep worrying about what's going to happen to Finral and if he's going to go back to House Vaude at the end of the series. I realize there is some projecting there on my part (which is why I mentioned it), but it's the biggest reason I don't think I could really cope with a "Finral's happily ever after involves him becoming Head of House Vaude" ending, especially since Finral's romantic interest in Finesse has been handled so poorly by the narrative that they can't even make the (albeit weak) argument that "Well he loves her so much that it's okay he's going back to House Vaude. His love is so strong it'll help him weather the storm of abuse waiting for him when he goes back there." [For the record, that is a terrible, weak argument just objectively and it would be even if Finral x Finesse was the most perfectly handled ship in the history of the universe, but it can't even begin to be made here when he is literally banging his head against a wall yelling at himself that he actually is in love with her like "sHe'S tHe OnLy OnE fOr Me! Why doesn't anyone believe me?" Probably because you look like you're gaslighting yourself, buddy... 🙄 And yes, this is all just a bad joke, I understand, but it's in really poor taste considering what's at stake here is Finral returning to a toxic environment where he was tormented and abused for nearly two decades until he finally escaped in his adulthood. There is absolutely nothing funny in that.]

My heart breaks for Finral and I feel extremely protective of him, so my biggest concern in all of this House Vaude drama is his safety and well-being. I know that going back to House Vaude (no matter what his reasoning) will not be the best thing for him. Even if he believes that's "what he wants," it really isn't what he wants--it's only what he "thinks" that he wants because he has unrealistic expectations of what returning home will be like (See, his whole "I will make Father acknowledge me" speech when he "declares war" on Langris before leaving for the Heart Kingdom). That's not going to happen. That's never going to happen. The harsh reality is that the Lord and Lady Vaude are horrible, awful people who are incapable of unconditional love--a fact which has messed up both of their sons.

I worry about Langris too, of course, but he at least seems to have a better understanding of the reality of this situation than Finral who still keeps blaming himself like it's somehow his fault his father and stepmother don't love him. He still believes he can "earn" their love and just hasn't yet because there's something wrong with him, whereas by this point in the story, I think Langris is aware that there really is not and was never any love there to earn in the first place. Nothing either him or Finral do will ever be enough for Ledior and Liliane. Langris understands this, and Finral doesn't (which as much as I would love to rescue them both from that hellscape, if one of them has to stay, at least Langris knows what he's getting into).

Finesse unfortunately is way too connected to this house, this situation, and these people on account of the arranged marriage. If she was just some random castle town girl who had no connection to the Vaudes whatsoever, I think I'd have had much less of a problem with her being introduced late because Finral could just marry her without involving his horrible relatives at all (and that is the real issue for me here). But unfortunately, that is not the scenario presented to us by the canon. As it is now, Finesse and House Vaude go hand in hand and likely always will. I think Finesse herself knows this which is why she likely gave Finral space all of those years after he left. I like to think she really does love Finral which then begs the question of what she wants because I can almost guarantee you with 99.9% certainty that if she really does love him and has even the tiniest inkling of a sliver of what has gone on in that House Vaude hellscape (which come on, she cares so deeply for both Finral and Langris (however you want to qualify that) and has been around this family for years now, no matter how much her boys try to protect her from it all, she at least knows some of it or can make an educated guess that there's something dark and sinister in that House behind that perfect persona they try to display to the world), she wouldn't want Finral to step one foot back in there for any reason at all but especially not to be with her.

But yes, to be perfectly fair, this really isn't about Finesse personally. I would have concerns about any relationship for Finral if it involved him going back to House Vaude. (Though I'll admit that Langris' involvement in the whole Finesse situation was so unnecessary and has left a sour taste in my mouth, especially since the way things are playing out in the canon it is much easier for me to believe that Langris is the one who really loves her. Just a personal feeling, but it's not one I can give up and even if he acted like a jerk for a lot of the series, there is something unfair and tragic about the idea of Langris who was abused or tortured in House Vaude just like Finral (only in a different way) getting the rug ripped out from under him losing his house, title, what he worked for his entire life, his sense of identity in a way and (possibly) the only woman he has ever loved to his brother (who needs to stay the **** away from all that House Vaude garbage in the first place) but I digress...). Anyway, I think I settled into Finral x Vanessa mainly because it's not even an option for them to go back to House Vaude (not to mention that having been rescued from abuse herself, there is no way in hell she is letting him go back there).

But these are just my own personal feelings and opinions. Everyone perceives and interprets things differently. Like Lyra said, one of the fun parts of being in a fandom is getting to see all the different perspectives and interpretations. Everyone likes what they like, and it honestly would be really boring around here if everyone was exactly the same and liked exactly the same things so I'm really a big believer in (to paraphrase an old adage) just ship and let ship. I've no problem with either of these ships and no problem with anyone who ships both, one or the other, or neither of them. I personally actually like both of them myself. My only problem is Finral going back to his abusive home and as that seems like a more likely possibility with one (and the one that is most likely to be canon), it does leave me with some big concerns and some sour feelings for what otherwise would have/could have/should have been just a very sweet pairing.

Also, I think I'll just wrap things up with a confession that my favorite ship in this entire "House Vaude Cluster" is actually Finesse x Langris, [and it's honestly the only one I could probably drum up actual passion about as a ship in its own right (outside of this convoluted mess of circumstances, I mean)], but that has everything to do with my own personal preferences and the fact that (as I mentioned earlier) it is easiest for me to believe that Langris loves Finesse more than any other possible pairing in this love urchin. It hadn't been mentioned in any of the previous discussion at all, so I'm mentioning it now just to mention it. ^^ That said, it has nothing to do with anything I discussed here, so do with that information what you will. Cheers!! 💙

#acacia's ramblings #house vaude soap opera #spatial mage brothers #my boys 💚💙 #dang i haven't gone on a black clover rant in a while... #i'm honestly feeling kind of rusty lol 😅 #but I have A LOT of passion for this topic #...clearly...lol 😂 #self-indulgence #but gosh i wish it wasn't 🙈

[vasito-de-leche]

Ngl I adore the way you write Dj subatomic

Would you be down to do hcs of him as a dad?

;NSR DJSS - Parent Headcanons

Compilation of headcanons and analysis about DJ Subatomic Supernova as a father and dealing with parenthood.

glad you like it! I'm still working veeeeery slowly on the other love languages posts, but I lost steam halfway thru, so I'm procrastinating those by answering this one lolol

i'll leave the details as to how he becomes a father up to y'all, since i dont rlly care abt those specifics - adoption, biological kids, etc, up to yall!

DJSS never really considered starting a family nor having children.

As someone who priotizes his work first and foremost, having a family - let alone children who require attention 24/7 - just isn't a possibility in his book, DJSS considers it a setback rather than an ideal lifestyle. So fatherhood is something that's thrown at him and catches him by surprise, if that makes sense. I can only see him accepting such responsibility if it's the only option available, if there's absolutely no one and nowhere else the child can go to.

Once again, he's an outlier when compared to the other Megastars. They have themes of unity, bonding with others and different types of families, not just the nuclear family example: the Sayu Gang have each other, Yinu's parents are a huge an important part of her life, 1010 act as a unit and, whether you see Neon J as their parental figure or not, he's still responsible for them in a way. Eve connects with like-minded artists and her fans, Tatiana connects with the megastars, Vinyl City as a whole and Eve herself. Even DK West is here by virtue of being Zuke's brother. DJSS is just there, all alone.

I like to think that the time he spent working as a teacher had a big impact on him, growing disillusioned overtime with not only his passions but the concept of community - the current DJSS doesn't really see a point in nurturing any sort of relationship that isn't transactional nor profitable.

Some characters worry about being good parents and influences, some worry about their economic situations not being enough to support a child, and so on and so forth. DJSS simply doesn't care about any of that, he's got a stable life and is confident in his skills (at the very least, confident in his ability to learn how to care for a child pretty quickly). He just... never considered the idea of being a father.

Whether the kid is a boy or a girl or anything else, he doesn't care. He has no preference. The only opinion he has relates to the amount of kids he'll allow - which is one. The less kids running around, the better.

Treats parenthood like a job, basically. DJSS appears to be a neglectful parent on the outside, but is very attentive to his kid's needs.

There is always a sense of distance and a layer of feigned indifference when it comes to his very scarce relationships, this is no different.

During the first years, DJSS makes a point to treat his role as a father like a job - it's how he tackles things, seeing them as tasks to solve. His approach can be easily read as him being uninterested, maybe even neglectful - at least to outsiders. DJSS has cultivated quite the reputation, being a polarizing figure to the public and all, so the fact that he has a child certainly doesn't sit well with those who exclusively see him for being arrogant and irresponsible.

He's very private about this aspect of his life, ignoring any questions about his child or his struggles as a parent. It's easy to assume he just doesn't care at all.

Those who DO know DJSS are fully aware of his dedication, his work ethics might be unorthodox and only make sense to him but damn if he doesn't get the job done. The reason he can act so casual is because of the work he puts in behind the scenes, multitasking a hundred different things to ensure the kid is fully cared for. After all, the happier this kid is, the less troublesome they'll be.

I imagine that during the first years, he provides for the child without getting himself directly involved. If they show interest in something in particular, like dinosaurs for example, DJSS won't take them to any exhibits but he will buy them encyclopedias and leave documentaries on for them to watch. If they need interaction and friends, he'll set up weekly playdates with Yinu (if she's not too old) - maybe even let the other Megastars babysit his kid. They've all probably pestered him about bringing his kid to work just so they can meet them, finding babysitters isn't a problem.

Once again, distance. DJSS doesn't want his career to end so suddenly just because he has to take care of a human life. Until he finds his footing and comes to term with being a father, DJSS resorts to finding people who are properly equipped to care for the kid when needed, all while he ensures that all of their needs are met without directly stepping in.

He becomes very perceptive to his kid and any changes in their behaviour, being able to tell if they've had a bad day or if they're hiding something from him just from a few glances. DJSS makes sure to be informed about his kid's friends, their passions and hobbies, likes and dislikes... All so he can nudge them in the right direction or give them advice in his own subtle way.

I want to insist that this isn't a case of an unloving father who purposefully ignores his child. It's more so an issue of properly connecting and bonding with each other. DJSS knows them like the back of his hand, but only the things he's been able to gleam and observe - and his child? They wouldn't be able to tell you HIS favorite color. And yet they both care about each other in their own way. It's a very one-sided, complex family dynamic.

Contrary to popular belief, DJSS would not want to be his kid's teacher. But their education is still very important to him.

Does he have a lot of things to say about the current education system? Yes. Does he think he could do a better job than every single teacher in Vinyl City? Absolutely, his ego is big enough for that.

But when it comes to his kid's education, DJSS understands that he's been a little out of touch with the basics. He didn't get a degree to be an elementary or highschool teacher, after all.

While he can't pick them up from school or attend every single parent-teacher meeting, DJSS makes a point of meeting all of his kid's teachers to ensure they're taking their jobs seriously and also keeps up with the curriculum - just in case his kid has any trouble with homework. Part of him does want them to have great grades, as otherwise would reflect poorly on him, but at the end of the day, DJSS would want them to do their best, to learn out of a genuine sense of curiosity.

I can see DJSS and his kid having study sessions, in which he casually complains about all the new things that he "should know about" like the old man he is, but feeling a surge of pride whenever his kid corrects him - something about seeing himself in them and whatnot. If they end up becoming interested in his own field of work, he'll be SO smug and happy about it.

Let's be honest, his kid is bound to have at least some interest in something space-adjacent given... Well, their father being a literal black hole and astrophysicist. It would be suuuuper funny to me if his kid became interested in astrology instead during their rebellious teens, just to spite him. Either way, if they choose something else entirely, he'll support them (after some nagging like "are you SURE that's what you want?" etc).

Maybe this is the way he could properly bond with his kid, while also rekindling his love for teaching and letting go of some bitter old habits and views.

DJSS is the type of parent who really starts to connect with his kid once they grow up, when the passage of time hits him all at once and he worries about them not being close.

Somehow, it's easier to DJSS to deal with a rebellious teenager or a struggling young adult than dealing with a child or toddler.

Probably one of the very few characters who can stand having a sassy kid who talks back or drops the most devastating comebacks ever - he can't complain there, they picked up that attitude directly from HIM, he can tell. They've absolutely heard him talk down to NSR staff and anyone who pisses him off.

I get the feeling he and his kid would banter a lot, growing closer while struggling to find ways of being vulnerable around each other - because another thing that his kid gets from him is that lingering distance. They're probably used to independence, to doing things on their own and not ask for help unless strictly necessary because that's exactly DJSS' own modus operandi.

So it's all awkward, baby steps towards progress. But the second DJSS and his kid become besties, it's absolutely OVER for everyone else. Everyone in NSR knows better than to try and out-sass them when they're together.

Expect a lot of debates, just a lot of them about anything and everything. Either for shits and giggles, to discuss theories or really in-depth stuff. People often assume they're arguments because of how seriously he and his kid seem to take it, but it's all in good fun.

Personally, as combative and defensive DJSS can be when it comes to subjects he's passionate about (or because of his pettiness), I don't see him being the type to ever argue with his kid. At this point, he's fully come to terms with his role as their dad. If there's anyone worth listening to on this side of the universe is his kid. Had it been anyone else, he would've just walked out the door and ignored them, but that's his kid. Their opinion is important to him.

And here's a random assortment of headcanons I don't have enough to expand on!

DJSS is absolutely the type of parent who gloats and brags about anything his kid achieves to every single other parents in the vicinity. He might have a hard time being verbally and physically affectionate with his kid, but damn if he doesn't love talking everyone's ears off about their achievements.

He doesn't take many photos nor have any dedicated albums to them as a family, but he 100% saves all of their tests and essays and homework and drawings.

Has a lot of small tapes recorded throughout the years for his kid. These range from sneaky recordings of them as a kid babbling about silly things, him reading bedtime stories to them when they were young, heartfelt apologies or speeches that he never got the courage to say outloud, retellings of specific events like their first failed exam, their first broken bone, their first trip somewhere... Or very domestic things like grocery shopping lists, etc etc. He's dramatic and extra like that.

Least likely to threaten his kid's romantic partner to treat them right or else. DJSS trusts their judgement. However, expect to be blacklisted from any NSR-owned facility and store within Cast Tech should you break his kid's heart.

I like to think that his kid calls Eve "Auntie" and that she's the only one within NSR to get that special treatment, since I HC DJSS and Eve as besties <3. She's also the one to save them from DJSS' fashion sense cause he thinks it's perfectly fine to wear shorts in the middle of winter.

DJSS is entirely indifferent about their preference for EDM or Rock, that's their business. But he would love to be involved when/if his kid starts to dabble in music.

DJSS does have space-themed nicknames for his kid, but he's worried about being cringe so he only uses them whenever his kid isn't within earshot. He couldn't care less about random people hearing him use these nicknames and whatnot, but as much as he denies it, he wants his kid to think he's cool.

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr djss #nsr headcanons #dj subatomic supernova #parent AU

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Benefits To Writing Fanfiction

There are a lot of people out there who find fanfiction to be weird. There are also a lot of people out there who are ashamed to admit they write fanfiction. Well, today I hope I can break down that wall a bit and show everyone that writing fanfiction is not only a legitimate form of writing but also a beneficial one!

I write a lot of fanfiction - I'll admit it. Maybe one day y'all will figure out what my AO3 account is, maybe not. And yes, I am a hardcore fan of AO3 it's the best fanfiction sharing website out there, no doubt. If you disagree I'm sorry for your loss. But, yeah. I write a lot of fanfiction and read a lot of fanfiction and honestly? I think I've grown a LOT as a writer since then. Here's why.

It helps you explore new genres

As a writer I find it hard to step out of my comfort zone when writing. Does anyone else feel the same? Well, regardless of if you do or don't, since writing fanfiction I've found myself writing genres I wouldn't have even considered writing before. I think this is mainly because I'm usually taking already existing universes and expanding on them with my own ideas. Some of the work is already done for me, which makes me feel more comfortable putting my feet in the door of this new genre. It doesn't seem as scary - and in turn it's a lot more fun.

Often authors are scared to try something new in fear of messing up, but with fanfiction you already have something to work with that's not just a rough idea for a story, and all you have to do is test the waters. This makes the fear of writing in that genre with your own idea a lot less scarier later down the line.

Gaining Experience From Having Your Work Read

Without fanfiction I doubt I would have had many people read my work. Some of my friends have read my original stories - and also my fanfiction - and some of my family has read it as well, but other than that nobody that I know personally has read my work. Then I started writing fanfiction.

My writing was mostly trashy at first, not gonna lie. When I started posting my fanfiction online it was actually on Wattpad and I've grown tremendously as a writer since then. Without the constant feedback and validation from everyone who had read, commented on and liked my stories I don't know where I would be as a writer today. I've grown so much because of my fandoms, and now I'd like to say I'm pretty good at writing.

Borrowing Others Ideas

I think, one of my favorite things about fanfiction, is that you have so many different worlds to borrow from. If you like a character you can write about them. If you want to see your favorite characters in a different world you can do that. You get to test so many different things out and you can really improve your weak spots as a writer or just have fun with your strengths.

Because you don't have to come up with every little thing as a writer, you really just get to have fun with pre-made elements. And you also really grow from this too. You're studying already made storylines, worlds, and characters. And, if you're anything like me, this might cause you to think about your own story and how to develop it more. So really, learning more about characters like Luz Noceda from The Owl House or Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson on such an intimate level can help you develop your own characters and see where they're lacking. The same goes for world building and plot lines.

Rebooting Your Love Of Writing

How many of your write every day. Or every week or month etc...

Me neither. Before really getting into fanfiction I would write maybe once every six months. It can be draining, especially when you don't know what you're doing. But once I started writing fanfiction - lots of it, I started writing at least once a week. And now I write almost every day! And I'm writing for myself most of the time, but the love and validation from the people who read and comment and like my work can really keep me motivated too. When they have ideas and I know they're wrong, or are just surprised by a twist or maybe mad at something that happened. Any and all feedback really keeps me going.

And a lot of the time, when I'm tired of writing fanfiction...

Well, then I get motivated to work on my original pieces.

Practice! Practice! Practice!

Writing fanfiction is just a great way to practice your own writing skills, all in all. And even if you aren't working on any of your own original ideas, or you don't have any at all, fanfiction is still a great way to write and keep in touch with your creative side. Because, at the end of the day, fanfiction is a form of writing, and there is no wrong way to write.

So never be ashamed to write fanfiction, guys. It's honestly such a great thing and fanfiction writers should be respected everywhere!

#aspiring writer #writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing help #writingtips #writblr #writerscommunity #writeblr #instawriters #fanfic #fandom #fantasy #fanfiction #fanfics #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #creative writing #writers #writer things #writers block #writing research #writer problems #writerscorner #writersofinstagram #fanfic writer #writing life #written

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Brendan Hunt’s Post-Finale Reddit AMA (Part 1)

Because I have seen a lot of one-off screenshots and vagueblogging about this, but no compilation post, I figured I would compile all the canon-important questions Brendan Hunt answered in his Reddit AMA this afternoon, along with some light commentary. (If you want to look through the entire thing yourself, you can find it here:)

Let’s start with a big clarification a lot of people asked for and he answered twice: was the end montage a dream?

Tl;dr according to the writers, none of it was a dream. (Also RIP that book list, I’ve been curious about this before and tried to pull a full list from screenshots but I think we only see 3-4 of the books 😩)

On Beard & Jane.

So this is all very… YIKES 😬😬😬 (Except for the bit about Roy & Keeley, which honestly mostly feels like a non-answer other than “Roy needs to go to therapy” which: lol no kidding.)

On Ted & Rebecca.

Although I don't particularly ship Ted & Rebecca (tho I'm not against it either, I'm neutral in that ship war!) I understand why y'all are mad about these answers. The last one in particular feels like a retcon-y denial of some deliberate writing choices they made, whether or not they ever seriously considered having them actually end up together.

On Ted's Ending.

As someone whose largest problem with the finale (aside from the glaring Beard & Jane Of It All) can be summarized as "Major Issues With Ted's Everything," I'm gonna go ahead and chalk this up to just a major writing fumble, essentially. If people are asking this many questions about it, you needed to spell more of this out onscreen. Half of these questions could've been answered by having Ted actually have a real conversation with Rebecca in the stands instead of fucking SILENCE.

On Ted & Beard.

I mean, other than the drugs question (which is a very valid answer)...I guess?? Feels unsatisfyingly realistic to Actual Adulthood to me, personally, but sure, I guess.

On Dr. Jacob.

I am nothing but a disabled paralegal with Google, and it took me less than five minutes to locate KAR 102-5-12. Unprofessional conduct for Marriage & Family Therapists in Kansas:

(26) making sexual advances toward, engaging in physical intimacies or sexual activities with, or exercising undue influence over any person who, within the past 24 months, has been one's client; (27) exercising undue influence over any client, student, or supervisee, including promoting sales of services or goods, in a manner that will exploit the client, student, or supervisee for the financial gain, personal gratification, or advantage of oneself or a third party;

(All emphasis mine.) So... we'll fall back on that "suspension of disbelief" for fiction, I guess?? Because he clearly violated (26) with Michelle and (27) with Ted.

On Roy, Keeley, & Jamie.

That fight and Roy doing "work on himself" absolutely could have happened earlier in the season, but... sure! I guess! (If I'm being charitable, I might say that he misunderstood the poly triad question since the OP worded it as a "triangle relationship" rather than actually using the words "polyamory" or "non-monogamy" but. He very well may have understood but just ignored that part of it! Who knows.)

1000% everyone should support the writers strike though, obvs.

(Continued in Part 2 since this is so fuckin long!)

#ted lasso #brendan hunt #reddit ama

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D&D Story: *excited internal panic* (Or: The Fourth Time the Lightbringers Met a God)

Hello, I have another Rise of the Shadowmaster story, and y'all are not going to believe what happened in today's session.

First, though, a follow-up from my last post:

We successfully defended my character's at-home family from the attack, and while a couple of Dea's siblings did very briefly go unconscious or die, we were able to revive them and everyone's ok now. You know, aside from the trauma.

Our sorcerer beat a young blue dragon in a one-on-one fight (well, one-on-one on our sorcerer's side; the dragon brought in orc reinforcements at one point because he was scared).

We learned that one of Dea's sisters had vanished the same night as her father died. Dea, another of her sisters, and our cleric went to find her . . . and discovered that she'd killed their father because he was . . . not a great dad, in that he was pushing them into adventuring careers and how much he showed love tended to be dependent on how much the child in question was doing what he wanted them to do.

Dea and the non-murderous sister realized that murder sister, while wrong in her actions, had a point and made a plan for how they could bring their dad back while also giving him no choice but to change (or else lose the rest of their family).

The party went to hell and killed Ralak-Shas a second time. He hadn't fully regenerated; pretty much all he could do was monologue. I gave him/the DM a few minutes and then stabbed him with my Holy Avenger.

(Because yes, I have a Holy Avenger. It's cursed, though, and gives me disadvantage on INT rolls. Or, rather, it was cursed . . .)

Ok. So that brings us to tonight. We knew we needed to un-curse my sword. We'd gathered some of the items we thought we'd need in order to lift the curse, and we'd learned about a particular location in the Feywild where we'd be able to find help with lifting it — a place made holy by the followers of some deity. So, we enlisted the aid of a hag shopkeeper friend and set off for the Feywild!

The trip to the Feywild and to the location, Laerius Faul, was surprisingly uneventful. Our rogue did decide to gamble with a satyr, but the satyr was surprisingly easily satisfied. And we did run into some displacer beasts (!!!!! my favorite D&D monster!!!!) and meenlocks, but we dispatched those pretty quickly.

At this point, our hag friend split off from our group, saying she wanted to see if she could find some old friends of hers who might have helped our rogue at one point. She was acting a little strangely, but we were all focused on our objective, so after she refused our offers of company, we parted ways and set off for our individual objectives.

We found Laerius Faul without any more trouble, and my Divine Sense showed that it was indeed a hallowed place. We were welcomed in, and one of the people said he'd set up the necessary meeting and would we wait in the courtyard while he did that?

("Do you know why we're here?" we asked him. "How do you know who we need to meet with?" Oh, if we'd only known!)

So, we waited. And then the door to the building at the other side of the courtyard opens and what looks like an ordinary human woman steps out . . . except, our group's been around deities, and Dea has divine sense anyway, and we can figure out quickly that this is a goddess, not a mortal (not a mortal anymore).

But she was mortal, once. A mortal from the same land as Dea. And on this plane, there can be no doubt as to who she is.

Dea falls to her knees in the presence of Lyf, Goddess of Renewal, the lady she's served all this time but never truly expected to meet.

Lyf tells those kneeling to rise. She knows why we're here. Dea's prayed about it multiple times. But she can also see that Dea is freaked out, and counseling and insight (and therapy) fall under the umbrella of renewal, so she invites us to come in for tea and a chat.

(Dea cannot quite believe that a goddess is serving her tea. But tea is familiar and a ritual from the temple where she trained, so it helps.)

They talk about the recent events. About the choices Dea had to make about her family and the way in which she made them, about Dea's hopes that her father can change and be renewed along with the rest of their family. About the calamities that have befallen the world, what they mean and how Dea feels about them and sees in them.

(Lyf also dropped a bombshell about our sorcerer's dragon deity, about how she and her siblings had been the ones to cause the Relentless to relent and side with humans and humanoids instead of other dragons. That's beside the point, but it will make for some interesting RP in later sessions.)

And then comes time for what we came here for — time to lift the curse on Dea's Holy Avenger. Dea got the weapon from the horde of an ancient aberrant dragon, one of the ancient dragons whom the gods fought before their ascension, who had merged with an aberrant being from the Far Realms. Exposure to the evil and chaotic magics of the aberrant dragon had corrupted the blade, and though it still blazed as hotly against evil as ever, it had a way of clouding the wielder's thoughts.

Lyf took the party back out to a holy pond behind her home and commanded Dea to lower the sword into the water. Then she asked two questions: What will you do with this sword? And why are you on this quest?

And Dea, after a moment, answered her, her words clumsy but her conviction sure. What would she do with the sword? She would end the war and the calamity. She would help our sorcerer make the dragon alliance into what it was meant to be — dragons and humanoids working and living together, not as enemies but as friends. She would try to help the drow change their society, too, change it so perhaps they would no longer be at odds with the surface and so people like the one drow girl she befriended could follow the paths they wished to follow. She would protect, and she would fight evil while seeking to preserve the good that came out of that evil.

And why her? Why not someone else? (Why not one of her siblings?)

Because the Lightbringers didn't need another warrior. They didn't need another adventurer or leader or ruler, not another schemer, not a dealer of vengeance. The world hadn't needed those things. They needed someone who fought to protect, who fought for her family. Who fought to make things better than they were. And they needed someone who had been in a not-great family situation, who saw the problems in that situation (even if she didn't want to acknowledge them as much as she should've, even if she didn't do as much as she should've) and who could sympathize with others in such situations. They needed a protector and a counselor. And so here one was.

With those answers, Lyf was pleased. The curse lifted, and the sword was remade, renamed, so it bore Lyf's symbol and Lyf's blessing and Dea's purpose.

And Dea looked at her goddess and knelt as a knight kneels before her beloved liege. She said then simply, "Thank you. I won't forget."

(She won't.)

~~~

We have one last thing to do in the Feywild before we leave, a mission given by Lyf but also kind of brought on us by ourselves. Remember our hag friend? Turns out she used to be much more powerful, much more deadly, before she left the Feywild and lost half her memories in the process. She's regaining those memories, remembering her power. If she returns to the material plane with all that intact, we'll have a supervillain as bad or worse than the Shadowmaster on the loose.

We're not going to let that happen. If we're lucky and successful, we'll mess with her return just enough that her memories stay in the Feywild where she left them the first time. If not?

Well, dealing with world-threatening magical threats is what we do. And we'll do it again, even if we'll mourn that we have to do it.

But that's a problem for next session . . .

~~~

(My remade sword is so cool, by the way. Obviously it's a storming Holy Avenger, which is awesome in and of itself, but having a literal deity break the curse means it got an upgrade, so now I have advantage on Insight checks and, most exciting, I get to heal any time I use a Divine smite — however much radiant damage I deal, I heal someone in my aura for that much. It's the coolest, and I'm super hyped.)

#d&d story #rise of the shadowmaster #dea norlya #lightbringers #d&d 5e #d&d #taleweaver speaks #the sword's name is now Alinthune fyi #it means 'the remaker' #which is awesome #my dm is the BEST #the only thing matt mercer has on him is the voice acting #I'm not even joking

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supernatural s10e17 inside man (w. andrew dabb)

why are y'all's bedrooms so far apart? say it's downright miraculous what with the time in hell etc, if dean (or sam) aren't regularly having screaming night terrors.

so we're all gonna lie about everything, all right

SAM All right, well . . . It's playing in Wichita, so I might not be back till morning. DEAN Well, I trust you. Make good choices.

what a weird thing to say.

little freckle appreciation with the blood sigils

small cuteness with dean pranking sam's room. except the toothbrush in the armpit :S gross, dean-o

this entire conversation between cas and hannah, i'd turned off captions so i thought he said "anna" and i was so distracted trying remember if anna was dead or not i missed the whole thing lol

laughing semi-hysterically at yet another surface product placement (this is the third at least and i know i point them out but i can't fucking find anything with tumblr search. i knew at least one was with charlie so i had to go find posts on her episodes, to find the post with microsoft and surface, both which returned bupkis in the search I HATE YOU. it's like posts aren't indexed, can't site:search them either -- EDIT I FUCKING FOUND IT because i was looking up this ep for 10x18)

it's silly but it's a little weird pet peeve i have that tv people with short hair never touch it even if it's somewhat reasonable that when you have junk in your hair you don't wanna touch it. i have my hands in my hair constantly (better i mess with my hair than bite off chunks of skin hey hey) so i recall seeing gifs of this moment like hallelujah (but i figured actually it was on a gag reel because when do characters ever do this? NEVER) anyway. all to hustle some pool and look a little disheveled haha

and a wink at the bartender ok

CASTIEL I'll break it down. SAM Dude, dude, dude. Chill. CASTIEL What? I'm helping.

haha that could be his tagline. what? i'm helping 🥺

so dean is bored and wants to start some shit so he's gonna hustle these dudes in the least subtle way possible and maybe if he's lucky he'll get to beat some people up?

always here for the bonus competency (i had to search the wiki for scenes dean was playing pool in a later season so i could figure out what fucking episode tag to put in my blog search [9x17] because searching for "competency" "rack" "racking" etc no. *incoherent rage*)

oh, dean.

BOBBY Hell, I'm already dead. What's the worst that could happen?

shut your mouth, bobby!

pretty shot. i like how the knife is reflecting a little strip of light on his face. and he's all anger ball up top and very carefully cradling her head lol

ROWENA You're a good influence on him. That's why you need to die.

lol okay. not the grudge against the men of letters and wanting to get whatever shit they have stashed away in the bunker. can't remember really at all what that episode was even about that they were together in

BOBBY Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

no escaping the mob or the winchesters

ANGEL RADIO The Bobbys are fighting back. All hands. We need all hands. They're surly. I repeat, the Bobbys are surly.

this is so ridiculous :p what is dean up to with crowley

CASTIEL Dean doesn't know we're doing this. BOBBY Well, that's a page right out of the Winchester playbook, ain't it?

it's funny because it's true

CROWLEY She says I've gone soft. DEAN You have. What? Yeah, maybe it's all the human blood that Sammy pumped into you, you know? Maybe it's, uh . . . I don't know. I don't know. But the old Crowley, he would have come in here with hellhounds and demons, and he would have blown the roof off the joint. Now? You didn't want to fight. You wanted to talk. And maybe I've changed, too. Here I am playing Dr. Phil to the King of Hell. Never saw that coming.

waiting for a hug, relive the good old times. so i'm getting more reunited exes vibes than i ever got of boyfriend vibes from their brief fling during demon!dean times

CROWLEY Because . . . We're family. Blood. DEAN That's not the same thing. A wise man once told me, "family don't end in blood," but it doesn't start there, either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family's there through the good, bad . . . all of it. They got your back . . . even when it hurts. That's family. That sound like your mother?

you know, i am enjoying this weirdly sincere interaction but doesn't really mesh with where they left things off with the blade debacle

stop it, bro.

sticking with the ass-tiel, still got a laugh from me unfortunately

METATRON Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the Mark. I have your Grace. I make the rules. It's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.

he's not live laugh loving getting his grace yoinked and being shot in the leg

:p goofy

BOBBY’S VOICE “Sam . . . So, this is weird, huh? Look, I just wanted to say that Cas told me what you're doing for Dean. And I'm not asking you to stop, but maybe going behind his back ain't the best idea. Your brother, he can be stubborn. But I think he'd understand. And I know it's the life, doing a little bad so you can do a lot of good. But sometimes the bad's real bad and the good, it can come at one hell of a price.

that's putting it lightly. anyway, i'm glad we're getting someone to tell him straight and plain to one of their faces, to stop fucking going behind each other's backs. and giving them the benefit of the doubt that they'll understand if you explain.

I ain't there on the ground, and whatever you do, I know you'll make the right choice. You're a good man, Sam Winchester . . . one of the best. And I'm damn proud of you, son.

takes a little emotion out of it when all i can think is You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x17 #andrew dabb

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fanfic asks! 5, 8, and 14

Ella!!! Thank you for asking 🫂🫂

Putting this under a cut because I am a wordy motherfucker as ever and This Got Long, I'm So Sorry💖

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Oh god. So Many fkldsjaflkdsjfa. I'll stop at twoish here, but pls know that if y'all want more for other fandoms, I can add to this post with more lmaoo, I love sharing these.

-There was one for LOTR that still sticks in my brain years since first having it: Sam suddenly leaving the Shire and wandering aimlessly, but refusing to settle anywhere.

Over the course of it, he would get help/care/concern from wherever he stopped with whoever remained in each location, but he would refuse to stay for more than a few days or accept more than like. Bare bones food/medical care/etc, leading to literally everyone he meets and of course his family and friends still in the Shire to go to Frodo to beg, plead with him.

One last adventure, because their grand adventure to save the world and destroy the ring changed Sam too, even if he never showed it as much. Don't let him go where no one else can follow, and bring him home.

Whether Frodo would or not was the bit that made me shelve the idea, bc I figured a lot of fans would not enjoy the potential avenue I was leaning towards, that he might hesitate only in that he isn't sure he can handle the journey himself.

That, and realising that the way my brain wanted to write it, it might well end with Frodo and Sam realising neither of them can bare to go back, and deciding to wander together until they'd either die or find elves sailing willing to take them to the Undying Lands.

-There's a whole bundle of Saints Row ideas, mostly Gat/Aisha/Boss and all fairly heavy in being AUs where Aisha lives and things go slightly differently for Gat in SR 3 &4 (I'd keep the aliens tho lmao, I want Aisha to get to go to space too dang it!!)

A lot of Gat realising that he keeps nearly losing the people closest to him that give him reason to live (Aisha and the Boss, tho of course the rest of the Saints as well to a slightly lesser extent), but that he doesn't know how to be anything else for them. He's a living weapon many a time, and is genuinely happy that way, but knows that it puts them in danger because he tends to always escalate things, even when later he can admit maybe shooting a motherfucker in the face over a Costco discount was actually not the best way to solve that issue. However, ultimately, The Boss can't seem to live any other way either, and he's accepted that he's at his happiest when he has both of them in his life, so he can't just up and cut with Aisha to a random suburb and leave the Boss behind. And Aisha, despite her contempt for a lot of it, during one of their Big Talks would admit that even if she dislikes what they do, she does enjoy the lifestyle and knows Boss and Gat would be losing their minds trying to adjust to any other life.

On that note, that's also a fic idea I'll probably never write for them lol, where they go straight and move away to somewhere entirely new with Gat and the Boss having to get actual 8-5 jobs (and maybe something remote for Aisha bc I know it would still be risky for her to ever leave the house but. Goddamn let her do something!! Talk to some other ppl!!!) and just. It's not going to last and they know it won't, all three of them, but they're also three of the stubbornest fucking people alive so. When it ends, it'll go up in flames for everyone around them until they're living in a way they find satisfying again.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

Somehow too many and not enough at the same time. That is, I'm having a lot of percolating ideas for new things and ways to continue current drafts for a few different fandoms, but none of it is making it down onto paper (without being deleted two minutes later at least lol.)

That said, a couple draft examples:

-an OFMD S2 fix it gentlebeard POV, Stede specifically, wherein the crew comes to visit and be their first official guests and it's...a lot for them. They both already feel the place isn't fixed up enough and then the crew comes in all jovial and essentially as one big happy polycule w/arms full of loot (actually gifts for Ed & Stede that are indeed looted, but my two lil goofballs gotta have their emotional moments before they get that info and realise that the crew isn't just trying to show off & make them feel shit for staying on land.)

This one is actually done and ends happily w/some actual communication between everyone involved, but it sits unpublished bc I think it might be too saccharine (also every time I dare to write for Ed/Stede I get shouted at even if they claim they liked it so. not exactly eager to court that reaction again even if I have anon off on everything lmao)

-May have already talked abt this in prior days but, a Frenchie/Ed s2 au in which Frenchie convinces Ed to let everyone else go, so long as Frenchie agrees to stay with him as his new first mate (read: his new Izzy bc while Izzy is v alive in this, he's also hidden away until Ed and Frenchie leave the Revenge lol.)

I haven't decided on a final avenue yet for this, but right now have been playing w/: Frenchie & Ed operating as a two man wrecking crew while they gather new crew and a new ship, meanwhile Jim, Archie, Fang, and Izzy are working to find Stede and everyone else to tell them how Frenchie has essentially given himself a suicide mission, and even if they agreed to it so they could initially get away, they sure as fuck aren't going to let him or Ed die as a result of all of this. Cut to them having some silly fumbling reunion (literal list of ideas for this, they're all not great, trust me when I say this bit needs more work yet lol), then following the trail of blood, bodies, and tears to find Frenchie and Ed. Who, during all of this, are actually having some meaningful and approaching healthier conversations abt their traumas and have gotten closer during them. A lot closer. Very close. And it's not an issue of monogamy; they make clear at the start with each other that this might not have any legs outside of their current situation, and they both know that Stede probably won't care, and they've both been fucking Izzy so they know he definitely doesn't care (and has told them as much more than once after noticing them Noticing each other.) Their fear is that it will, and that what they both want isn't compatible (Frenchie knows they can't sail forever, but he'd rather die at sea. Ed, after struggling with it, admits that he's still not entirely sure if land or sea is best for him. But he does feel like he has to choose one over the other.) And what the fuck are they gonna do then? Because if that's the case and it ends what they have on every level, that'll mark yet another failure for them in both of their brains, and they're both entirely too fragile for that to happen, it'll be the crack that shatters Ed and splits the Box of Trauma in Frenchie's brain even wider open. But they do have love for each other, and can't ignore that either.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Oh man. I'm gonna be selfish and give myself two bc I can't decide for sure between them and the first one is entirely too selfish a choice on its own on top of that but

Dancer and/or All For Myself (even tho it isn't finished, I know, I know!!! I always want it badly to be finished. That's still my game plan for this one, I swear!)

Like, Taron probably wants nothing to do with the Kingsman stuff anymore, absolutely valid. But my god seeing Dancer as a full movie or extended series or something would be amazing. It's not everyone's cup of tea for many reasons and I understand why, but I worked so hard on that lil fucker. I'm so proud of it. It's one of the few that I think, if I got the opportunity, I could edit and change up enough to sell as just above direct to dvd level movie script. I can't describe how it felt writing it; it was a particular feeling and magic I have not recaptured since writing this fucking fic lmao (still chasing it tho!)

The second one is just because I like seeing Con and Samba together and they seem to have fun and both enjoy the concept of rizzy so like. If in some universe where incredibly unlikely things actually happen, they came to me and asked for finished script version of AFM, y'all would not see me for ages bc I would lock myself down until I had it done. I'm talking living off of red bull and edibles and whatever snacks I remember to cram in my face-fueled writing, coming out the other end in need of a shower, actual food, sleep, but holding a beautifully shining script. I've done it before, and I would happily do it again for them lol. Plus, it would involve filming locally, and I just think that would be cool to do, to showcase the area. Lots of very cool and pretty filming locations, beach days...idk, I'd be happy to come along for every day of it and just do shit to help out. Pay me if you can/want, but I'm just happy to be there to see the process.

Thank you again for asking, as you can tell I had a good time and it was lovely to get to gush abt all of this for a bit!!!

#text post #ask box things #long post

[supercriminalbean]

Welcome Beanies.

Hello Bitchess!!! 

Masterlist.

Fic request guidelines.

Welcome to my page, this is going to be a weird and strange place. So if you are normal this isn't the place for you but I will still welcome you to this place. This little page is my safe place, no one knows me here and that's the best thing about tumblr. 

You may call me AL, my pronouns are still being figured out, I don't feel comfortable with any so 😂😂 y'all may just use anything also feminine or masculine pet names allowed prefer gender neutral but y'all go wild. Im 21 years old and trying to figure out what the hell Im doing in my life, so all aboard the ride of life. This page is going to be filled with my interests, things I love, some writing that I do and some weird stuff about my personal life and some silly issues that I may have.  So yall welcome to watch me go through my early 20s crisis please enjoy and if anyone wants to start a strange or awesome conversation please feel welcome too. 

Fandoms Im currently obsessed with are Criminals Minds (Take a quick look at my page might figure that out ya self) Also love 9-1-1 and Marvel. Those are my top three fandoms at the moment. I'm sure there's more that I just can not think of right now haha.

I have been completely and utterly obsessed with Criminal Minds for the past year which is so bad, my friends are over my crap so thats why im on here (kinda) Anywayyyy. I love Criminal Minds because all the characters have their own purpose and their own flaws. No one is perfect and that's why I like it. 

I am way too in love with Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi and I blame that on my daddy issues. Like please those men are 40+ years older than me but I would let them hit it without a second thought like damn sir please holy fuck me. Anywayyy I am a whore but not the point. All of the BAU team feels like a family and are my comfort characters depending on my type of mood and it's just..perfect. 

I have a huge writing ideas list on what Fics I want to write for everyone on the main team and some of the other team members in the later seasons. I won’t post a lot at the moment, maybe once every week or so but that's the best I can do with my schedule. With my writing I will mainly write Gender neutral Reader as I don’t think there are enough of them out there. I will write the odd Male and Female reader as well, I'm not the best writer and would love feedback thank you loves.

So ya enjoy the craziness and welcome to my weirdness called life. 

Love yas.

#my life is weird #supercriminalbean #life is a wild ride so jump a board bitch #criminal minds #911 fox #on my knees for aaron hotchner #david rossi is daddy issues red #Alex Blake is my women awakening #Evan Buckely is a golden puppy #bobby nash is father figure #steven roger can rail the fuck outta me #bucky barns can kill me anyday thanks #yeah i need therapy no i wont go i have ice coffee and hair dye instead bitch.

[editrevue]

hiiiii hi hi haiii guys!!! ^_^ I don't rlly know much about these revstar girlies (the anime is on my to watch list! i just have to wait for the stars to align in my brain to. let me watch it 🥲) but i wanted to send in a request so!!!! how bout y'all make something self indulgent!! And to wanna make it interesting..... maybe you can make something for a kin/comf that isn't too popular by. fandom standards? or is just underappreciated in general?? if that makes sense?? okay thats allll have a nice day guys have fun bye byeeeee :33

-Cherry @/sunbedo 🍒💕

CHERRY!!! here's hers and here's mine!! @sunbedo

Hiii hi hi hiiiiiii!! omg don't worry, this was incredibly fun to do and it had us both thinking about the popularity of certain characters and who we'd like to see more content of, so we appreciate you sending this in! also I'm sorry for the wait to post this ask, it got completely lost in the drafts for a while and I wanted to ramble a bit under a cut ajsdakhd oh and let me know if you want to be 🍒anon at any point! ily and thanks again!! have a good night cherry 🥺

I only put this under a read more so I don't ramble too much but omg if you get into revstar let us know!!! it's still raging strong as a special interest and hyperfixation and we'd both love to talk abt it with you!! and please take your time there's never any rush to get into it! might i add that i love the usage of "if the stars align" here because if that ain't the most befitting for this source that you could've said... kjDSHASD <- revstar is very "star" themed, literally and figuratively! but hmm. if I had to kin assign you anybody especially from the anime I'd say probably Futaba and/or Karen!!! It's a little harder to say from Starira but I just KNOW you'd love Frontier and their found family tropes. Aruru? Misora? who knows but I also think you'd enjoy the Siegfeld Juniors a lot, especially Minku and Kuina for some reason. But yeah! the anime only focuses on the Seisho cast so that'd be your first introduction if you started with the anime and basically like the only introduction unless you looked into the mobile game or stage plays! which we can always help you with because we both have the resources. the cast is fairly small (if you don't count side characters and background characters which in of itself is few and far between) totaling about 40ish or so, roughly. so it's both easy and difficult to find "obscure" or underrated characters that don't get attention in the fandom because they're all loved by *someone* but there are characters that aren't as popular by default at the same time (like Frontier, Seiran, some Siegfeld, etc.) so that's why I went with Shiori Yumeoji for a kin, and Sun went with Tsukasa Ebisu for a kin as well! If we went with ccs, I would've chosen Misora or Stella, and I think it's funny because we got a few rqs for them recently since we've done this rq so it really worked out that way! Sun said she probably would have done Shiori as a cc if love didn't chose a kin too which worked out since I ended up doing that for myself. um anywaysss yeah! omg! I hope you enjoy it whenever you have the motivation and do not hesitate to talk to us about it or send in anything else for us to do in the meantime! this was very good for the soul

#✧. ┊ moon intermission #✦. ┊ position zero! #✦. ┊ star performance

[ohhalefire]

Can we hear more about the story of you and your 23 siblings and how you all found each other??

lol so eventually i do plan on making a whole youtube video on this story, and since i don't want people in real life to ever know about this tumblr, i don't wanna go into too much detail in case someone's ever able to like, cross-compare an eventual video i make about this with this post xD but the tl;dr is this:

sperm banks were 100% anonymous, in the old days. There was no way to find your donor, or your half-siblings, or anybody - or so people thought. But then 23AndMe and Ancestry came along and changed all that.

I met a few sisters, at first. And it was weird - we had the same interests! We were all musicians, all high-energy, and so, so obviously related. It was exciting, but there were only a few of us.

Then I got a message from a guy on Facebook, saying basically "ahahaha 23AndMe says we're half-siblings, do you think some error happened somewhere?" and I was like, "I mean, maybe not - I'm a sperm bank baby, so I've found a few half-siblings so far. It wouldn't be too weird for me. Are you a sperm bank baby?"

And he was like, "...not that I know of."

Well, oops.

But he'd seen my profile picture by then. There was no doubt, putting the two of us side by side, who we were. He is 100% what I would look like if I were an all-American football dude. If my profile picture hadn't been up, he told me later, he might not have believed it, but my face sealed the deal.

And lo and behold: he was a loud-AF musician, too. Just like the rest of us.

The story of him talking it out with his own parents is not mine to tell, but suffice it to say he suddenly had a major fire under his ass to find out everything he possibly could about our sperm-bank family. Within a few months, our little group chat ballooned to 20-something, mostly through his hard work of connecting us all. There was a point in time when we would acquire more than a sibling a day! it was truly a strange time.

And yes indeed: we're almost all artistic, and moreover, almost all musicians. The apples really didn't fall too far from the tree, it turns out.

Again, there's so much more I could get into here that I really don't wanna for fear of the rest of the world finding out who I am, because lol my story is pretty unique, and I don't think it'd be too hard to figure out my identity based on it if I went too deep xD and y'all know how terrified we all are on here about being Found Out but suffice it to say that we all adore each other, and I genuinely feel like getting these extra siblings has only brought extra goodness and wonder into my life. I'm lucky - because I've always known I was donor-conceived, I found that this aspect of my life wasn't at all a source of trauma or rejection, but rather just a source of light, love, and joy.

Also, in case someone does still cross-check this post in future: I wrote 26 sibs in the original post - the number 23 is associated with 23AndMe, which I also wrote about, so I'm so sorry, I know it was confusing - but after a re-count we think there may be 29 of us so far xD Looking for than even 30 any day now!

#asks #alordondanse42 #donor-conceived #text post

[pekoeboo]

Character backstory time!

EDIT: unfortunately, most of what I've written here is outdated information by this point in time;; I've changed a lot of things since I wrote this (even though I said I wouldn't change much lol), but I haven't had the chance to write down a new post all of the things I've adjusted or taken out entirely yet, if I ever manage to do so at all, that is.

If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask about it! I'd be more than willing to try and clarify things, if possible!

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with Khalan's birthday coming up (Oct. 29th), I figured I might as well do something kind of Special and share his whole backstory with y'all since I've never explained everything in full :0 he's really the only character so far who has a backstory that's stayed consistent pretty much since his creation, so I feel comfortable sharing it as there's not much that I'm planning on changing about it. this got extremely long tho so it's going under a cut. I hope that's okay.

NOTE: TW for some mentions of parental abuse (psychological and emotional, specifically) and death of family members.

Khalan's story starts off in the secluded desert village of Malja: a shining oasis in the middle of the harsh, arid climate. his parents (Jal and Cleo) ran a farm along the irrigation canals by the water's edge, and the two of them had plans of continuing with that profession for the rest of their lives.

what they didn't plan, however, was a baby - Jal never wanted kids to begin with, so he and his wife were careful not to conceive for that reason. but of course Cleo ended up getting pregnant, which Jal saw as a terrible stroke of bad luck.

pregnancy was kinda rough, things usually didn't go great, but that was mostly due to Cleo's family line being cursed with a tangible bad luck that had stretched on through her family for generations. she knew that Jal didn't want kids, but she tried her best to placate that by telling him that she'd be the one to raise their kid so he didn't have to cut back on his work.

unfortunately, Cleo died not too long after Khalan was born, so the responsibility was placed squarely on Jal's shoulders to raise the kid he never wanted. However, for the first year or so, Khalan was actually given to another family who had just had a child - so that mother could keep him fed until he was old enough to eat solid food. in that time, Jal fell into a terrible state of depression over the loss of his wife, and he never quite learned how to move on from that bad mental state once Khalan was placed into his possession again.

that emotional distress carried over into his treatment of Khalan, to which he ended up being emotionally neglectful and quite harsh over the years. Jal had no frame of reference for what a good father was supposed to be, as his own dad was abusive (and was actually banished from the village because he got caught) and his mother was negligent, so that kind of behavior is all Jal knew how to replicate.

as a result, Khalan grew up in a household where everything he did was scrutinized and he was never "good enough" for Jal no matter how hard he tried. expressing his frustration or discontent over this treatment usually only led to strict punishment (such as being forced to work in the field for much longer than he was physically capable of, or even being denied food), so Khalan eventually learned to rarely speak his mind in order to avoid making his father angry with him.

On the flipside, though, his relationship with his grandfather (Cleo's dad) was wonderful. Although things were tense between his grandfather and Jal (as the latter refused to acknowledge Cleo's existence, and the former was very open about talking about her), Khalan would always sneak away to the library to spend time with his grandfather even when he was supposed to be working at the farm. Jal explicitly told Khalan not to do that because of his own personal issues and grudges, but the loving relationship that Khalan and his grandfather had was enough for the boy to push his boundaries and disobey Jal's orders just so that he could hang out with the librarian.

a lot of Khalan's kind and caring nature comes from this bond. his grandfather was a gentle but humorous man, who loved to tell stories and crack jokes and share details about his daughter's life with Khalan - so he could appreciate who his mother was even though he never really got to know her.

sadly, his grandfather got sick and ultimately passed away when Khalan was around 16, but before he passed, he was the one who brought up the concept of travel and cartography. Cleo always wanted to travel outside of the village, but she willingly put that dream of hers aside once she married Jal. Khalan, on the other hand, became enthralled with the idea of taking up his mother's dream as his own and doing the very thing that she couldn't do.

the only issue? Jal didn't want him going anywhere. though he clearly didn't really show much respect for Khalan as a person, something that he DID hold onto was the fact that Khalan had the strange ability to see things beyond what he knew via his dreams. Jal knew this was useful, and he became reliant on Khalan as a sort of "prophet" to warn him of dangers to their property before they happened.

of course, Khalan's visions didn't always work that way, and he hated sharing his personal dreams with his father (most of which usually revealed the fear he had of his dad), but Jal would force him to relay whatever dreams he had just in case one of them was important and useful.

but overall, that was a big driving factor behind why Jal had Khalan in such a tight hold. he never wanted a child in the first place, but this one happened to have a gift that could be utilized in a way to help Jal. on top of that, Khalan had always worked hard to make things a bit easier on his dad - so he was a source of free labor that was easy for Jal to take advantage of. he saw his son as nothing more than a tool, really.

when Khalan finally became of age to officially choose his own profession (18), he settled on cartography, having put in some practice with art and map-making in secret over the years. because of this choice, however, he also had to make the difficult decision to put his foot down and stand up to his dad in the process - making it clear that he was tired of being treated like an object and simply wanted to be his own person. moving away from home was the only thing Khalan could think to do in order to break himself out of the abusive hold that Jal had over him his entire life, and he was at a point where he was just tired of putting up with it.

this whole conversation didn't go over very well. the two got in a terrible fight over it, but in the end there wasn't much Jal could do to stop Khalan from leaving home. (he did instill a LOT of guilt tho that Khalan holds onto for a long time.)

so Khalan left the village to start charting the world around him. being completely unprepared for the dangers outside of the village, though, he was almost immediately ambushed by a Creeper the moment he stepped outside of the safety of the village walls.

enter Samara! that's when the two initially met, as she was the one to protect Khalan from danger ;o; since then, she stuck by his side in order to keep him safe on his travels, and obviously the two became really close friends.

from that point on tho, things only got worse between Khalan and Jal when he eventually did return home to clean up and finish the maps he started. he didn't exactly have anywhere else to go, so he showed up at the farm once he was finished traveling for a time... but Jal still held a bad grudge and ended up completely disowning Khalan after that encounter.

fortunately, the village cleric/leader ended up taking Khalan in for a time, and helped to get him a place of his own on the outskirts of the village where he could always return to after his travels.

so with that, Khalan now had his own house and was finally settling into the life he wanted, even though the sting of what happened with his father still deeply hurt him. but at least! he was finally his own person and could make his own choices, which was really all he had hoped for.

it was the next time he returned to the village after an expedition that he learned that something terrible had happened to Jal, and that whole zombie encounter took place. by this point, Khalan had only been living on his own for a few years (he was like 20 or 21 when this happened), so because of how recent his moving away was, he feels like his dad's death was a form of divine punishment for being "selfish" and leaving. this event really pushes Khalan into a bad mental state for some time, but with both Samara's comforting presence and the cleric's help, he eventually is able to pull himself out of it and move on.

that's roughly around the time when he meets the others in Drehmal tbh :0 it's not all that long after the zombie incident happened, which is why it's something that he still struggles with every so often in that story.

however, as far as the Jimmy Neutron AU is concerned, that takes place quite some time after all of this; when Khalan is around 28 years old. so he's had time to settle into the life he chose for himself before Jimmy shows up and completely pulls him out of his comfort zone (and changes his life entirely lol).

so yeah. that's about it. I've explained some of this before within his journal entries and some past art (which is where the links throughout this explanation lead to), but I figured it was probably time to actually share more about him with y'all ;o;

kudos to you if you managed to read all of this haha. hopefully you found it interesting even if it's pretty depressing ><;; my boy has had a rough life but he's still doing his best despite that :'0

#minecraft #mineblr #oc #khalan #khalan al shariq #jal al shariq #cleo al shariq #text post #long post #character backstory #primordial smp #mcau #gonna tag both stories because it's kinda relevant to each #i feel like there are a lot of details i'm missing #like the rules and traditions of the village itself and how that shaped khalan's worldview #or some more details about cleo and jal's relationship #but this got so long that i struggled to fit everything in coherently #also i never finalized a design for khalan's grandfather #so thats why i. never posted about him before #even tho he plays an important role in building khalan's character #kdjfg rip #it just be like that i suppose

[ateriblewriter]

sorry again about earlier this week. still not 100% but better. i did find out why friend hasn't been very nice and it still doesn't excuse the behavior.

thank you guys for the love you gave. you guys didn't have to but it was nice. thank you again.

im hoping to post a baby ducky thing tonight. im really proud of it, but considering how the last two pieces went im not confident y'all will like it.

also im almost to 200 followers?!! thank you guys. it means a lot. im thinking of creating a prompt list? would you guys like that idk.

here's an update on a couple of pieces:

PO4 - hopefully this weekend. i believe ive found the right spark for it. because i decided to deviate from the original plan. im also going to be experimenting with part 2. it's the only one that's going to be different. itll hopefully make sense.

baby ducky: ive got some head cannons written that need to be typed. ill work on that tomorrow. (also does anyone even like this? with all the aus out there now im never sure)

family is everything: remember that 2k piece i was writing for that but never posted because i didn't like how it was turning out? well ive figured out how to fix it. ill try working on it tomorrow.

summer date series: ill be experimenting with a currently untitled jack thing and depending on how well that does it will dictate how i do this series

Seven Stages: i might relook at the idea and repost the idea differently. idk. i spent a lot of time on it for it flop like it did was my fault. it may be stupid.