#do Not look too closely at this she is very broken and i simply chose her best angle

[thefinalwitness]

FUCK tummy pain we're doing a shitty 30 minute test on hair porting practice. (conclusion: it's not impossible even for wimpy scared of weights me)

#do Not look too closely at this she is very broken and i simply chose her best angle #but anyway. i Might be able to port this. permhaps. #yoshi talks

[girlrotterr]

Ultraviolence.

farm!ellie x fem!reader TW!: references to alcohol and substance abuse, along with instances of emotional and verbal abuse. Summary: Years after returning from Seattle, you and Ellie chose to adopt a baby, hoping to rebuild your lives after the traumatic events. However, several months later, Ellie began struggling emotionally, haunted by her past, expressing her pain through cold and distant behavior. a/n: AHHH!! soo excited to finally share this!! lmk if you angels would like a pt 2!

*⁀➷read part 2!

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The silence of the house was abruptly broken by a cry that echoed through every corner. It was a sound you recognized instantly, a heart-wrenching feeling that never failed to make your chest tighten. Those cries belonged to your child. 

As you stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing away residues of dinner from the white porcelain plates – the very ones Ellie had lovingly chosen for you – memories flooded your mind. Each sponge stroke brought back moments shared with Ellie, her attention to detail in every aspect of your life together.

The kitchen, once a place of laughter and shared meals, now felt empty. The soft glow of the overhead light cast shadows across the room, emphasizing the solitude that enveloped you. How you longed for Ellie's presence, her warmth filling the space with love and comfort.

Yet, she wasn't physically absent.

She simply wasn't present.

"Go check on him," ellie muttered rudely, not even looking in your direction.

"Already on it," you replied, setting the plate down and drying your hands on a nearby cloth. 

Making your way upstairs, the cries of your child grew louder as you approached his door. Your heart ached as you recognized them all too well. Taking a deep breath, you knocked and opened the door.

Before you could utter a word, he began pouring out his troubles. He knew it was you even before the door opened, aware that you were the only one who came to check on him. His other mom…hadn't done so in a long time.

He was sobbing into his teddy bear, his red and puffy eyes avoiding your gaze.

"Why is my mommy like that?" he asked, tears staining his teddy bear. "Why is she not playing with me? Does she not love me anymore?"

Closing the door gently behind you, you settled on his bed. His voice choked with emotion, he questioned why his mother seemed distant.

"Oh honey, she loves you.” you tried soothing by rubbing his back, “she’s just… been busy, but soon enough, she'll play with you again, okay? I'll talk to her.." you assured, pulling him into your arms.

"Promise?" This time he raised his head to look at you with those wet eyes. You'd been playing the mother role for the past half a year now. How many times had you made that promise to him? 

"Pinky promise," you affirmed, feeling the weight of your words as you made yet another pledge to ease his worries.

"Thank you mama.."  He smiled weakly, clinging to you with a sense of reassurance. 

A voice in the background called your name – Ellie.

Abruptly, the heavy thuds of footsteps echoed up the stairs, her sharp voice vibrating through the silence of the hallway. 

"What are you doing?!" she snapped, her tone laced with irritation as she barged into the room, a cigarette dangling from her fingers.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" Ellie snarked,  her words cutting through the air. Her cold glare pierced through you. "Kid, go somewhere else."

As Ellie's coldness unfolded, you began to bite the inside of your cheek, a surge of anger towards her lack of empathy. The lack of interest she showed towards everyone's feelings aggravated you, you were growing exhausted. 

"Stop it.” you intervened, hoping to convey to Ellie the need for a gentler approach toward the child. As expected, Ellie brushed off your attempt, a complete disregard for how her words affected the child.

"I said fucking go!" Ellie yelled.

Your child, tears swelling, quickly left the room, the echoes of his sniffles fading behind him. Dammit, Ellie...

You shoot her a glare filled with frustration, immediately getting up to exit the room. However, Ellie quickly grabbed your arm, her grip tight and nails digging into your flesh, causing you to wince and forcefully move toward her.

"Where the fuck are you going?" she snarled.

"Argh- Ellie, I'm not.. dealing with you right now-" you remarked..

Ellie tugged your arm harshly, her stare growing more aggravated. The scent of cigarettes lingering, the scent so familiar that you had become numb to it. This was the only time Ellie would even attempt to touch you, always using it to assert her control. In all other instances, you existed as nothing, always unnoticed.

“You don’t get to decide that.” She released your arm, shutting the door firmly and positioning herself in front of it to ensure you couldn't leave. Taking another drag from her cigarette, she exhaled the smoke.

Maintaining your glare, you scoffed and went to open the window, refusing to let the smell of cigarettes fill your child's room. 

"What the fuckk are you doing?" Ellie asked, displaying no intention of stopping you, her annoyance being clear. She didn't bother pretending. 

“What does it fucking look like?” you snapped, not bothering to turn and face her. You hated it when she tried irritating you. 

Instead, your focus drifted toward the view outside the window. The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of warm gold and soft pink, casting a gentle glow. The fields surrounding the farmhouse with lively flowers, their petals swaying in the evening breeze.

The farmhouse itself stood as a sturdy, its walls covered with trailing vines of ivy. In the distance, you could hear the faint sound of cows softly in the fields. 

Ellie remained silent, simply taking another prolonged drag of her cigarette. She didn't spare the time to respond to your snarky remarks.

“..he wanted to play with you today,” you mentioned, leaning your head against the window, fidgeting with the sleeves of your shirt. “He thinks you don’t love him.”

It had become routine for Ellie to try and get any information about what your kid shared. His troubles and worries seemed to be a curiosity for her. You never questioned it, always holding onto the hope that, in some part of her, she still truly cared.

"So?" she replied nonchalantly, walking over to you and flicking her cigarette out the window. "What's one of his little feelings to me? He's too attached anyway. It'd be good for him if I ignored him for a while." 

Ellie's gaze drifted toward the window, her eyes captivated by the familiar view. The  golden glow over the farmstead, a sight she had always cherished. It was one of the main reasons she had chosen this farmhouse for her family to live in. 

You gazed at Ellie, taking in her features. Her heavy bags from the countless sleepless nights on the couch, her once-soft pink lips now only meeting the cold bottles of alcohol she consumed in the dead of night.

“He’s not the only one who feels that way..” You remarked, still staring at her, hoping that her emerald eyes would meet yours.

Ellie's heart sank, a flicker of emotion appearing on her face.

"Shut up," she muttered coldly. She didn't bother turning to look at you; your words had clearly affected her. 

"I don't want to hear you talk. I'll do whatever I want. If I don't feel like playing with him, then I fucking won't."

She stormed off, and the moment of silence shattered. Her heavy footsteps descended the stairs. 

Without a moment's hesitation, you rushed out of your son's room, your only focus being to find him. You swiftly walked down the hallway, your pace quickening. Leaving him alone, particularly when upset, was something you hated. As you walked down the hallway…

There he was. 

In the bathroom, seated on the black and white tiled floor, clutching his teddy bear, with his face buried into his knees and headphones covering his ears.

He didn't want to witness his mothers arguing. He understood that whenever Ellie interrupted your time together, it signaled something bad. 

You observed him from the doorway painfully knowing that he didn't deserve this, enduring the harsh environment that the house had become. It pained your heart to see that he had developed coping mechanisms for these moments.

He glanced up at you, his eyes red from crying.

You gave him a soft smile, walking over and lifting him into your arms, gently wiping away the tears from his face. “I’m sorry honey, mommy needed to tell me something-”

“I know,” he said softly, nuzzling his face into your neck. He already knew all your apologies.

You kissed the top of his head, tenderly stroking his hair and swaying side to side. Your mind raced, searching for ways to lift his spirits and make up for Ellie's behavior.

“Hey, why don’t we-”

"Mama... I’m tired," he interrupted, his gaze staring off as if he was drifting from this moment. It wasn’t just physical fatigue; he was tired of it all, exhausted from feeling this way.

You nodded gently. “Okay, let’s head to bed then…”

You walked over to the sink, sitting him on the nearby stool where you usually did to brush his little teeth. The tap gushed water as you applied toothpaste to his green toothbrush covered in tiny dinosaurs, a choice Ellie had insisted upon a while back. You remember her begs of "pleaseee!!" throughout the shopping trip.

With the toothbrush in hand, you gently brushed his teeth, being careful not to hurt his sensitive gums.

“Okay, now you can spit.”

Ptui!

“All clean, mama!” he exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands together and flashing you his newly cleaned smile.

You leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “Good job, honey!”

He carefully climbed down from the stool, making his way towards your bedroom. Sleeping with you always made him feel safe, and he eagerly headed for the bed, emitting little grunts of tiredness along the way.

Finally settling onto the bed, he lay down next to his teddy bear, giving it a small pat.

“Mama will join you after she’s done cleaning, okay?” you assured him, tucking him into his space-themed blanket. The blanket, a dark blue adorned with various planets and stars, was one of his favorites.

It was a gift from from grandpa Joel, who had been thrilled to learn about your and Ellie's news of starting a family. He couldn't contain his excitement, bombarding Ellie with endless parenting tips and even purchasing books on child development in preparation.

Joel never got to meet him. 

“Okay...” he said softly, turning away as you walked towards the door. You stared at his back, an ache overwhelming your thoughts, and all you could think about was saying, "I’m sorry." Though you knew you weren’t responsible for Ellie's behavior, you felt like you owed it to him.

You and Ellie were eagerly excited on the journey to adopt a child together, ready to try again. Jackson had many kids in need of a loving home. When you adopted your kid, you promised him a life filled with love and joy, but that promise crumbled far too quickly. 

You stepped out of the room and closed the door behind you.

Heading downstairs, you found Ellie sitting on the couch, smoking a joint and watching Breaking Bad, an episode she had already seen twice.

Resuming your routine, you began cleaning up the kitchen. Drying dishes, sweeping the floor, and wiping the countertops. All tasks you were now accustomed to doing alone.

 Ellie gradually stopped helping, a gradual drift. The same snarky excuses: “I’m too fucking tired” or “I have some work to finish up.” Eventually, she left you alone in the silent kitchen, where everything felt still.

“Goodnight,” you said, looking towards Ellie as you headed towards the stairs.

Silence.

Ellie remained motionless on the couch, smoking her joint and staring blankly at the TV. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to detach herself from the world.

You took a deep breath, attempting to control your emotions and suppress the ache that surfaced every time she responded with silence. Placing your foot on the first step, you began to ascend the stairs.

"C'mere,” Ellie said, actually looking at you for once.

Your heart raced at her sudden attention, her piercing gaze catching you off guard. You walked over to her, standing in front of her. Up close, you couldn't ignore the mess she appeared to be. Her eyes were puffy and red, a foolish smirk plastered across her face.

“c’meree..” she said, motioning you to come closer. 

Ellie brought the joint to her lips, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke right into your face, giggling at how it was causing you to cough. 

She started laughing, “you look stupid.”

Irritated, you smacked the joint out of her hand. Causing ellie to jolt at the sudden movement. 

“Be fucking stupid and pick it up,” you snarled, glaring at her, your eyes piercing through her.

Ellie simply looked at you, no words, no movement, her gaze fixated on you. You couldn’t decipher the emotion behind her gaze there were thoughts behind those eyes, but you couldn’t recognize them.

Scoffing, you turned away, no longer wanting to be near her. Heading upstairs, you headed straight for the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tears welled up, but you refused to let them fall. I need to be strong..she can’t..can’t win…

You couldn't help but feel stupid. Stupid for thinking she would offer you even a shred of affection. Her undivided attention, a drop of care.

Turning on the faucet, you splashed water on your face, feeling its cool touch soothe your heated skin. It was as if the water washed away the tension, calming your mind. Each droplet felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders, easing the ache you carried.

Taking a deep sigh, you began your nightly routine, another task you were accustomed to doing alone.

Slowly opening the door to your bedroom, you found your child fast asleep, clutching his teddy bear tightly in his arms and cocooned in his blanket. His gentle breaths filled the room with a sense of tranquility, a small smile gracing his lips as he slept peacefully.

In that moment, he appeared like a peaceful, angelic child, as if he were innocent and free from life's worries.

Closing the door behind you, you approached the bed, gently laying beside him, fingers caressing his soft hair, humming a melody –a melody Ellie used to sing to you back then. Never missing a chance to soothe you with her singing whenever you couldn’t sleep. 

He appeared so innocent, carrying that light within him. The idea of him being exposed to Ellie's behavior filled you with guilt. He was the reason you tolerated Ellie, not demanding for more.

You had an urge to fight for his safety and his right to happiness. All he deserved was love and affection, and ellie failed to provide it.

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you closed your eyes, letting sleep envelop you as you tried to quiet the endless thoughts swirling in your mind.

Thud.

Sometime later in the night, you heard Ellie stumbling her way up the stairs. Her movements were unsteady, the effects of alcohol. It seemed like she hadn't slept at all. The only evidence of her rest was the blanket and pillow on the couch.

You heard the sound of ellie turning the doorknob and entering the room, not bothering to turn on the lights. The room filled with the sound of Ellie rummaging through drawers and opening closets. You had no idea what she was looking for, but she appeared determined to find it.

You tried to catch a glimpse of Ellie in the darkened room. Your eyes adjusted, and you could make out the outline of her figure as she searched. She stood there in a tank top and boxers, her arms revealing prominent veins, and her hair ruffled messily around her face.

“El’s?..” 

Startled, she jumped and stopped her search, clearly taken aback by the sudden sound of your voice. She turned around with a scowl, not bothering to whisper back.

“What?” she snapped, clearly annoyed.

"What're you… doing?" you asked sleepily, being awoken by her rummaging. 

"Nothing," Ellie replied with a heavy sigh "Go back to sleep."

You looked into her eyes, your eyes glistening in the gentle moonlight. 

Ellie was startled for a moment at the sight of the eyes that met her. But snapped herself back into reality.

"Don't… give me that look," she muttered before turning around and going back to rummaging through the drawers.

You gently extended your hand towards Ellie, wanting her to sleep with you. Your fingers moved slowly, reaching out for hers. 

She paused, her shoulders rising and falling as she took a sharp inhale of air. She sighed and then looked at you. She didn't pull away from your touch, her demeanor appearing softer as if she was trying to resist you.

"No," 

You stayed silent at her response, silently hoping for her to change her answer.

"I said No. Go… back to sleep." She tried to say firmly but her tone was softer now.

You turned away from Ellie, silently acknowledging her rejection. Each time your attempts were turned down, the familiar ache grew duller, as if numbed. You wrapped your arm around your child, closing your eyes in an attempt to drift back into sleep.

Your child's peaceful breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of his presence. Though still awake, you could hear Ellie's silent breaths nearby. She lingered by the bed, her presence still even in the darkness. It felt as if she was trying to find a way to be near you without you knowing. 

You resembled an angel in the soft moonlight, your skin radiant. Ellie couldn't help but admire you, considering you the most beautiful sight she had ever seen—as if you were kissed by the moon. 

The night was warm, the gentle wind gentle and comforting. In this moment, you hoped to never wake up. 

Your soft hair laid on the pillow like soft and silky thread. Your gentle breathing was soothing. Your body looked like a painting created by heaven itself. You were its beautiful muse and the moon was the painter showing its admiration.

Ellie couldn't help but gaze at you, her eyes lingering on your lips for a moment longer than usual. She then looked down at your child, peacefully nestled with you For an instant, a longing for love stirred within her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a very long time. It reminded her of the days when you both were deeply in love.

Your body was so peaceful, ellie found herself entranced, her eyes tracing every curve and line. Ellie felt an overwhelming desire to simply…admire you, to preserve your presence. 

Without a second thought, Ellie found herself slowly lying down beside you, her body acting with impulse. The comfort of the bed and the softness of the cotton sheets gave her a warmth that she had long forgotten.

She pressed her body as close as she could get it against yours. Her hands folded under her chin, as if she was too afraid to touch you. 

She found herself lost, aching for a connection she feared to ignite. 

#ellie angst #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #ellie x y/n #farm ellie #ellie fanfiction

[shiggybrainr0t]

shouto todoroki x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: reader has hair that can be tucked behind their ear, reader is bullied, forced self-harm (forced to pinch their cheeks)

a/n: this is my entry for @bloompompom ‘s “to all the fictional boys I’ve loved before” writing collab!!! the rom com I chose was ‘Ella enchanted’ because I instantly knew Shouto would fit perfectly ❤️ thank you for letting me join!! i love this but I also think it is not my best work and kind of cringey 💀 this was also inspired by many kdrama cliches djsjsks

summary: you have a quirk that makes you obey every command you are given. if only there was a prince who could come save you? or better yet, help you save yourself.

You're six years old when you develop your quirk. Your parents had taken you to the doctor, scared that you were quirkless, which in turn made you scared as well. The doctor reassured them that everything seemed fine, and your quirk should develop soon. Who would have thought that being quirkless would have been better.

It happened one day in kindergarten. Your then best friend was mad at you because you didn’t want to play dodgeball, and instead wanted to sit in the sandpit. In the heat of her anger, she screeched at you to “go eat rocks!” only to be shocked whenever you stiffly got up and did just that.

Your teacher was horrified when she was dragged over by your friend to see you, with gravel filling your mouth and tears running down your cheeks. When asked why, all you could simply muster was that you had too. You ended that day with a trip to the ER, multiple cuts inside your mouth, and a broken tooth.

Looking back, your quirk probably had already developed. You were known to be a very obedient child— it just took something extreme to clue everyone in. And it would only go downhill from there.

Your parents didn’t mean to take advantage of your quirk. Normal parental comments like “eat all your vegetables” and “go clean your room” just meant that you couldn’t talk back and had to follow the commands instantly. It became a habit almost to voice their requests as demands instead of suggestions or requests. You couldn’t fault them for it really. Especially not whenever they praised your good behavior in front of others, always so proud of their perfectly behaved child. Eventually, when you stopped talking as much and began secluding yourself more to avoid the feeling of your body and mind being forced to do something, they didn’t really seem to notice.

It was a day in your last year of high school that you met Shouto. You had always noticed him of course. Your general studies class and his hero class had been keeping the same lunch time for your entire high school career. He was princely in his stoicism. Perfect face not marred by his scar, only enhanced. He moved like an elegant dancer— every move calculated and on point. It would be no surprise to anyone that you had started harboring a crush on the fellow student. Who hadn’t had a crush on him would be the better question.

Alone at your table in the corner, you’d admire Shouto and his friends at lunch. They always looked like they were so close— the whole class did to be honest. Deku and the others were the only ones who you ever saw crack that perfect facade. A tiny smile here, a barely wrinkled brow there. It was magical to watch. The prince and his court.

You were glad he had made friends. You couldn’t say the same. Try as you might, you just couldn’t keep your quirk a secret. And once one person knew, it wasn’t long until there were many people taking advantage of it. You had gotten by relatively unscathed so far. You mostly got orders to do others homework and class chores. Many afternoons it was only you left in the classroom working away without choice, trying to finish the class chores before dark.

Your only reprieve came in the home room teacher of said prince: Aizawa. He had learned of your quirk, and it only took him one afternoon seeing you doing the chores alone for him to figure out the bullying. You refused to tattle, knowing that it would only make things worse, but he was able to release you from the power of your classmates’ demands.

You were given a strict suggestion, not an order though this time you don’t think you would have minded, to come find him anytime you needed his help. No adult had ever helped you like this before. All of your parent’s friends fawned over your quirk, and lamented about how they wished their own children had developed the same quirk. They had no idea.

It was an afternoon where the sun was shining brightly. A perfect day for something ugly to happen— especially to someone with luck like yours. There was one girl in your class who always had it out for you. You didn’t know why, you had never even talked to her. Your attempts to remain unseen unfortunately did not work this day, because for some reason the most popular boy in your class had decided he thought you were cute and voiced that to his friends.

Enraged, the girl hissed at you after class in a voice filled with venom, “He won’t think you’re cute if your face is full of bruises. Pinch yourself and don’t stop.” As your body filled with syrupy static and your hand raised to your cheek to grasp it in a hard pinch, you fled to try and find the only man who could make you stop.

By the time you made it to the hero department, your cheeks were sore and tears had filled your eyes. You didn’t even notice the prince you had always admired from the top of your tower pause as you sped by, face marred by a frown at your distraught expression.

The pro hero was obviously unamused by how you refused to tell who had made you pinch yourself. A trip to Recovery Girl however had you right as rain, and you were honestly ready for the day to just be over. The last thing you were expecting was Shouto to be standing outside the nurse’s room waiting for you. His face serious and his large arms crossed over his chest. His uniform fit him perfectly, you noticed, like it was tailored just for him.

“I’ve heard about you.”

Your mouth dropped open without your permission . His voice, deep and smooth, glided over you like water and cooled on your skin.

“You have a quirk that makes you do what people tell you to do.”

You had heard about his blunt nature, but hearing it for the first time in person shocked you. At your timid nod, his brow furrowed, and his eyes gave you a once over quickly.

“You can come get me. If you ever need help.” With this statement he pushed off the wall, and without a goodbye walked away.

You tell yourself that it’s just in Shouto’s nature to help people in need. He is in the hero course, so naturally he would follow you whenever he saw you were distress. Shouto being, well Shouto, makes it very hard to keep this in mind.

After the pinching incident, you seemed to have become a target for your classmates’ anger and frustrations. One classmate failed an English test, and to make themselves feel better they ordered you to jump on one foot until you couldn’t anymore.

Eventually left alone in the hallway, your jumping not being entertaining enough to them anymore, your saving grace came in the form of your prince. You don’t know why he was in the general studies section of the school, but you couldn’t complain— multiple students had walked by you with barely a glance. He walked over to you quickly and put a hand on your waist.

“Stop.” His voice cleared the haze in your mind making you obey, and his cool hand kept you steady as you wobbled, unstable after jumping for so long. Shouto straightened your uniform jacket with nimble fingers before walking away, leaving before you could even say thank you.

The next big incident came in the form of you being told to dump your glass of water over your head in front of everyone in the cafeteria. You quickly ran off afterwards, and your prince followed only a few feet behind.

Staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror, your shoulders dropped. The bathroom door opening suddenly made you whirl around, heart racing whenever you saw the signature two toned hair of Shouto.

You had never seen this much emotion on his face before. He looked angry as he stalked over to you. He grabbed the paper towels you were using to dry yourself, and his hand raised up close to your face. The air around you turned warm. Steam surrounded you as he evaporated the water from your hair and down to your shoulders. You were reminded of how you would sit in front of the heater after playing in the snow as a child, defrosting contently.

“Why don’t you tell the teacher who does this?” His voice was soft, a contrast to his angry demeanor.

You looked up at him, and saw how genuine he was. He cared so much about the wellbeing of a stranger. A prince indeed. You decided to take a big step, and tell him something you’ve never told anyone.

“I-I can’t.”

Your voice was meek, and his face turned stoic as he took in your answer.

“You can’t, as in someone ordered you not to.”

It wasn’t a question but you nodded nonetheless.

“You know there is a loophole for this, yes?” He said it so simply, no judgement in his voice, only the same warmth.

With a sigh, you begin to explain. “Their dad is my dad’s boss, and somehow they figured this out.”

With a hum, Shouto grabbed a strand of your hair between his nimble fingers. He twirled it around before tucking it behind your ear and smiling. It was like looking at the sun.

“I think I can help.”

He held your hand as you both walked back to the cafeteria. It was his fire side, and the warmth radiated up your arm and into your heart. Before you both entered the cafeteria, he spoke.

“I know you can’t verbally tell me who is responsible for this, but whenever I point them out I want you to squeeze my hand. I already have some idea.”

To show him you understood, you gave his hand a shy squeeze. This made him send a small smile your way, and you could feel the breath physically leave your lungs.

Shouto confidently walks you to the right table, leaving a quiet room after him. Everyone seemed shocked to see you both hand in hand, except his friends. Glancing over quickly you could see that Deku and Ochaco had large grins on their faces, while Iida was nodding in what you could only interpret as aggressive approval.

Your classmates stared at the both of you in trepidation as you and Shouto came to a stop in front of their table. Without saying anything, Shouto quickly pointed at the girl who had always had it out for you, and made sure the rest of the class began to feel the same way. Surprised he knew so fast, you squeezed his hand, heart beating furiously.

“I see.” Was all he said, and you watched as the girl’s face turned pale in the glory of his ire.

The next few days seemed to happen in a blur. Shouto had taken you straight to Aizawa to tell him who your tormentor was, as well as the concerns that held you back from using the loophole of your quirk sooner. The next day, the girl and her family met you in Nezu’s office to apologize.

They bowed to you, and the father told you that he was relocating himself and his family to South Korea, so there would be no worry of any retaliation against your father. Your father might even get a promotion. You noticed how pale he seemed as he looked at the tall figure looming behind you, icy hot eyes staring the man down.

Later that day, you stood shyly in front of a stoic Shouto, trying to put into words how grateful you were.

“That wasn’t the first time I had noticed you, you know.” He spoke first.

“What?”

“I’ve um. I’ve always thought you were really pretty.”

Shouto looked away from you suddenly, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. A soft pink highlighted the tips of his ears.

“I’ve always thought you were really handsome as well.”

Shouto’s head snapped back towards you in surprise. Before he speaks, his eyes focused over your shoulder and his expression crumpled. You looked behind you, shocked to see Deku, Ochaco, and Iida peeking out from behind the corner. Deku was exaggerating his expressions and mouthing “ask them out!” They spot you looking and quickly popped back behind the wall.

You laugh brightly, and find your confidence.

“Will you go out with me, Shouto?”

#romcomcollab #mat’s writing #shouto headcanons #shouto angst #shouto x you #mha shouto #shouto x y/n #shouto x reader #bnha shouto #shouto todoroki #mha angst #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #mha shoto #shoto torodoki #shoto x y/n #shoto x you

[battymommastuff]

The Accident (Pt. 2)

Batmom x Batfamily Prompt: At least you did something...

TW: VERY DARK!!!!

Part 1

"She isn't making any progress. We've tried everything from electroshock therapy to simply giving her a journal to write her feelings." 

You could hear your personal therapist talking to your husband...well ex husband by now. Your marriage died the day he put you in this damn place. What place? None other than Arkham Asylum. At first he could live with what you did, he understood what you did. Everyone understood why you did it, but what happened after...he couldn't live with it. 

Bruce watched as his wife shut down. You became a shell of what you once were. The warm, welcoming mother that everyone knew you to be died. Something cold, and sinister was left in her place. The Gotham criminals began to fear you more than Batman himself. Batman held back...he pulled his punches. You...you didn't. You couldn't. This life, the scum of Gotham took your son away from you. How could Bruce just sit there and be okay with it? 

Everything came to a boiling point when he walked into the manor with his newest sidekick, Tim Drake...

"Y/N, this is Tim Drake. He will be assisting us in our...work." Bruce said and rested a hand on the young man's shoulder. Instead of a warm greeting or a smile that one usually got when meeting Y/N Wayne, Tim got a stone cold glare. 

"Jason's grave isn't even covered in grass, and you're already replacing him?" You growled as you stood from your seat on the couch. Tim flinched at your tone, and moved back a bit. He heard such good things about you. This wasn't how he was expecting things to go. 

"Good job Bruce, get another kid...let's see how long he lasts before he's in the grave too." You spat before storming off. That night, you chose to go on patrol alone. While Bruce and Tim were doing their own thing, you were spending your night alone. As you sat perched on a ledge, watching the city that you've grown to hate, all you could think of was Tim. How could Bruce just move on so quickly? You weren't surprised. He spent most of that night scolding you and lecturing you for nearly killing the Joker. Now the bastard was in a coma, and you wished he was dead. 

The sound of a woman screaming knocked you from your thoughts, and you looked down seeing the said woman blocking her young child from an attacker. You don't know what happened at that moment, but something snapped. You weren't going to let another mother's heart be broken, or the child's. No more families were going to be broken because of scum like this. You blacked out again, and this time you came to be pinned to the brick wall by Batman. Robin was hovering over the man you'd just beaten. He pressed two fingers to his neck then looked at Batman. Robin shook his head, and then looked at you. Instead of horror, or remorse...you smirked, "At least I did something." You whispered to your husband. 

Now here you were, wasting away in the cells of Arkham. Eating food that was stale, and cold. It made you miss Alfred's cooking. Several inmates tried to gang up on you, and quickly learned why that was a bad idea. 

"The doctors are beginning to fear her. She's got a rage inside of her that can't be tamed. Whatever set her off...doesn't seem to want to fade away." Your therapist looked over at you, chained to the table that you were forced to sit at. Bruce clenched his jaw as he looked at you. You'd lost weight, and your face was sunken in. You looked half dead. 

"Then we'll find something new. I'm not giving up on her. If you can't help her, then I'll have to find someone who can." Bruce snapped. He knew that keeping you here would kill you in the end. You weren't made for a place like this. He wanted you home with him and Alfred. It was where you belonged. 

Little did he know that the solution to his problem was going to be solved...

It would be several weeks later, close to when visiting hours would end. You were sitting in your cell with your back facing the door when you heard it open. 

"Mom?"

That voice made your entire body go cold. Yes the tone was deeper, and a little gravely, but you knew that voice. The Gotham accent...it couldn't be anyone else. Slowly your head turned, and you nearly fainted when your eyes met the ones staring back at you...

To be continued...

(I know most wanted a pt.2 with Jason's reaction, but I got a little carried away lol. I promise I will make a pt.3 with his reaction!)

#batmom imagines #batfam x reader #bruce wayne x reader #batmom #batman #damian wayne x reader #bruce wayne #red hood #robin #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x batmom #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x batmom #batmom x batfam #dc comics #nightwing #batman x reader #bruce wayne x you #dc x reader #dc batman

[affectionatecorpse]

Alright so I replayed Shadow of the Colossus and I'm being totally normal about Dormin /s sooo I'm gonna say my opinion on the "if they are evil or not" argument.

Now before I get into my interpretation, I just wanna say, I respect everyone's opinion on the matter. That's the point of a story, to read between the lines and come to your own conclusion, to form your own thoughts on it. However you see Dormin as a character is valid. But let's keep things nice and peaceful, yeah?

Right off the bat, I don't believe Dormin is evil. Morally gray, perhaps, but they don't really do anything significantly EVIL. The most evil thing they probably do in game is order the extermination of the Colossi, which yeah, okay, fair enough, is kinda unfair. But people seem to forget that these Colossi ARE Dormin. They are all pieces of them left behind after their downfall. By killing the Colossi, you're simply returning the fragments back to where they came from; the very person who wants them back.

We don't know why Dormin was sealed away, but a common theme in human history is fearing the things that are stronger than us. From what it seems regarding Dormin's powers in life and death, Wander is not the first person to approach them for help playing with mortality. It's very likely Dormin was sealed away because of their power, or perhaps because of a bad side effect that they probably warned about beforehand.

Which brings me onto the fact Wander suffered greatly for what he did. But Dormin DID warn him. They warned him several times in fact. He chose to do it anyway, and Dormin let him make that mistake himself. After all, mistakes are important, they help us learn. But Dormin never disrespects his decision. They're sympathetic to his motivation, whereas most entities might not care about 'just another mortal'. But Dormin very clearly shows empathy towards the predicament Wander is going through, and honours that wish through and through.

In fact, they go above and beyond for Wander's efforts. The deal was to bring Mono back to life when back at full strength. But assuming the theory that the eagle is Dormin is actually true, they also keep a close eye on Wander. They watch over him. It may also be safe to assume that Dormin is the one to bring Wander back every time he collapses, as that magic is in fact theirs, which is not something they were ever obligated to do. They could've just let him find his own way back after waking up, but he's never left out in the open for too long.

Let's not forget, they also took responsibility for Wander getting hurt in the final battle. They claimed to 'borrow' his body in order to fight a fair battle, perhaps to avoid the unfair advantage they had against a group of humans. When Wander got caught up in their resealing, they could've let him die, as they go back to their life of solitude and wait for someone else to free them again. But they don't. They spend whatever power they have left to bring Wander back, something they really didn't have to do. And that's probably why he came back a baby, because they didn't have alot of time (or power) left to heal him fully.

Which is also the case with Agro. Let's be honest here, nothing could survive that fall. Not a human, and definitely not a horse. These things get all their bones broken if you so much as look at them wrong, do we seriously thing Agro just got up and walked away after that drop? Even if there was water at the bottom, that height would destroy her, or at the very least knock her out, which would again mean she drowned. Not to mention how she got back up to the top remarkably fast despite there being no clear path. So with all that in mind, it's highly likely it was actually Dormin who helped Agro. Which again, they wouldn't be obligated to do by any means.

Dormin is by no means a golden character. But I don't think they were evil. There is so, so much to take into consideration, and so many incidents that simply could not be solved without them acting selflessly. They never even blame Wander for being sealed away again, they never get mad about it at all. Any energy that could be spent on frustration, they instead use to keep Wander, Mono and Agro alive in the end.

Though don't get me wrong, I don't think there's any villain in that story. Not Wander, not Dormin, and not Lord Emon. Each person was simply doing what they felt they had to, and unfortunately, this resulted in an unresolved yet hopeful end to the story.

TL;DR: Dormin is an incredible character to read between the lines of, but any interpretation of them is valid nonetheless.

#sorry about the rambling #shadow of the colossus #sotc #dormin #wander #lord emon #team ico

[scarletwritesshit]

🛋️ Dan Heng x March 7th 🛋️ Great Friends, they say

March 7th couldn’t bring herself to take her eyes off of Dan Heng. Everything about his new look, from his horns, tail, long hair, everything was tempting her more than she would’ve like to admit. She had the urge to touch his horns ever so gently, stroke his incredibly long hair, shove her face into his chest, and so on. But, all she could do was sit beside him on the red leather couch and admire him with wide eyes.

"It’s rude to stare," Dan Heng commented.

"Aaaah! I didn’t mean to!" "March said, flustered. "It’s just that you’re so…eye-catching, that’s all!"

Dan Heng shyly looked away, as if he was taking some sort of offense to her words.

"It’s a good thing!" she reassured him. "I swear it is!"

"It brings unnecessary attention upon me. Not to mention, it has proven to be quite inconvenient."

"Inconvenient? As in, do you trip over your tail all the time?"

Dan Heng shot March a rather annoyed look. That gesture alone gave her the answer she needed; he just did not want to confirm it. She laughed a little, and Dan Heng flicked his tail with a sense of annoyance in response, which she could feel brush against her lower leg. It was now that she realized that Dan Heng had his tail lightly curling around March’s back, dangling off the couch close to her leg on the other side. It seemed as if he wanted to pull her in closer with it, but instead chose to force himself into remaining distant.

"Oooh, do you mean how you’re always cold and have to resort to using the heat radiating from the servers to stay warm at night?"

"...Cold blood is a bit of a small issue, but that’s not exactly-"

"Then why didn’t you say so!" March said, perhaps a little too overjoyed at his response. "I could give you some of my spare blankets, a sweater to cover yourself up better around the Express, or I could even-"

"Blankets and sweaters cannot fix what Dan Feng has broken, March."

"Well...that was all Dan Feng’s problem, not yours"

"Tell that to the Luofu. Besides, his sins are mine to bear alone, and so this form has become a curse to me as a result."

"Oh please, that Vidyadhara nonsense doesn’t pertain to the code of the Astral Express crew. As far as I am concerned, the only real problem that you have to deal with is a cold body," she said, grabbing him by the shoulder and toppling him into her lap.

Dan Heng did not move, as he simply remained still in her lap, laying on his side.

"And what do you expect to accomplish by doing this, March?" he asked.

"This," she said, resting her arm on him as she began to gently stroke his long, soft hair.

"Thats...it?" he asked, confused.

"Unless you want me to stroke your horns too.~"

"March, I think you’re doing more than enough for me as it is," he said, trying to sound annoyed.

"Then why haven’t you gotten up and moved yet? You have more than enough strength to send me flying out the window if you hated it that much."

He let out a low growl, as he had no interest in exposing how he truly felt about March 7th’s kind gesture.

"Come on, Dan Heng! Were all friends here, nobody is going to shame you for liking a few pets! Heck, compared to a space warping grandpa and a trashcan lovergirl, that’s one of the more normal things for you to be into!"

Reluctantly, he moved in closer to March and stretched out his legs until they were draped off of the armrest. His tail uncurled from behind her and draped onto the ground, practically begging for the careless to trip over.

"Friends here, huh?" he said, voice now tainted with tiredness.

"Yup! Friends! Great friends, even!" March said, stumbling over her words.

"Mm. I believe you," Dan Heng said, relaxing further as March continued to pet him.

She ran his incredibly long hair through her fingers, surprised at how well kept it was for a man who was very likely far older than she was. A few head scratches behind his horns lead to her gaining the confidence to stroke them, something she often feared to think about asking. They were quite smooth and cool to the touch, as if they were crafted out of glass that she didn’t have to fear accidentally shattering.

And the entire time she was taking care of Dan Heng, he moved not an inch. Her legs were registered immobile, as if a large cat was weighing her down, but she had no reason to move, so it did not bother her one bit. She looked down at him, admiring just how peaceful he had become, but not without a sense of longing in her eyes. She wanted to tell him how she really felt, that there was a little something more to this "friendship" she frequently mentioned.

Perhaps Dan Heng was well aware of this. It’s not like she was doing a great job of suppressing her emotions that happened to slip out anyways. It was likely that at the very least, Dan Heng did not mind this, considering his lack of protesting for being pulled down onto her lap.

March stopped herself from thinking too hard about this. For now, she simply wanted to enjoy a moment of peace between each other, with Dan Heng relaxed on her lap.

He needed it anyways.

March was so distracted by him, that she failed to realize that Welt and Himeko were standing right up from her. They stood there for a few moments, wondering how to get her attention without making things agonizingly awkward.

"Miss March," Welt said, breaking through the silence that weighed heavy in the parlor car.

She froze and her eyes went wide. March did not want to look up, terrified of the sight that she would be met with. But, she knew who she heard, and was only delaying the inevitable by stalling. Slowly, she looked up to see Himeko and Welt standing there.

"Uh...h-how long have you been standing there?" she asked, flustered.

"When you have a moment, I would like you to come with me to discuss more of our journey through your eyes," Welt said, completely ignoring her question.

Now, she had just hoped that Welt and Himeko wouldn’t stick around for too long. Perhaps the less time they spent standing there, the less they would think about her and Dan Heng.

"I’ll be there as soon as I can!" March blurted out.

"Take your time, you two," Himeko said. "I still have yet to finish my cup of coffee."

You two!?

"Second cup of coffee. And she will probably go for thirds as well," Welt added.

March had no words to say, as she just sat still with her face steaming red and mouth agape. Thankfully, Welt and Himeko seemed to have gotten the message and left her and Dan Heng be.

Her heart was racing. If they didn’t know, then they definitely knew now. What could she do about it, in all honesty? If it’s that obvious at this point, why deprive Dan Heng of the attention that he secretly craves just to attempt to hide something that everyone knew already?

She took a deep breath and relaxed herself by continuing to stroke Dan Heng as he peacefully slept on her lap. Looking around, she made sure that nobody was within sight, before she quietly whispered to him, "I love you."

#danmarch #dan heng #march 7th #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #hsr fanfic

[therealtruealiyah]

NOVA - switch

Raine felt as though her world was spinning the opposite direction from what she was used to. There she was with one of the most powerful, most stunning Endless beings in one of the most famous lands in the multiverse. Just a few days ago, she was just a normal lonely, broken girl.

How far she's come.

"So, let me get this straight... you're Lucifer, the Endless Death. This is your brother, Dream's land that you have access to because you stole his key and now we're stealing his sand?"

"Don't go soft on me now, Raine Jackson. Besides, my brother will never miss it. This stuff is infinite. It basically creates itself over and over again non-stop." Nova said continuing to scoop cup after cup of golden sand into her satchel.

"Is this what was in that little pouch?" Raine asked intuitively, looking around for incoming interruptions as instructed by Nova.

"Great observation, nosey bones. Yes, golden sand is what was in that little pouch. I sell it back in your land."

"What do you need human currency for?" Raine asked smart-assedly.

"Oh, Raine. Even though I am an immortal and infinite being, I still need worldly currency to make a living there just like everyone else. And humans pay top dollar for this stuff." Nova shrugged her perfectly broad shoulders as she dusted off her hands, one with the other.

"What does it do?" Raine stepped closer, casting her gaze up into Nova's hypnotizing eyes.

"Oh, my dear. It does anything you want it to. You want a promotion at work? Sprinkle golden sand at the front doors of your place of employment. You want your child to make straight A's? Sprinkle golden sand on their schoolbooks. You want to locate the perfect woman to travel the realms with you? Sprinkle golden sand on the globe." Nova leaned down close to Raine's face, teasing her lips with her own.

"W-wait... what? You... chose me? You found me?O-on purpose?" Raine took a step back, rapidly blinking as she attempted to process what the fuck Nova just said.

"Of course I did." Lucifer flashed a small smile.

"So... when you said you had just moved to Long Beach..."

"You were the one who brought me there."

"But I—"

"Hey! Nobody's supposed to be here!" A man in a black armored suit yelled before he charged in their direction.

"Gotta go." Nova smiled as she secured her satchel across her lovely body. Nova grabbed Raine by the hand and turned their backs to the man running full speed toward them. "Are you ready?"

"Ready." Raine gave her one stiff nod and watched as a door appeared out of nowhere in front of them. Nova turned the top key and then the bottom key and opened the door that led them back into her master bedroom. They stepped through and slammed the door right as the man in the black armored suit reached them.

Whew! That was too close. Raine thought to herself.

"You did very well, my dear. Very well, indeed." Nova flashed a devilish grin at Raine and clapped softly for emphasis.

"Nova... you mentioned being... immortal." Raine hung her head slightly.

"Yes, my love. I am immortal. I cannot die. How does that make you feel?" Nova began to inch closer to Raine.

"Well... devastated, obviously! Why would you ask me to rule at your side, anyway? I'm not like you! I'm-I'm not—"

"Would you like to be?" Nova interrupted with that sexy, low voice of hers again.

"Would I like to be... what?" Raine mumbled, looking up into the eyes of the devil.

"Immortal." Nova whispered.

"R-really? You can make me immortal? How?" Raine sputtered, considering the proposal.

"Golden sand, my dear."

"So, you're telling me the stuff you sell to actual humans can make one live forever?" Raine exclaimed, leading Nova into a hearty laugh.

"Raine Jackson, I'm no fool. If humans could turn themselves immortal using the golden sand, I simply wouldn't sell it to them. There are rules to magic, you know. Humans cannot use the sand to raise the dead nor make themselves or others live forever. Only The Endless can make one immortal by use of the golden sand."

"And you're willing to do this just so I'll be by your side?" Raine swallowed down the lump forming in her throat.

"Am I willing? I long to take you as my queen. I want this." Nova reassured her.

"Why me? I'm just an ordinary woman," said Raine. In an instant, Nova was in her face, stroking her cheek with a soft, gentle touch. A touch so light as if Nova were trying her damndest not to damage Raine's priceless face.

"Oh, my dear. There isn't a single thing that is ordinary about you." Nova whispered, pecking the plump of Raine's bottom lip ever so slowly.

"I'll do it." Raine's voice came out firm and sure.

"You'll do what, exactly?" Nova egged her on.

"Whatever it takes to be with you. I want to go wherever you go." Raine lifted her chin.

"Excellent." Nova grinned, satisfied.

And so the clock now is vanished and the door is opened to a world where everything changes... Everything.

#lucifer morningstar #fanfic #lgbtq #lgbtq community #smut #the sandman #wlw #wlw love #wlw smut #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #principal weems #weems #18+ only #adult only content #adult themes #gwendoline christie #gwen christie #brienne of tarth #eroticastories #sapphic #wlw ns/fw #smutty smut smut #queer #fantasy #fanfiction

[swimmingelectron]

More chlonette/queen bug cz exams are coming and i do not want them to

Part 1

Lb now deals with two of her regular partners flirting with her

Hello, m'lady~

Hey, bug, need me?

Chloe legit did her homework the next day and complained to mari over call ab how hard it was

She realised she couldn't stop being mean to everyone simply out of habit, so she just straight up started being mean about things they shouldn't do.

Sabrina! You need to tell me if you can't do something.

Ugh, Kim, if you don't stop being so loud in class-

You're such a worrywart, marinette, maybe learn to live a little.

Sure, a lot of mistakes were made, but it was that much better being around chloe.

In just a few months, chloe proved adept at staying out of sight of akumatised victims and capable of shattering akumas on her own. Moreover, she was a great fighter, a good hero.

With time, the number of akumas targetting her went down to zero and she was almost a new person.

Then, one day, lb needed her for something different. She needed bee to find out chat's identity and pass him messages in his civillian form.

When chloe found out it was "ADRIKINS!?" she realised she couldn't possibly continue hating chat. But she also couldn't give lb up to him for grabs.

That's exactly what she told him.

Adrien, Chat. You've been my best friend since childhood. I've seen what you go through, with your fa-umm... what you've gone through since your mother's death.

If you ever need to talk about anything, you are always welcome. About anything at all.

Thanks, but i kinda already stop by mari's terrace to talk about my problems as chat. Of course, i haven't revealed my identity to her so maybe there are some things i can come to you about.

Righhhht. Hm- so another thing is, chat, i really like ladybug too. And i won't give her up to you without a fight. And I'll never lose to you!

XDXD Looking forward to it, your highness :)

Then on, queen bee would drop by at the bakery, through the front door, flowers for her buginette.

(I'd like to imagine chat also upped his game when he found out chloe was getting close to mari and brought his princess little trinkets.) (He wasn't aware she was also lb at all.)

With time, mari became fond of the bee buzzing around her everywhere.

Before either of them realised they were calling each other sweet treats and honey tart, bug and bee

Mari couldn't have pointed out when she fell, but at some point, she accidentally told queen bee she loved her as she left for home from the bakery.

Chloe carried that blinding smile all the way through the weekend and into school on monday. Sure, mari was an anxious wreck that whole week. Because what else would you expect out of her? But chloe? Chloe had learnt a new skill in the past year. The ability to stay hidden and melt into bright light. She became the white noise in marinette's life until mari couldn't help but feel comforted by her presence.

They started dating in secret in a few months. As lb and qb, they told chat. He was, well, depressed to say the least. He'd tell mari all about it, and mari couldn't help but feel guilty.

Chloe and mari had comforted him in the bakery more than once in the middle of their dates. Chloe could forgive him. She'd also be broken if mari chose him over her.

Chat never did get over lb, but he got better at putting his mask back on.

Meanwhile, the viewers get to realise something about marinette that is not too obvious in the show. Marinette is not a mary sue. She is stubborn, she needs things to go her way, and she doesn't think any of her partners are capable without instruction. Yes, she is a good leader, but she is a very, very bad standby observer.

Chloe and mari both value their freedom, they both don't like making too many compromises and they both prefer if things move according to their plan. So while chloe is quick to anger, marinette frets. They get into fights. Chloe uses insults as her weapon. Marinette launches into tirades or sasses her back.

The fights aren't frequent. Because both the girls do compromise to quite an extent; out of guilt, love, and empathy. But there are these other more frequent little squabbles between the two about little things.

One wanted a particular flower. The other can't afford a certain cafe. Marinette's morals, chloe's standards. Usually, marinette would bring chloe baked goods and chloe would give in.

All good, right? Well, everything keeps happening according to mari's wishes. Marinette rarely compromises on these. Rose accidentally points it out during a project one day.

It sort of breaks chloe when she realises. When she asks marinette, the girl points out she thinks it's because chloe realises she's wrong.

Chloe barely manages to keep her tears in check as she breaks up with marinette. Does mari still think she is better than chloe? Maybe. She goes straight home and locks herself in. After crying 2 days straight, she finds chat at her window. She can't tell him anything really. But the support is good enough.

When he realises she isn't in a position to answer his questions, he simply gets her into the bath, playfully swatting the water at her with his tail. He gets her a towel after about 30 mins, washes off all her running makeup, and wraps her up in it. Chloe sits, dripping water on her bed while chat rummages for a change of clothes.

He gets her one of her childhood favourites and begs her to change out of wet clothes. It takes chloe another half an hour to make it even with pollen's help. Chat dries her hair off and brushes it into a fancy updo. He recharges and takes chloe to a food joint, and gets take out that they have on the eiffel tower.

(Chloe doesn't speak but chat doesn't actually need her to. Afterall, lb has been out of it too. But he knows something now. Because he comforted marinette through a breakdown, he knows who his lady is, now. He doesn't tell the girls. They don't realise it through their pain either.)

When the girls start talking to each other again, months later, the pain and hurt remains. But they've both grown into better people. Sometimes, they still call each other bee and bug. Old habits do die hard.

#chlonette #the miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #chloe redemption #they're idiots your honor #marinette is not perfect #the fandom keeps forgetting that #chat noir #chat noir is my baby #queen bee #miraculous ladybug #this still sets up for [md-c]lb x [aa]cn #do i want to set up that mari is also infact not straight? #yes.

[marypsue]

So, yesterday I did say that I might post an origfic sample if I got no questions...but I never said that I wouldn't post a sample if I did get questions. Want almost 2100 words of navel-gazey rambling about how a returned King Arthur might be manufactured into a comic-book-style superhero (and how he might feel about all of that), from the perspective of a British government employee, written by a Canadian who's never been there? Yeah you do, here goes.

...

When Agent Jane Carmichael had joined MI5, this was not what she’d expected to be doing.

Of course, it was the domestic Security Service, but still, she’d expected espionage. Intrigue. Complicated geopolitical…something. She’d dared to hold out hope for a slinky red dress and a thigh holster. She’d even anticipated all the paperwork. Well, most of the paperwork. Some of the paperwork, certainly.

She had not expected to find herself sat beside the legendary Arthur, King of the Britons, awakened from centuries of ensorcelled slumber to come to the world’s aid in its hour of greatest need, stuffed into a cramped Mini Cooper with the fabled sword Excalibur in its jewelled and enchanted sheath poking her in the kidneys through the seat as she inched through the solid wall of traffic that was Piccadilly in the morning rush.

Still, Agent Jane Carmichael was nothing if not a professional. She’d taken stranger things in stride, though admittedly not many of them. And there was always a small chance that this would be the mission where she’d require the red dress.

It would help if she had any idea how to make small talk with a mediaeval warlord, though.

“Do you expect to find it’s really Morgan that the Motherboard’s captured?” Jane asked, as she signalled to merge despite the furious honking that rose all around her. Like a whole flock of ducks disturbed from the placid surface of a pond on some rolling estate. Jane let her thoughts turn briefly, wistfully, to the DVD of Emma waiting for her at home for all of about six seconds before taking both a deep breath and the barest sliver of an opportunity to merge. The honking grew in both volume and anger, but they’d made the inside lane.

Jane realised, mid-quiet triumph, that Arthur had been a little too silent for a little too long.

As though he’d read her mind, though, he chose the very moment of realisation to speak. “Who can say? Morgan’s mind weaves patterns that no man may see until they are fully worked.”

Jane took advantage of the fact that traffic had ground to a fuming standstill as they came up on Piccadilly Circus to steal a glance at the man sat beside her. In some ways, Arthur looked nothing like she would’ve expected an ancient legend come to life to look, while in others, she couldn’t believe she’d ever imagined him any other way. The trim the department stylist had given his dark, wavy locks and ruddy beard managed to look both modern and timeless, accentuating the narrow nose, high cheekbones, and proud jaw that Brand had gleefully pronounced looked like they belonged to ‘the lovechild of Chris Evans and Richard Armitage’. It was a regal face, almost haughty, but the brown eyes set under the deep brow were warm and kind, if a little sad.

He was, however, shorter than Jane had expected.

Stockier, too, though Jane had to admit she’d been watching rather a lot of trashy superhero films in preparation for the role she’d found herself thrown into. It wasn’t as though anyone had had a better handbook to offer her. Her immediate superior had used the word ‘unprecedented’ no fewer than seventeen times while briefing Jane, before she’d even been allowed to meet Arthur, before all hell had broken loose.

At any rate. No one had abs like the film superheroes in real life. Not even the closest thing the real world had to an actual, genuine, bona fide superhero. And Arthur did come pretty damn close to being an actual, genuine, bona fide superhero, pardon Jane’s French.

The Motherboard, on the other hand…well, Jane was simply not going to go there. She had extremely mixed feelings about calling what was almost certainly a millionaire CEO’s vanity project a ‘superhero’. She could think of a few things Elin Brand might have done toward saving the world that would have been more useful than building a fancier gun –

Arthur shifted in his seat, and Jane managed not to start. She’d – not forgotten he was there, but let herself be distracted. She should be better than that.

“Seldom have I known Morgan’s mind,” Arthur said, slowly. Jane turned to look at him, but he didn’t meet her eye, looking instead out the window at the mess of traffic as though he were watching a David Attenborough special on the migratory habits of the domestic English office-worker. “They tell me that she spirited me to Avalon, after I was dealt my death-blow. To heal me. To keep me, until the world had need of me again.”

Given that he was there, now, magic scabbard and all, Jane was inclined to believe whoever ‘they’ were. “So it would seem,” she said, laying on the horn when a lorry with a load of chickens under a tarpaulin tried to merge into standstill traffic ahead of her. Jane wondered if they were lost.

Arthur still didn’t look at her. “Do they know that it was only through Morgan’s treachery that such a wound could strike me at all? Do they know that my own sister had turned against me, in those late days, she who had been dear to me as mine own eyes? Do they know that Morgan had as her sole ambition, for I know not truly how long, to bring Camelot and even Britain itself to ruin if it meant it might bring me to my knees?”

“We have a number of myths and novels about it,” Jane offered.

“Do any of them tell why she might do such things?” Arthur demanded, turning to Jane at last, his dark eyes flashing fire, and for a moment Jane realised she could see the family resemblance.

“Not really, no,” she admitted, and Arthur sank back in his seat, as though she’d stuck him with a pin and all his air was leaking out.

“Nothing is simple,” he said, heavily, and Jane felt a twinge of sympathy jab at her heart.

“It must all have been very confusing to wake to -”

Arthur pinned her with a stare, and then flashed a wry smile. “It was none the better for which to fall to slumber.”

When Jane didn’t say anything, not wanting to betray her lack of understanding, Arthur ran a hand through his hair, turning a wistful smile on the glove box. Jane allowed herself to be momentarily distracted by – and envious of – the way those dark waves fell perfectly back to frame his face. Did the man have any bad angles?

“Camelot was…a dream of mine,” Arthur said, and it sounded almost like an elegy. “And like all dreams, it did not survive the waking world intact.”

Jane thought, briefly, of the halls of Parliament, of her badge tucked inside her black suit jacket. “I understand.”

“Do you really,” Arthur said, turning back to look out the window at the city. It didn’t sound like a genuine question.

“I believe I do.” The car in front of Jane pulled forward, but she waited, letting the lorry full of chickens creep in ahead of her. “You set out to do something good, and it all gets…complicated.”

“If by ‘complicated’, you mean it ends knee-deep in blood and shit, your friends lost or turned foe, your own queen a traitor, everything you built in a heap at your feet,” Arthur said, absently. “The men you united tired of peace and slavering for a taste of blood – and not any blood, but your own. All turning upon one another like the wyrms at the root of the tower, bringing down anything and everything built upon them. If that is what you mean by ‘complicated’…”

Jane nodded, once. “Politics.”

Arthur sighed, with a weary but good-humoured half-smile. “Politics.”

He drew a deep breath before turning to face Jane. “If – when we find Morgan. Should she wish – should she have had another change of heart. Should there yet be some chance -”

“You think she might still come back from this,” Jane said, unable to totally keep the note of disbelief out of her voice. “Need I remind you that she did try to kill you. And me. And the Queen, and the rest of London -”

“I know she will not – ‘come back from this’, should she be tried and condemned at once. Should she have not the blessing of your monarch.” Arthur’s stare was a little too knowing. “Should there not be watchful eyes kept upon her, that she may not play some trick or lay some snare without our foreknowledge. And, of course, should she not prove of some use to your…MI5.”

Jane turned, at last, to look Arthur straight in the eye, giving him her full attention. He looked back, steady, his gaze unwavering. Not pleading. Not even challenging. Not exactly. But hopeful. Though that hope seemed tempered.

Some journo hack, early on, had looked at Arthur’s medieval chivalry and early ignorance of modern technology and come to the conclusion that Arthur was…naïve. As perfect and simple and innocent as those of his legends that were suitable for children. The newsmedia had run with that interpretation, subtly encouraged by the Security Service. After all, it so complemented the untarnished, apolitical image they wished to put forward. The legendary king, symbol of so many ideals, could be easily presumed to be a blind idealist himself.

But only, Jane thought, mentally adjusting her assessment, if you didn’t know him.

She met those eyes, dark and sad and wise, and said, “She’s the only one left. That’s it, isn’t it.”

Arthur broke her gaze, turning his face away.

Jane turned her attention back to the road, inching the Mini forward. “You should know,” she said, feeling a curious distance from the words, “MI5 is looking into tracing Merlin, as well. I don’t know that they have any concrete leads, or anything really other than a fancy, but the consensus seems to be that, if you and Morgan could both survive for centuries in what seems to be some sort of alternate dimension, another magic-user might have done the same.”

That wrung, surprisingly, the dregs of a smile out of Arthur. “So they accept, now, that it is magic that Morgan works?”

The government scientists were still calling it by a parade of pseudo-quantum physics jargon, which Jane, who had seen Morgan in action up close and personal, couldn’t take seriously at all. If one could not adjust one’s worldview to include the unbelievable when presented with direct physical evidence of it, how could one call oneself any kind of scientist?

Jane admitted, “They seem to have proceeded on from trying to disprove it to trying to understand it.”

Arthur said it for her. “To be able to counter it. Or replicate it.”

Jane regarded him for a moment. MI5 had been glad to push the ‘superhero’ angle onto Arthur, render him politically toothless. The legendary king, symbol of so many ideals, was less inconvenient, easier to control, as a symbol. Less complicated than actually dealing with the intricacies of having two living monarchs, neither of whom had surrendered the crown. But it was difficult to forget, speaking to him, that Arthur had very much been a politician. The politician.

“Yes,” Jane said. “They think it would be…prudent, to have such a power at our disposal, so long as our enemies also do. No doubt they’d leap at the opportunity to study Morgan and her abilities.” She bit the inside of her cheek, tightening her grip on the wheel for a moment before relaxing it again. “It might even be possible to persuade those who make such decisions that Morgan, if willing, would make a valuable operative.”

Arthur made no reply to that.

“If willing,” he said, ruefully, after what felt like an ice age had come and gone.

“If willing,” Jane agreed.

“You must think me an addled, sentimental old fool.”

“I think,” Jane said, shortly, putting her blinker on to take a right, “that she’s your sister."

"Half-sister."

"Fine. Half-sister. And that the both of you are rather strangers in a strange land.”

“A land that should be home,” Arthur said, and the bitter sorrow in it surprised even Jane. Arthur caught her eye with a sidelong look, a flicker of dark anger crossing his face before he shook his head and gathered his composure. “I beg your pardon. This world has been nothing but welcoming to me.”

Jane opened her mouth, unsure of what she was going to say.

As it turned out, though, she never got the chance to find out.

#le morte d'artificial intelligence #mary writes #my sincerest apologies to anyone actually from england about the...everything. i tried

[darklinaforever]

You know, I hate when people say that the only redemption for Thomas was death because he was an irredeemable monster and slept with his sister… Like, his redemption was very good in the movie, but do people at least realize that he is talking about a man, once a child who experienced countless abuses from his parents, that his only protection was his older sister, who in fact developed domination over him, and probably influenced him when they were younger to be together on an intimate /sexual level, let's not be afraid of words, probably groom, and to extract from him some kind of inviolable oath implying that they should never separate ? That he was clearly on her side as much because he loved her as he was afraid of her ? The girl has had influence and mental dominance over him since childhood… Are people aware that it's not easy to get rid of such influence even as an adult ? (I mean… Lucille literally sings him a lullaby like a child when she sleeps with him from what I remember…) Do I even need to remind you that Thomas never killed on his own, with his own hands ? Even if he let Lucille do it, it all stems from an influence and dominance that dates back to childhood. Please note, I am not saying that as an adult, Thomas did not make his own choices. I'm simply saying that his choices arise generally from Lucille and the influence she has had over him for so many years. Edith is literally the one who broke the infernal cycle and gave him the courage to finally act against his sister. He was not bad-hearted and devoid of morals. Thomas was actually quite pure in his genre despite the situation he was in. He knew what he was doing was wrong and clearly didn't like doing it. He knew his sister was in trouble, but loved her and was too afraid of her to dare act against her. If he was irredeemable, he would not have found peace in death. A character like Thomas could totally have redemption or he lives in another context (or hypothetically if Edith's friend had used his connections so that Thomas would get away with it in the eyes of justice, perhaps ?). I'm tired of hearing that he absolutely deserved to die.

[Thomas has his eyes mostly open, looking at her, and his smile, when he is intimate with Edith during their love scene. During the scene with Lucille, Thomas has his eyes still closed...]

And be careful, I'm not saying that Lucille didn't suffer in her life either. She suffered from the same problems as Thomas, and probably worse from their parents, since she protected her little brother in addition to suffering. But unlike Thomas, Lucille has become a monster, and truly irremediable. That's why his ghost is black at the end and Thomas's isn't. In the end, the promise between the two is broken. They are separated, and Thomas is free from Lucille, in peace.

I also always see tons of people wondering why Thomas chose Edith, because she wasn't like his and Lucille's previous victims, but the answer is pretty obvious...

Thomas never lied to Edith about his feelings for her in the first place. He loved Edith and that's precisely why he chose her. He was simply selfish in wanting a little happiness / sunshine in his shitty / dark life, perhaps even thinking that he would manage to avoid the same fate as the other wives. Lucille was also very reluctant to agree to take Edith.

I love the whole prediction of their relationship in the love speech Thomas gives to her at the beginning of the film. There is a bond between their hearts, and if it breaks, he will die, and she will eventually forget him. To which Edith replies that she won't, she will never forget him. And that's exactly what happens in the film. Their hearts are linked by a bond, it breaks when Edith learns the truth, Thomas dies, but Edith will never forget him and will end up dying, as she predicted at the beginning of the film, a widow.

Also, I'm tired of people saying that Edith was too pure for Thomas, so it's impossible that she really loved him… People really need to stop with the concept of purity, because It's annoying after a while. It's well known that a pure girl falls in love with a dark man. Also, the film is once again a gothic romance! If you can't stand romances who are dark, don't watch a gothic romance !?

“Don’t underestimate the lord of darkness, even the purest heart will join to it.” - Klaus Mikaelson.

#crimson peak #guillermo del toro #thomas sharpe #edith cushing #edith sharpe #lucille sharpe #thomas x edith #edith x thomas #thomas and edith #edith and thomas #Youtube

[zorkaya-moved]

‘you should have a drink, too.’ (belial)

@misreputed

A drink, huh?

Will just a glass be enough? No, not even an ocean will satiate this emptiness and this hollowness. A bottle will be like a drop in that scarlet ocean. Is a drink such a necessary thing? Perhaps, Belial is bored and she is quite sure that Lucilius just kicked him out for interrupting his results. He even told her to not bother him for the next two days, which means that she has a very rare time off. Quit ea strange sensation it is: doing nothing, having no tasks to perform. The idleness grinds her productive mindset, the one their creator made them out to be.

The Primarch of Cunning must be enjoying freedom she isn't allowed to have, and yet, he yearns for Lucilius' attention. Why then he made Belial like this and granted him so much freedom? Why did he give him everything she wanted? This freedom, this rebellion, this indulgence, this seeming fullness. He wastes it on the black hole that is Lucilius' indifference and bitterness. The man with eyes blue and cold as ice will never look at him.

They were all just additional experiments after Lucifer. They are not perfect. They will never be perfect.

However, instead of rejecting his unnecessary offers, Morael glances at the drink in his hand and thinks to herself that - mayhaps - this can be a small enjoyment of freedom from Lucilius' shackles. Her role is obvious only to those who know, the executor and the chain. She is the tool to control other tools. The perfect tool, the Primarch of Control, the Mirror of Lucilius. She hates the one who created her and gave her such disgusting purpose as Lucilius wishes for Bahamut's answers.

Does Belial see the similarities? Is this why he still circles around? Is this why Lucifer wishes to befriend her? She is well-aware that there are primals who wish to befriend her solely because they feel she is lonely, but it's not that. There is simply no need for unwanted company. All of them are just tools serving their own purpose, dancing under this own tunes for the role their creator chose for them.

But only Lucifer and Belial will forever escape the power of Her Word. No, the power of His word. Their Amen.

"Your offer is appreciated," Morael says, but instead of picking up another glass and pouring a drink for herself, there is audacity speaking in her next actions. The Primarch of Control approaches him, her steps seemingly leading to the bottle that stands next to him, but instead of taking another glass, her dainty fingers take his glass for herself. A swift action, but one that still doesn't bring out even an ounce of emotion from her. She is envious of him and his freedom. It's childish how she does this if you are aware of her internal state (no one is, no one aside from Lucilius), but what is his - in this moment just a glass - she'll take for herself. Just one time, she'll rebel. In this foolish and inconsequential way. "Thank you for the drink."

And so, she takes a sip from once-his glass. Eyes of gold do not look at him, not yet, her body language is closed off and she shows that there are still countless walls to be broken to ever figure out what crosses her mind. It does not matter if he already drank from this glass. Actually, if he did, it means she can be a step above to to finish this glass and she took away what was originally his.

But then, a thought crosses her mind. As she finds herself enjoying the taste, eyes of gold look at Belial. She studies him for a bit, as if thinking about what she wants to say.

Is rebellion within Belial what Lucilius cannot accept? The imperfection he doesn't want to admit? His denial of his creation so often is unique. Such obvious favoritism isn't beneficial in all but one scenario: it was intentional. How befitting.

Hm, maybe this can work...

"The taste is exquisite," she admits, holding the glass between her fingers and lifting the glass just a bit above her eyes level to see how the light reflects in the glass and in this liquid. She swirls it around just a bit before returning to look at the personification of cunning. "You have my attention, Belial. What do you wish to gain from this?"

How disgusting, she finds herself thinking. She speaks in the same way Lucilius does. This higher than thou voice, this authority, this cold and analytical way of viewing others. The envy must be his too. The yearning for freedom from shackles must be the same. Is this why Belial is here? Because she is Lucilius' mirror? The perfect copy of his imperfections, his original lore, his inability to be free. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.

Why you - the cunning and the freedom - yearn for the attention of that frigid abyss? He will never look at you how you want. Why do you waste it?

#misreputed #SCREAMS ON TOP OF MY LUNGS #I HAD TO GO THIS FAR OH MY GOD #SHE IS SO ENVIOUS OF BELIAL IM CRYING #i tried to explain it just a bit here to answer the next ask with a bit less explanations ;thinking: #BUT YEAH JUST. THIS. *GESTURES* #❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon.

[ouranbutworse]

Anime-Manga Comparisons, episode 14.

So! Right off the bat, Ukyou and Sakyou don’t buy the newspaper themselves in the manga like they do in the anime, they’re simply talking about the sales, and Ukyou is the one telling Akira to ask the Host Club for help, while Sakyou is arguing against it, saying that if they fail they fail, not only will their club shut down, but they might be expelled too. I guess this is part of Akira’s hatred of Tamaki, that the other two also fear him and the power he has from being the principal’s son. We also don’t see them looking over the Host Club doujins in the manga and comparing their sales, so no reference to Renge still working with them either.

The club performance (I really don’t know what to call anything they do) goes the same in both, except Haruhi gets a little thought spot roasting Honey and questioning if he’s really that cute, and then Tamaki does his STARLIGHT KICK and the window breaks off screen. When they go to the newspaper club the scenes are the same again as Tamaki and Kyo are at the desk, the twins are behind them reading the paper, and Haru, Honey and Mori are kindly sweeping up the broken glass. So sweet, so perfect!

The twins don’t drag Haruhi off in the manga either, in fact she kind of disappears for a second as Mother and the twins put their foot down and say they’re leaving, and Mori and Honey stay behind to comfort Tamaki as he cries, but Haruhi doesn’t say anything until the next scene when they’re back in the club room. He also eats bugle chips instead of playing with a ball sadly like a puppy. The puppydog eyes scene plays out the same except the others don’t disappear between looks, but it’s still Kyoya who gives in first.

Speaking of Kyoya, his scene where he goes to the club solo doesn’t happen in the manga, so he doesn’t drop off the first aid kit or have that talk with Akira about younger and older brothers, which was a good addition to the anime; it foreshadows what we find out later with his relationships between his siblings and father, and shows that, even if he’d never side with Akira anyway, that Akira chose the absolute worst thing to tell the completely wrong person. Also maybe it shows how little Akira actually knows about the hosts, too. His speech is different, but covers the same grounds in both, though he adds that the club was popular before the host club, and the other two say that’s not true and it wasn’t.

In the dub they kept the game as the daruma doll fell over, but in my version of the manga they translated it to red light green light. Very unnoteworthy but I’ve noted it anyway. Tamaki also banters with Kyoya a little more and equates their married couple bickering to them about to divorce. Such a silly man. I can’t believe Akira thinks he’s evil.

In the anime Tamaki kicks a can at Akira’s head (accidentally, he’s definitely not evil, just wholesomely clueless) and the hosts all run off to hide, but in the manga they switch games to colour tag and when Tamaki picks gold the others all crowd round him and grab his hair. (which is blondish brown) While Haruhi thinks about how she doesn’t really know Tamaki’s family at all, and grabs her own belt buckle because there’s some gold on it. Honey is the one who’s It for hide and seek, not Kyoya, and Tamaki grabs Haru’s hand and pulls her off to hide, saying the hide and seek loser will be subjected to Honey’s new trick, which follows his bunny kick and bunny punch, what a scary threat! Tamaki and Haruhi run off in fear to hide, and instead of hiding in the hedge maze under whatever the hell that thing is (a stone pavillion?) instead they find a tiny little hutch, or coop. Tamaki says it used to house animals, and it has wire fencing for windows. Haruhi gets a little too close for comfort and Tamaki panics and they struggle and cuddle for a second until Honey passes them, they both flap their arms at each other and Tamaki calls her an unruly daughter, and then they sit side by side with their knees up to their chests.

In the anime we see TamaHaru run off into the maze and Haruhi wonders about his family, but before their talk we see the newspaper club storm off with Kyoya well aware and about to pull a Kyoya, and then we see TamaHaru get completely lost in the maze. Their talk goes the same in both, except Haruhi questions if Anne-Sophie was bothered by Tamaki playing piano all the time, and we get what I assume is her imagine spot of Tamaki playing a Yanaha keyboard while his poor, sick mother looks so tired. You think I made a typo of the brand name there, but no, I did not. Tamaki also gets flustered at how cute Haruhi is when she smiles. Same.

Back with the newspaper club, Manga Akira admits that his injury was actually fake the whole time, which is interesting! He really is so evil.

Kyoya doesn’t get a really cool pose in the manga like he does in the anime, he just stands at the door with Mori and Honey, and because he didn’t give them the first aid kit, it’s left unclear how he has a floppy disk (sometimes I forget how old this manga really is) full of proof of their plot on it. He never explains it, so I’m going to guess dark magic. A wizard did it.

There’s no continuous theme of the roses in the manga outside of them just being used as props, since yknow, no colour, so we don’t see the characters and their roses symbolising themselves and their closeness to the others, ergo no Kyoya being completely alone, but the talk between him and Haruhi about Tamaki is the same, though the twins are also listening in instead of walking ahead, and when Haruhi asks which school the Suohs run, all three of them tell her that it’s Ouran. Kaoru looks a little disappointed in her and scolds her, telling her she should probably know the name of the Chairman. Boo her, Kaoru. She’s dumb.

Episode 14… get me out of this fucking maze!

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #comparisons series

[zumpietoo]

I Always LOVE It....

when the BB decides to troll, just as I'm musing on a "should or shouldn't I go there?" post.....and, honestly, I was fully about to post the pic I was just sent, on its own....buuuutt....here's what I was mulling over (both content and to push or not to push?)....

Soo....Paris (and recently leaked private, candid pics, too).....now confirmed some already painfully obvious shit:

Cole is just fine

Cari is amazingly fine

Cole's career is just fine

Nobody GAF (or ever did) if Ari is an evvvolll, lowly "catalog model"

PP's career is just fine on its D-list/Hallmark Movie/never gonna approach anything again level (which, hey, she'll make a few $$$---that she'll spend on drugs/her cult----and she'll be fine, but there's no "high powered girlboss" anywhere, ever....and that ship has sailed/she's never bothered to catch it and simply continuing to insist it, doesn't mean dick)

This absolutely refutes every last theory the BB tries to push

It infuriates them on every conceivable last level....

Annndd.....the other part I absolutely LOVE here....one of the myths they recently tried to push (in the endless "I'm rubber/you're glue" arsenal they seem to have) was that Cabana Pee always look so happy, intimate, loving and close----while Cari look distant, are for the cameras, etc....oh and Cole always seemed so much happier with PP....

Nooow....where to start?

We've now seen (again) that ALMOST A YEAR TOGETHER!!! (which is also heelarious, since they're still, as we just saw, insisting Cari are fake/pee arr, THREE+++ years and counting and I shall make a smaller (maybe) side post on the whole A WHOLE YEAR!!! later).....the only time Cabana Pee look remotely "close/intimate" is when there are known cameras present, compliments of the paps having been called....

Otherwise? They look like a pair of verrryyyy awkward 7 year olds, with zerrooooo chemistry. And, LBR, they aren't together terribly often, unless it's for cameras and that's for a pair of attention whores, endlessly desperate for attention....

Cari? We see, all the fucking time, all kinds of sweet intimacies and are verryyy affectionate....now granted, Cole's a physical, affectionate guy, anyway (he'd be the first to say so), buuut.....AND....again, it's been over three years, they've never broken up/are together entirely because they choose to be/their relationship has steadily increased in commitment/they're very much part of one another's families/etc..

Soo....what does this translate to?

Cole's interviewed he's been in love three times, but also detailed (briefly) how verrryyyy different things are with Ari (and had been since moment ONE)....it becomes increasing obvious, she's the only girl he everrrr truly loved...

PP? Proximity created a lot of it....if they weren't on a show that threw them together (and their chemistry turned them into the couple that saved the show) all the time? Would've fizzled out pretty quickly.

Cole likes having sex, was lonely stuck up there and I have zero doubts PP being a neurotic mess was able to really play into all his issues with his mommeee and his tendency to be a bit of a fixer....

I now, do, truly wonder just how many times they broke up and just how often that was about PP's compulsion to fuck around....to the point of Cole routinely having to rearrange his plans, just to go babysit her fucked up ass.....

Similarly, Breetch? Well, first off, BF was all of like 20 years (oh and, yes, I'd give both Breetch and Peepster passes there, too....except they're the ones who turned it all toxic, repeatedly) and, again, she was a needy hot mess, the entire thing was a mistake....and while, yes, he chose to be with her, they were also dumb and it's been made apparent she knew perfectly how to push his buttons (again, a lot like his mommeee....)...

And both are still bitter, purely over something having not worked out...which, seriously? Pretty fuckin' standard.

[cornus27florida]

I am Not Nothing - CPC edition

P.S: Just for doing the 'fun' stuffs from previous CPC QnA list (IK it's too long, even Tumblr hate my draft lmao) - I simply want to put the song lyrics with CPC characters - here I go!

No one never made me feel as small as you did

No one made me feel as cursed

-> All of the Cursed Princess Club members experienced this, and it extended to others too like: Frederick, Gwendolyn, Leelathae/Lilyth, Isolde, the Princels

I'd lie awake in bed just staring at the ceiling

Wondering if things would get worst

I was trapped under your thumb

Believing when you called it love

-> fits Isolde so much, been gaslighting all these time (from the very beginning) by Leland and feeling so alone & trapped

But I will forgive myself and start to let it go

-> this really fits Prez so much, with revealation that she didn't kill anyone and she didn't need to acting strong 100% all the time - she could letting things go and forgive herself about what she did

Accept that who you chose to be was out of my control

-> How Leland the Plaid king turns out to be - no one can saves him anymore - be it his 'best friend' Jackie, his wife Isolde and his sons : Blaine, Lance and Frederick

And though it might be hard to begin again

I'll write myself a brand new story with a happy end

I survived, so tonight I am taking back my life

And I'll show you that I am not nothing

I kept my head above the water 'til the moment

When all the elements aligned

And I could fly away to heal my broken spirit

And leave my demons far behind

-> TBH I feel the 'shattered image' that Gwen said is her demon that need to left far behind so she could heals

You always said that I was weak

But the bravest thing I did was leave

-> It fits with episode 145 "Prison Break" so much, all the time Frederick been called the weak one so he have severe inferiority complex, but when he decides to changes his own story - leaving the Plaid Palace by escaping his prison cell - It's truly a brave action! Show how much our boi develops!!

So I will forgive myself and start to let it go

Accept that who you chose to be was out of my control

And though it might be hard to begin again

I'll write myself a brand new story with a happy end

-> One of the best quote in CPC imho is from Whitney's "You choose the time to heal and change your story", it's indeed so hard to begin, but anyone able and always deserves the chance to change their own story to be happy

I survived, so tonight I am taking back my life

And I'll show you that I am not nothing

Looking up at the sky I think I see the start of a sunrise

And I will forgive myself and start to let it go

Accept that who you chose to be was out of my control

And though it might be hard to begin again

I'll write myself a brand new story with a happy end

I survived, so tonight I am taking back my life

And I'll show you that I am not nothing

I'll show you that I am not nothing

-> When CPC+Frederick+ Gwendolyn finally winning againts the Plaid troop that Leland leads, these lyric sentence fitting so much for them to exclaim (especially to Leland that thinks cursed people has no value) "We'll show the world that we aren't nothing!"

The closing statement: I feel the screenshoots I put not that much fitting and kinda random - forgive me there

#cursed princess club #song #i am not nothing #Youtube

[gerudospiriit]

[I brought this up yesterday, but I've been thinking about that post I saw on it again and want to share my thoughts and headcanons on why Ganondorf chose to have Nabooru brainwashed rather than killed for what essentially amounted to treason.

As you all know by know, I headcanon that Nabooru and Ganondorf were a couple and, for all intents and purposes, engaged. Thus, the two were very much in love, despite the disagreements that arose between them in how best to help their people once knowledge of the Triforce came into the picture: Ganondorf obviously wanted to obtain the Triforce to wish for prosperity for the Gerudo while Nabooru felt the idea was dangerous because, if the thing existed at all, she didn't see they Hylians giving this thing up willingly, and they were already hated beyond their desert borders and one misstep away from another war they couldn't afford. As time wore on and Ganondorf began actively attacking the other races of Hyrule, Nabooru made the choice to stand against Ganondorf and try to stop him before Hyrule decided to blame ALL of this for his crimes. As we know, she is unsuccessful and brainwashed for her crimes.

So, the question then is, why? Wouldn't it have been better (especially considering that Nabooru becomes a sage) to have killed her? Why did Ganondorf make the decision he did, especially since this effectively turned the person he loved and trusted the most into a mindless servant?

I'll start with the practical portion of the complicated answer: it would raise too many red flags. Ganondorf murdering his second in command who, outside of maybe a few public disagreements that weren't related to the Triforce (those conversations were always private) in meetings, he seemed to have positive rapport with would raise too many questions he didn't want to answer for since, in my headcanons, he didn't want to involve to Gerudo in his plans. Even if he kept it secret, Nabooru was too visible of a person in the tribe (which is also why I HC that she didn't just sit in the Iron Knuckle armor in the temple the whole time). Someone would eventually start snooping and find out what happened. Plus, a Gerudo king killing another Gerudo without reason wasn't exactly a good look.

The other portion of the answer is he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. Even if he could convince the Gerudo in a trial that she committed treason, he didn't want her dead. Twinrova probably tried to convince him to just kill her, being no fans of Nabooru's, but he vehemently refused. Thus, they suggest making her a non-problem through brainwashing. Ganondorf wasn't a fan of this either, but by the time he realizes he is not going to naturally change Nabooru's mind, as in, when she gives him her ultimatum, he knows their relationship is over anyway, and he had to think of the bigger picture. Nabooru posed a threat to his plans and, close as he was, he couldn't risk her meddling any longer. Thus, he did not make this decision LIGHTLY and put it off until the last possible second.

Once she was brainwashed, he didn't have much else to do with her besides passing down orders to her as his second in command as he normally would. Outside of not having time with searching for the princess and ruling the new, broken Hyrule, Ganondorf couldn't bear seeing her in such a state. He avoided her at all costs (meaning, no, he wasn't gross and took advantage of this in any gross ways; he grew up around all women and, in short, he knows consent is sexy and she can't consent in that state even if he had interest in that sort of thing still with anyone, let alone her). In a way, he knew this fate was worse than death for her, but that understanding wasn't enough for him to kill her and make it look like an accident or something. Plus, she was useful this way for helping to search for the princess and putting down rebellions he did not care to deal with himself (under the guise of important missions for the Gerudo to keep people from knowing what she was REALLY up to, of course).

So tl;dr: Ganondorf had Twinrova brainwash Nabooru because it was more practical and would keep the Gerudo from asking too many questions and because he just couldn't do it anyway.]

#[ ☀ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ;; ⁱ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᶠⁱʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˡˡʸ ˢᵒ ⁱ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ] #i know this is more ganondorf centric #but i had THOUGHTS #and wanted to talk about why even tho he loved her #he still had her brainwashed

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Ah yes, What Else Can I Do, or, how they translated it into Polish… To Want Means To Can 🙂

A quick word of explanation, “to want is to can/be able” is a common Polish expression, to which the closest English equivalent would be “where there's a will there's a way”.

No, the translation doesn’t make any sense, let’s get it over with.

+ I have to say I like the line “it’s incredibly beautiful despite so many flaws” over “It's not symmetrical or perfect”

* And here the pain begins

- Because I just- I know why the translators chose these lyrics, they fit the melody, rhythm and movements, sure, and there really isn’t a way to translate “what else can I do” to fit all those standards and yet… I can’t say it’s a good translations, because it’s simply not! It changes the meaning of the whole song and frankly doesn’t make any sense! Because Isabela didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to change, at least not consciously and the whole point is that it came out by accident and now she’s exploring her powers and there was no “want” involved! I can only comfort myself by the thought that it hurt the translators just as much as it hurts me

- I… They just gave up now, didn’t they?

- Come on this isn’t in any way close to the original T_T

= I like the line “Go sis don’t worry (about anything)!” It doesn’t make sense in this context though

+ I like “People let me live” it’s a good line :>

- No plant metaphors for us 😔

+ “Let’s hear a completely new call of completely new days” sounds even more epic than “I wanna feel the shiver of something new”

- Yeah all the lines around it are bad tho

* I mean “Cause if not us then who? Who could rival us?” is a really cool line and “sound-wise” it flows very nicely… I just don’t know how they got that from “Careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do”…

- WHY

- WHY DID THEY GAVE MIRABEL “Oh well, don’t say anything, it looks like this is how it was supposed to be, a gift like that is a test from the fate” OVER “You just seem like your life's been a dream Since the moment you opened your eyes” I HATE IT HOW

+ Isa sings straight up “Maybe it’s already too late” so nice I guess

+ Okay but I can’t be completely broken, because right after that mistake they give us this masterpiece “All I know is that you no longer want to be a dream You’d want to rise much higher (Will I manage to rise?) Over sun and the stars fly!” [original: “All I know are the blossoms you grow But it's awesome to see how you rise (How far can I rise?) Through the roof, to the skies, let's go!”] which is pure poetry I love it

* Would’ve been even better if they’d mentioned the dream part in the previous verse like they should’ve but I guess I wont complain

+ I… Did they translate the song from the back to the beginning? Because here the lines “You’re capable of more if you start appreciating what life gives you (Go sis don’t worry!)” fit perfectly and I guess they wanted to keep the paraphrase that happens in the original, but this line just didn’t work when they used it the first time

+ “Let your imagination run free Throw them on their knees” is cooler than “Show 'em what you can do Show 'em what you can do”

Phew, okay so to some it up, Polish What Else Can I do, or rather To Want Means to Can is a pretty good song… as long as you don’t know the original lyrics. And ignore the whole context. And half of the song. Okay so maybe it’s not that good ejiowfewjowe I don’t know, there are a few moments I like but… that’s it. The rest is just. Bad. And I’m very sorry to the translators because I know you guys are fantastic I mean, the whole rest of the movie is amazingly translated, so I guess they had to trip somewhere…

#my post #encanto #what else can i do #isabela madrigal #languages #dubbing #polish dubbing #translations #encanto song #translation analysis #blue's bafflegabs #and now only all of you left #at least well finish on a positive note #and a quick question since i have a few ideas for next dubbing analysis #are there actually any english speaking people interested in those? #cause if theres just one such person actually reading those i might just write them in polish #definitely would be easier #so thats why im asking is anyone even reading these posts?