#for some reason its a little diff for me if its like a child you lost and idk why

[anxiously-sidequesting]

To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that ✨💅🏾💃🕺 Single Life™. You are a middle-aged man. Cope

#this post is lighthearted btw JELAJWODJTU i aint actually mad #but like...... malistaire as a villain is kinda mid though im sorry. IM SORRY ill take the L opinion if i have to #its one thing if he lost his wife to unfair systematic negligence or thru someone else's doings or smth but. no she just got sick bro 😐 #HWMSNFLEKSDIDOA EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I WILL GIVW A BAD OPINION AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM. i cant be right ALL the time /j #like if i dont focus on malistaire's motives and just his ACTIONS he seems super metal #but then he does ALLLLL of that heinous shit because his wife died. like thats absolutely very sad but damn get a grip #(fandom starts breaking in my windows and drags me out into the street) IM SORRY IM SORRY LOOK ITS JUST NOT MY CUP OF TEA #ive never been invested in those Mr. Freeze types of villains where a person they love dies due to normal circumstances- #and they go fucking BERSERK. they LOSE IT. they go like “well okay fuck the entire world i guess nothing matters” and then kill people #LIKE IF IT'S DONE IN A CERTAIN WAY I CAN BE INVESTED but more often than not to me? its just kind of funny #like “okay damn there was only ONE person keeping you from being a national criminal? okay” #and you know what? thats a mood actually. thats a mood #without my cat i probanly would have become the president by now #for some reason its a little diff for me if its like a child you lost and idk why #like if malistaire lost a kid instead of his wife id probably be more inclined to feel bad and thats terribly fucked up JSLSJSJSJ #you know what its also bias because in some shape or form i relate to all the other villains. morganthe and duncan especially #whereas in malitsaire's case i have never been married. which i mean doesnt stop me from tryna be more synpathetic i guess but im just not #ONCE AGAIN FEEL VERY BAD FOR HIM AND SULVIA. like losing someone to sickness or any reason really is a serious thing #but in terms of a fictional setting with fictional characters where one of them decides to commit genocide over it? 🧍 like okay boo u do u #i will gladly give up my mantle for the “most reasonable opinions” guy in the fandom foe this one. i deserve it #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #text posts #malistaire drake

[tacochippy]

Aight since you sent me some of the questions I'm sending you some!

1 and/or 2, 7, 10 and/or 11, 14, and 15

Feel free to pick and choose which ones you wanna answer if you don't wanna answer all of them ^^

What is/was your favorite subject in school and why?

I really lo ed math !! it was nice qhen i understoos the moethod and reasoning, because then i can just sit and do tbe same rhing over and over again. Oh, doing percentages? ik how to calculate that and why it is that way. Stats? oh yeah theres diff things for specifci reasons and you figure it out tjis way. FUXKING ALGEBRA AUAHGHGG. THERES THINGS YOU FILL IN ITA THE SAME FORMULA EACH TIME JUST SOUBLE CHECK AND YOURE GOOD <33

What's a subject you feel knowledgeable about (including fandom stuff!)? What're your favorite things/facts in that subject?

I feel pretty knowlegable about abuse and childcare/certain child psuch things! not very much, but ig uts the thing i could ramble the most abt aside from lego monkie kid and a few toehr fandoms i cant quiiiiteee rembemebr. My fzv fun fact is that threats of physical abuse can and mostly do have the same mental effects as if the person had followed through (ie/ getting told by your dad that hes gonna hit you, after enough time/consistently enough, you will react as though he had hit you all those times)

Do you have any projects going on right now? What's it about? What's your favorite thing about it?

I dont have any projects going on right now, but i just finished one so ill tell you about that !! This is my dnd character, Bramble Elodia! She was created by a man named Foth Eir Oak Elodia. He has a dream of creating a city full of just robots and mschinery and living artifical people, such as bramble who is based off of porcelain bjd's!! :3 my fav tbing abt her is her cute, friendly nature despite her tall (she is 7'2) stature and sense of looming. I also ADORE her camera apeture eye, she has a camera in her head. Funf act abt her !! she has water based mechanisms inside her, like little mills and such, so she always sounds like flowing water :}

What are some (movies/shows/books/video games/songs/other media) you'd recommend and why?

Movies - Tangled !! Its fun and lighthearted with some pretty epic emotional beats. very relateable.

Mirror Mirror (2012) !! IT IS A SUPER FUN SPIN ON SNOW WHITES STORY. REALLY GOOD EMOTIONAL BEATS. PHENOMENAL COSTUMING AND AET DESIGN. VERY FUN AND HAS ASILLY ANTICS AND THE MAIN CHARACTER (SNOW WHITE) GETS REVENGE IN A SUPER COOL WAY AND ITA NOTBPRESENTED AS WRONG THAT SHE WANTED REVENGE. GOOD COLOUR SYMBOLISM. SUPER FUN MAGIC SYSTEM. ITS GOOD ITS REALLY GOOD JUST TRUST ME PLEASE WATCH IT

Shows - LEGO MONKIE KID !! INSANE ATORYLINE, HAS FUN GOOFY GUYS, REALLY GOOD FEELINGS. VERYBFUN AND SUCH A COOL ART STYLE !!

Books - Percy Jackson. Need i say more?

Video Games - Deep Rock Galactic !! Go into the mines and kill aome bugs! Good customisation, none of the classes are useless, good for accesibility settings. Has subtitles. Rock and Stone !! Cute robots too (bosco and molly and bet-c and dottie etc) Good and fun lore. Angry Man Is Funny (mission cobtrol). If you get it i can play with you !! :D

Songs - Two of Many by The Happy Fits! very cute song <33. Cotards Solution by Will Wood and the Tapeworms! SO COOL !

Other Media - Satorun Devouring His Son by Goya! its a good painting.

What hobbies do you have? What's your favorite part? Your least favorite part?

I mostly do digital art, i write too, and kandi art as well! For digital art, my fav is definitely the colours and special effects i can do. I have the whole rainbow whene i need it, i can easily change and wdit the pallette, its so fun and good. Least favourite is comijg up with what to draw akdbfjbgf

For writing, id say my favourite part is using nice words and portraying things drawings cant express (at my skill level i mean) and how you can change the readers feelings with just a few simple word choices- its nice to cut through to your reader like that. Feels like im making a connection. Least favourite part is keeping the words in my head and the words in my word doc the same or similar. Im bad at keeping the words in my brain when i think up cool things to say, so i tend to get the vauge thoguht down but not what i wsnted

For kandi art, i LOVE how pretty it is! giving it away as gifts is fun too. The beads slot together so well, creating paths for the string js fun and so satisfying. Least favourite is when i ACCIDENTALLY DROP THE STRING AND THREE HOURS IF WORK GOES DOWN THE DRAIN T-T. its a little finnecky sometimes too, and i got big clumsy sausage fingers jsjfjgjf

Silliest thing you've ever done?

okag okay. no judging ne over this even though i was like 14 and passed the age i should have done stuff lsike. uh. thatm this. i suppose.

So. Im 14. im about to make a hot chocolate. the water has boiled.

I decide i want filtered water instead. I decide, in a moment if beautiful clarity, that the shirt ive been wearing for like three weeks straight without breaks (deppression) would make a good filter.

I put my shirt over the mug. i am standing on my tippy toes to reach the counter. there is cat hair on my shirt and it is deeply stained. I have not yet realised that my shirt will then be wet with BOILING HOT WATER ON MY STOMACH. nobody is home. i am safe in the ignorance and ignorance of all rules and laws.

The mug is halfway full.

I need to take a break from being on my tippy toes. i stand down on flat feet.

the mug tips.

i now have boiling water all over my stomach.

my wet and warm shirt is now on my now burnt stomach.

i go upstairs and douse myself with coldish water in the shower.

sopping wet and in pain. i cry

i do not come clean about this for a whole year and a half. i say i just spilled it on my stomach normally.

end scene

What was your dream job(s) as a kid? Why did you wanna do it? Is it still your dream job?

My first two dream jobs were fahsionista/fashipn designer and an author! I wanted to be a fahsion designer cause i lovelove clothes and being able to express myself really well. As for author? I just like dwriting, and telling kinda fucked up stories (at my age and reading and writing elvel i mean). Mostly wrote about lesbians. Didnt know what a lesbian was.

Id always loved story telling, i just thoguth and still think its really cool. When i was about 4, i think dad said, i would tell HIM bedtime stories ibstead of him telling me any. This more than once lead to me telling stories such as the one where a big monster went to this town and atr my entire family (i went into as much grotesque detail as my brain could muster) and sawed off peoples limbs to use as utensils like chopsticks and then ate those too and bit off peoples heads to trhow them at my other family members. the big momster had fun doing this. much fun. then at the edn i reveleaed that the monster was ME the wjole time and yeah dad said it was scary for me to do stuff like that.

Also do you KNOW how concerned my teacher was when 4th grade me wrote a story about two girls locked in this guys basment in tiny little capsules and they had to escape with the other girls that qere there? and how they had to kill the giy that trapped them ans the emotional aftermath of taking a human life, but knowing it was them or you and they saved all these women too? so concerned. dad said i wrote like if stephen king loved pink glitter and fairies that ate people. and was also 9 years old.

sorry these werent answered in roder i jsut copy apsted all of the questions so i wouldnt forgor skfbgngjgj

#if yku want a breif and or in depth plotline synopsis thing for the movies i can do that for you btw amie #im. uh. not very proud of that burning myself story #injury mention #tacos askbox #amie !! 💜💜💜💜💜

[sanchoyo]

arc v 22 - 30 thoughts!!! whew these eps. set up stuff is important. also, good masumi yuzu moments.

-my god. yuya literally accidentally taking yuzus polymerization card from her and making it his thing when she practiced so hard with it. FUCKing apt metaphor for how I feel she should be the protag and shes being robbed of her role (im sorry I genuinely have nothing against yuya but shes so much more interesting to me! she feels like a classic protag!) im glad he gave it back at least…I was afraid she'd refuse it for some reason…

-I do love yuyas random ITS SHOWTIME english. tmm moment. (theres a lot of random english mixed into this series actually and it always makes me like :D!!! lol I understand!!! hehe)

-uhhh the tall fortune teller lady trying to look at yuyas fate fr and the glass ball SHATTERING AND BREAKING IN HALF IS PROBABLY BAD, THOUGH.

-24 gave some veeeery interesting implications. yuto tells yuzu fusion is the 'enemy' and weve SEEN a synchro (guy on motorcycle, so I assume synchro at least) fighting yuto too!! so. oh my god it is all the dimensions vs xyz. WHAT DID XYZ DO. THATS MY FAV CMON!!! -also very um. interesting in the implications of gx and 5ds being on different timelines I think since the implication is theyre pulling from diff dimensions all at once, right? (possibly diff timelines on top of that, since im p sure even tho I havent seen him, that ive heard arc v kaito is Kind of a Different Kaito from Zexal Kaito. whatever that may mean. canon/timeline divergence???? im SO confused LMAO I thought 5ds was a straight shootoff from gx/dm! I know zexal makes things a bit fucky since I think it implied 5ds didnt Happen, but?? before that I assumed it was a straight line...am I wrong tho...(dont actually answer I wanna figure it out on my own..)

-masumi!!!! being a BOSS at dueling and her two lil dudes being SUCH hypemen for her. we love itttt

-idk if theyre setting shun up as a bad guy or whatever or deeply traumatized. but everytime he xyz summons im like yessss king slay (but not my girl masumi!!!) 16400 attack monster!!!!! with an epic fire bird!!! im obsessed w his aesthetics if nothing else. kinda epic hes putting ppl in cards actually to draw reiji out and wants to take him hostage. i think i side with him bc hes at least cool about it. if youre gonna be morally questionable your vibes better fuck severely, and his do.

-yuzu kinda having a hotgirl summer moment by falling in love with an emo version of her bff LOL get it girl!!!

-oh shit LMAO REIJI STRAIGHT UP SAYING 'no my dad doesnt give a shit about me, taking me hostage would not work' with a straight face!!! DUDE U OK. this IS ygo so daddy issues come standard with every character but CHRIST. and shun being like 'wtf do u mean' HE SAID IT OUTRIGHT DUDE. DONT BE DENSE.

-shun getting told by reiji 'i have ONE condition' then WALKING AWAY BEFORE TELLING HIM and shun being like HEY?? dude this guy has been assaulting ppl/trapping them in cards and ur just?? walking away??? reiji has massive balls and is so funny (I know its more intended to be a cliffhanger, but its ygo. the solution is gonna be to do a series of duels, of course)

-junior, jr youth, youth in the tournament, so being like, little kids (I assume like 5-12ish?) then middle schoolers 13-15? then the youth class beng teenagers up to 18? thats my assumption bc 'pros' seems to indicate adults, and pros arent in the tournament. reiji specifies this is a tournament to find 'spears to fight' for him. WHY are you using CHILDREN instead of pros dude??? christ with your resources theres no NEED for that right???

-but hes fighting his dad and claims to be on the same side as shun, which. surprised me ngl. reiji team xyz!!!! win for the gays everywhere!!! and he has daddy issues!!!!!!!!!!! king.

-honestly, it raises the question of who the 'good' guys are in this battle? reijis up to use child soldiers and to work with a guy who is willing to trap ppl in cards. yet yuto made a point to say its bc they lost friends and want to protect ppl. we dont know what the other side is fighting for. it FEELS like both sides are willing to do Whatever Morally Grey things they need to, which is SUPER interesting. I mean, we havent SEEN the other side at length yet! except sora, who it was on SIGHT for when he saw yuto! so I'm willing to bet hes got the same 'whatever it takes' attitude…I want to know WHYYYY theyre fighting!!!)

-theres a duel school where idols go to learn to duel??? THATS SO CUTE. mikiyo naname ilu i know ur gonna show up ONE time but cute design

-no one told yuya hed be doing the lil pre-tournament speech!! yes he might want to be an entertainer but my god anyone would be anxious with like zero prep or warning! tf nico

-one of the announcers says juniors solid vision ar stuff is 'very soft like a sponge' why the hell is all of it not like that?? its fine for anyone over like 13 to get injured dueling ig! lmao!

-omg masumi being like 'tf are u talking abt shun has always been on our team' GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS MOMENT LMAOO (or some level of brainwashing, who knows, it IS yugioh)

-its refreshing to see some good parents in ygo who are involved for once, lol, all the kids parents there to watch them duel and cheer them on is sweet!

-layra is like. Deeply Traumatized and just seeing the councilwomen sends them into a PANIC I need to run into traffic to protect them (the subs call them a boy but?? quick google says girl so for NOW I'm being neutral w pronouns until further confirmation from the show ig) they were up there with reiji earlier too! tf are u making a traumatized child duel for dude! losing favor points with me very quickly reiji. putting ppl into cards is nbd but traumatizing kids? no. gotta draw the line somewhere man

-ayu's deck is aquarium themed!!! my god thats SO cute all the kids have rly cute themes. but she forgot she cant attack on turn one…girlie thats the basics…(everyone was cheering her on for the mistakes and encouraging her which is sweet tho)

-then its extra sad when ayu loses and still has ppl comforting her and being sweet and layra having NO ONE ???? EXCEPT REIJI WHO JUST OFFERS (1) HEADPAT. also 'niisama' yeah I expected as much, ygo rival Standard. give ur sib a HUG or something. (maybe theyre touch adverse, I dont know. they do seem. Deeply Traumatized sjfkjnkh)

-lmaooo sora and yuzus friendship Continues to grow on me. his pic of her in his contacts is her smacking yuya with her fan! and she calls him to be like 'YOU BETTER COME ROOT FOR ME OR ELSE' i love how she combats his very wishy washy noncommittal attitude…he says its bc hes her teacher but cmon u guys are friends, prob more than anyone shes soras friend fr by now right?

-YESSS YUZU MASUMI DUEL theyre both doing great I LOVE their dynamic in my mind THIS is what a ygo protag and rival should feel like (sorry to reiji, but he just doesnt feel rival-y enough yet to me!! cannot even explain it) the gay instinct to have a rival. the whole 'im better than you' attitude, the fiery competitiveness…wanting to prove them wrong, the thinking abt them so much u can predict their moves..its SO spicy. then the giving of the red rose card after getting saved by yuzu…masumi? are u perhaps. fellow gay?

-despite all of my efforts sora is growing on me. hes SUCH a brat and is honest about it (and doesnt rly do the whole fake cutesty thing as much as Id expected he would) I think hes actually been as honest as he can, maybe? like I assume theres a good reason he hasnt told the others hes..involved in some kind of?? inter-dimensional battle?? situation??? Im not entirely sure I think hes gonna be a full out traitor or anything, but the others will prob be upset when they find out he's been withholding info…but I 100% think hes some kind of child soldier who BELIEVES his side is right, just like im sure shun feels real justified sealing ppl into cards! (and unlike shun we havent SEEN sora DO anything bad yet. I just kinda think he HAS based on his deck being so creepycute and him not being straightforward, but again, him continuously asking if he was even allowed to be teachign yuzu stuff makes me think hes taking orders from..someone...) him so mad shun didnt stick around to see yuzu's duel was so funny. I dont WANT him and yuzu's silly lil friendship to end! im attached now! even tho I KNOWWW hes sus! :(

-in the crowd you can see ppl wearing cute duel monster accessories, like one girl had a dark magician girl headband/visor thing! very cute, wish we saw more things like that. in pokemon anime they do that a lot and its always such a delight…I want more duel monster cosplay moments! or references in charas outfits!

-ok yuya being the damsel during gongenzakas duel while yuzu is the one yelling, telling gon not to worry is……furthering my idea that yuzu is main chara and yuya is in the position of side character of different gender than main character (who is often a damsel or person to worry over the most). hes the anzu/kotori of the show. to me. JKJSDH (also, gongenzaka, is perfectly nice and fine but its so hard for me to care deeply about him aaaahg even with the episodes centered around him…hes so straightforward and steady, tho. good for him.)

-….the guy who gongenzaka's dueling should be disqualified. he had his goons try and jump yuya! god why isnt he automatically disqualified! doesnt the broadcast pick up audio?? he like, admits to it!

-....is shingo supposed to be yuya's rival actually, instead of reiji? ...he doesnt feel like a rival either though!!! or if he is it feels one-sided!!! yuzu was more ready to fight him than yuya was!!! jkahjkf anyway that duel is up next episode which I wont start tonight...but I'm excited to see more shingo. bc I think despite his best attempts at being a threat hes super silly actually...

#arc v #sanchoyorambles #im SURE these are probably unpopular opinions when it comes to the yuzu yuya stuff btw jksdfhk and thats ok #maybe my opinion will change! 30 eps into a ygo series is still pretty early into it! #i think this series has around 150? #so yeah not even halfway in! #btw should i have like a liveblogging tag...for arc v specifically?? #so it doesnt get lost in my general arc v tag... #hmm... #how about #sanchoyo liveblogs arc v #there we go :)

[thatfantasylovingdork]

Hi! I saw your post and I don't know if this might help any, because I know that everyone is running with the idea that Rumble is dead given absence, and that the joke Bumblebee made feels like it relates to that, which would be understandably upsetting! I just wanted to offer a diff perspective: I think what BB was trying to joke about was that Soundwave was so sleepy he basically forgot to open the door of his chest for the cassette to come out and the 'exploded' part is likely that the cassette transformed but instead of ejecting smoothly, they got squashed and then forced out and it was embarrassing. I think the horror/confusion going on is because human zombies dont do that and Bee realized too late 'oh cassetticons are not a universal experience'. Transformers certainly can be dark but I don't think child death would be something to cross into like that. IDK I hope that helps a little? The joke is a bit weird with the missing Rumble so I get it, but I'm thinking its way too early in the series to have the details of a lot of things so we gotta wait. Hope this doesn't come off rude btw, but it would be a shame to think something you like would do something so horrible so flippantly so maybe this might assuage that fear? Add some context?

Tbh I wouldn’t be all that surprised if they really were talking about a dead child. Idk where you live but in America, people are afraid to talk to their kids about stuff like periods and sexualities that aren’t straight but they are ok with massive loads of violence. So I was assuming that this was just another example of Americans being ok with violence but not basic body talk or sexuality. This country is pretty messed up so that makes it even easier to assume that the joke meant child death or something and parents were just totally okay with it.

I also saw someone refer to Earthspark!Bumblebee as a dick and I assumed that meant the creators had turned Bee into an edgy jerk for some reason. That also upset me a lot because Bee’s gentle nature is what makes him so endearing to me (and lots of other fans), so to believe he joked about a dead child was extra shocking to me. I’m thinking maybe they called him a dick as a joke/term of affection because people sometimes do that on here, and I may have misinterpreted the comment because 1) misinterpreting comments on the internet is easy and 2) I’m not that great at reading social cues even in an offline environment. So it could’ve just been a perfect storm of misunderstanding that led me to a false belief. Heck, I legit cried into my pillow over this. That was awful. So I hope it’s as you said and not what I feared.

I do hope it’s not the case and if it is that people speak up about it. I’m not saying we should censor stuff; I’m just saying that I personally feel that jokes about child death are not appropriate for the show’s audience and just in bad taste in general.

Maybe Paramount+ will come forward about this and either clarify or apologize. I hope so, because I think it could be easy for younger or more sensitive kids to be confused or upset as well and I’m sure Paramount+ does not want complaints or to lose viewership.

#transformers earthspark #earthspark #tw child death #tw violence #ask #answer #transformers #maccadam #maccadams

[burnedbyshoto]

caught

— You’re caught in a web after flying a little bit too recklessly and along comes your one and only savior who requests a little help from you too as the price of freeing you.

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pairing: naga!kirishima eijirou x fem fairy!reader

warnings: fairy!reader, naga!kirishima, smut, 18+, coercion, dubcon, hypnotism, oviposition, double penetration, begging, heat/rut, size diff

word count: 4,004

a/n: BAHAHA I wrote this in like 3 hours because I decided to instead watch some soul eater last night & I like it so far! ah, well, ive never actually read naga fics before, or oviposition,,, so fair warning, enjoy! also, read the damn warnings.

kinktober day 7 main kink: size difference

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The world was a magical one. 

The planet was crawling with mythological creatures steaming from the smallest of pixies to the largest Kraken. The world was full of mystery, wonder, and adventure. Fire breathing dragons and cursed powerful swords were hidden away from the few humans and elves to discover. As in any civilization, there were those who got along and those who didn’t.

Some species of creatures got along with everyone, there were others that were feared beyond reason, and a few that were loved for moments and feared for others. 

You were a fairy.

And you were tiny.

Standing no more than three apples high, you had iridescent wings that curled and shone in the glimmering light whenever you so much as moved. You were a good fairy, you always have been. You were often found assisting with a multitude of mythical creatures and humans on quests and as companions. Despite your small stature, you were fast, zipping, and gliding faster than most could ever dare to catch up with.

You loved your wings, loved flying, loved having the wind whistling through your ears while you dove between branches and branches, laughing while your pixie friends failed to keep up with you. Your mother had always fluttered her wings in annoyance and partial anger when you were younger and would often outspeed her, leaving her screaming your name while she desperately tried to keep up.

What could you say? You were a daring fairy, an adventurous one at that too.

But she always warned you, even back then, of the dangers of being a small, tiny, pretty fairy who flew at speeds much faster than you should be capable of.

The wind whipped against your face, stinging at your nose, chapping your lips, and whooshing through your ears as you grew faster and faster. The traces of magic falling from your wings creating a beautiful, sparkling trail behind you as you whooped out in excitement and thrill. 

“Slow down, y/n!” your friends screamed from what sounded like many trees behind you, and like the daring showoff you were, you cork spiraled around a set of hanging branches with a loud laugh.

But as you straightened out, ready to move onward, you realized that something, thick, heavy, and sticky had caught onto the tip of your wing, and you catapulted backward. 

A spider’s web.

Even in a world of fantasy and mystery, spiders existed to catch flying pests, and to some, you were just that.

Panic consumed you, white fire coursing through every magical vein in your body as you thrashed and shook in the webs. Your hands grabbed onto the sticky strands around your wings, a desperate attempt to free yourself only to find yourself even more tightly wound up in the damp, near-transparent threads. 

A pathetic whimper left your mouth, your head dropping to your chest as silent, hot tears streamed down your cheeks. Your wings fluttered weakly, looking nothing too far from the insects and flies you were so used to seeing caught up in these webs. You strained your ears, trying to listen to the few pixies you had been flying and playing with, but even with your immense speed advantageous over them, you knew that they should be near.

But nothing.

You sat there on the web for minutes that seemed to bleed into hours, silently waiting for your friends to come and save you… but it seemed for naught.

…

…

…

“Help…”

“Help…”

“Please help…”

You had been trapped for hours.

Each passing second both dooming you to a life as spider food for the Arachne that had still yet to return home. Or maybe possibly a snack for any large creature that may pass, or an undeserving elf or human plucking you free and demanding to use their powers on a quest you would never approve of. That, or maybe you’d die of hunger.

There was no stopping the growl in your stomach or the parched dryness of your throat for your desperate, pathetic cry of help.

But it seemed that when your friends not-your-friends anymore said this part of the forest was for the most part void of all pixie and fairy eating creatures, it seemed that it was just void of all creatures. Pouting, you felt another rush of frustrating tears well up in your eyes, your cheeks huffing and face steaming as soft chimes of bells erupted from you while you seemingly threw a temper tantrum, not one-second closer from freedom.

Your breathing turned sharper, heavier, and overall shallow. In a flash of fury, you thrummed your wings as fast as you could, trying your best to fly out of this entrapment. To your slight excitement, you managed to loosen the webs around your wings for just a moment, your smile bursting oh so prematurely onto your face before it all went wrong again. As if the web was alive as well, it seemed to suddenly stiffen and drag you back into its sticky confines only for you to be even more trapped onto the mass web.

Like a broken dam, the tears streaming down your face were stinging, plentiful, and unable to stop.

You mourned the end of your life like this, so pathetic, so absolutely stupid way to go: caught on a spiderweb.

“Now, now, little one, why are you crying?” came a voice so soft yet incredibly loud voice, and you stiffened straight despite having a potential savior. 

You couldn’t see them, and with how the web was wrapped around you, you couldn’t even dare to turn your head around to stare at them. You couldn’t look at him, sure, but you knew just through the tenor and low thunder of his voice that your potential savior or wolf in sheep’s clothing was undoubtedly a robust, powerful mythological creature. 

Despite the way his voice seemed to whisper in your ears, you heard the familiar noise of someone moving through the grounds of the forest. The fallen dead leaves that scattered on the floor crackling with his movement. You trembled although you didn’t make a noise, not even a small bell chime of your wings. 

“Are you in need of assistance, little one?” he continued to ponder as if blind to the was you oh so very not discreetly clammed up at the sudden sound of his voice. “If you so require it, I would be more than willing to assist you in your freedom. It pains me to see such a beautiful, full of potential little fairy go to waste.”

The tongue in your mouth felt pathetically dry, your chest rising and collapsing at incredible speeds for someone of your composition of size.

“Oh, are you fearful of me, little one?” he seemed to laugh, finding your fear to be humorous, comical, really. “Most individuals at least wait until they peer into my eyes to find themselves unwilling to move or speak.”

The web shook with the vibrations of his voice. And you whined at the back of your throat as that small fact merely confirmed the size of the male creature standing behind you. You found yourself fearful of that playful tone on his voice, but you also knew that as a tiny fairy, you were quite foolish in fear when found in predicaments such as this one. You had to trust the creature behind you should you wish to escape.

“W-Would you mind freeing me?” you asked, making an attempt to sound powerful and in control despite the tremor on your lower lip and the way your voice was near childish in comparison to his own. How you actually thought fairies sounded on the same pitch as to many creatures before was beyond you, for at the moment, you deemed yourself to be no greater than a child speaking to an old man. “I was trapped while racing, and well, these frisky spiderwebs are quite the worst at capturing things that don’t deserve to be captured.”

Oh? Is that so?” his voice chuckled. His body, without a doubt, moments from yours if the way the gentle breath of his laugh brushed against your neck had anything to say about it. “I’ve always been told that they’re especially good at capturing pests.”

You flustered. 

“Yet here we are!” you pathetically countered, your wings fluttering in your distress. “If you wouldn’t mind freeing me, I would greatly appreciate it!”

“But, of course,” he spoke with great pride, and you shuddered when warm, large finger seemed to easily scoop you out from the webs. Your wings fluttered when the tight restraints of the traps were done, but not entirely freed from your beautiful wings. “Relax your wings, little one, I know you’re antsy to move, but there are still a great number of leftover webs on those wings of yours. Relax, I promise you no harm as I take these webs off.”

You shivered as his warm, strong fingers worked the plenty of sticky strands of webs off of you as if they were nothing but flyaway thread used for clothing. Speaking of clothing, you peered down at the daisy and red dandelion seed dress you wore, your eyes wide with the hope that it hadn’t been ruined. You loved this outfit. But as you peered down at your cotton shoes, you froze when you finally took in the hand you were resting upon. 

It was huge.

Without a doubt, his palm was the size of your entire body, the fingers long and thick with intimidating claws that demanded a bit of concern.

“There, all done,” he hummed, and you shook your wings, looking at the thing iridescent wings that made you a fairy, and you felt him turn his hand around where you rested. Your eyes, already wide with the looming dread in your stomach, seemed to become saucers the size of the moon when you came face to face with a naga.

Nagas, half-snake half-human, were a few creatures in this world that were both loved and hated by others — your kind included.

His scales were black, glinting red under the setting copper sun, and he was absolutely massive. You had seen nagas only a handful of times, three to be honest, but each other those times, you knew that they were hardly more massive than humans. But this male naga before you was enormous as he was solid. Rippling muscles on every exposed part of his human body and his snake bottom were large, thick, full of rippling coiling muscles that could probably strangle anyone who attempted to fight him. He had full, spikey red hair, scars on his arms, and one splitting his eyebrow. His red, slitted eyes seemed vast, cunning, and terrifying while he lifted you up to eye level. And his smile, oh his smile. Jagged, sharp teeth with lips pulled into a cunning, just a bit too sweet smile.

Naga, for the most part, were peaceful creatures. They were strong fighters, fierce protectors, all due to the fact that they were just so much larger than their co-inhabititors of the world, but they were peaceful. They slithered about most of the year, helping those who came and went, but there were moments in the year where they were of concern.

During the late spring, early summer, they were hit with their heats and ruts. Powerful naga soon filled with the lusting, overwhelming desire to shove their fertile eggs into anything that would hold them. Nagas, who mated with nagas, were known to have wrestled as their mating dance, almost wiping out many towns in their horny, hot desires, and you froze suddenly feeling the thick waves of heat coming off the naga before you.

“W-Well, thank you!” you stammered, your body bowing lowly for the naga before you whose splitting smile was becoming stamped in your brain. “I appreciate you freeing me, but I must go now. Supper is waiting for me!”

“What’s your name, little one?” the naga instead asked, his clawed finger caressing your cheek so softly, so accurately, you nearly thought he was set on taking off your head. “I would like to know the name of the beautiful fairy I saved today.”

There was power in knowing names in this world, fairy names especially, so you couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach on account to this, or the way fear stimulated every cell in your body. 

“I-I can’t um, I can’t tell you,” you whimpered when his thick, large finger hooked underneath your chin to raise your head.

“Ah, it’s okay, little one, I promise I won’t do you wrong,” he promised, the lure in his voice — an advantage that nagas held in their times of heat. His voice was a warm blanket, smoothly pulling your eyes closed, making your wings flutter in your lulling excitement. “You can trust me.”

“Trust… you?” you spoke, mimicking his words, feeling like you were swimming in a warm, gooey honey trap. You bit down on your lower lip, heat rushing to your face as you stared upon his still cunning, sly grin as he traced his massive finger down from your wet, pouty lower lip to your hip. “I don’t… I can’t stay for longer?”

“Is that a question on your tone, little one?” he asked, his forked tongue flicking through his pointed teeth. “Can’t you stay? I have a favor to ask of you.”

A heavy, pitchy moan broke through your mouth as the tip of his claw dragged from your navel to your suddenly blistering core. Were you always this wet? How did you get so wet?

“But I…” you struggled to think, your eyes shut tightly, face twisting as you tried to figure out where you were needed right now. “I need to go… somewhere?”

“Somewhere?” he asked, voice light, buttery smooth. “I thought you were coming with me?”

“I… was?”

“Yes, little one, look at me,” he kissed the air, and you found your eyes pressing open, your jaw dropping when his piercing red eyes hypnotizing you. “Open those pretty little legs for me, I want to see if you’re fit enough to be my dam, my mate.”

Why that sent bubbling gasps from your tongue and sent your legs apart was beyond you, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. He had called you his mate… his dam.

His finger shoved between your legs, gently rubbing the massive finger that was probably nearly your height between your legs, catching onto your clit, sending resonating, shaking mewls from your throat. You collapsed forward, hips rutting back against his finger, your tiny fingers holding onto his knuckles, your eyes fluttering in this euphoria.

It felt so good.

So good, so good, “please more!”

You sobbed at the feeling of his finger coming up to allow more friction between you and your throbbing cunt, the bone of his knuckle-dragging so deliciously, so roughly against your throbbing clit that you started to feel weak in your knees.

“Call me Kirishima,” he growled, his finger flipping underneath you so that the pad of his finger could now press onto your clit, gathering your dripping slick as he does so. “Kirishima Eijirou.”

“Ei,” you spluttered, eyes barely open to watch the way his slitted pupils were dilated with his lust, the smell he was emitting without a doubt one of an alpha male plunging further within his rut. “This feels so good, please give meeeEE ahhh, oh god, give me more!”

Kirishima growled out a peal of chilling laughter, one that had your wings fluttering in their heavy, lucid attempt to fly and kiss the man that could swallow your entire body as if you were nothing more than a potato chip to him. You keened, one of your hands shakily removing themselves from his finger, stretching out to him.

“Kiss me, please kiss me,” you beg, your heaving breathes almost in synch with your wildly bucking hips.

“You want a kiss?” he hummed, bringing your tiny body close enough to tease you, but not near enough for you to plant a desperate, small kiss to his smooth, curling large lips. “Promise me two things.”

“Anything,” you promised, watching as his forked tongue flashed between his teeth, his eyes flashing with his shaking control on the situation. Your cheeks scorched at the sight of him wanting you just as badly as you wanted him. The dam in you jittering at the knowledge that he was a good mate, a good person by holding back, trying to keep his control before giving in. But you wanted him as deep as you were. You wanted to feel his finger intruding your clenching, spasming walls, to try and take on his undoubtedly huge cock.

You wanted to try it.

You wanted him.

“Anything you want, I will give you!” you shriek with promise, your clit feeling numb from the overstimulation and lack of release as you could not reach it without penetration. 

“Your name,” Kirishima growled, his lips dangerously close. “And promise to carry my — our children.”

“I promise, I promise, I promise!” you frantically claim, knowing you would do it all just for his lips against yours, and finally, he was close enough, his bottom lip nearly the size of your entire face as you kissed him again and again.

His lips were pursed, allowing your frantic kisses to have lain all over his awaiting soft lips. You shuddered at the electric sensation coursing through you with every second, and your wings fluttered in your excitement, bringing you up into the air, lifting you off his palm.

“Your name?” he commanded, the hand you abandoned running a taloned finger down the spine of your back, pleasantly, orgasmically feeling as he reached the spot between your sensitive wings. You loved the feeling and keened against his mouth. 

“Y/l/n y/n!”

“And you will have my children?”

“Yes!”

A possessive, all encompassing cross between a growl and a hiss slipped through his lips, and you looked down with your lust dipped eyes to see the two, twisted cocks he was rutting into his free hand. You cried at the fact that it wasn’t your cunt the sharp, near hook looking tip of his cock wasn’t ramming into. 

“Where do you think you’re going, little one?” Kirishima snarked, his eyes bright and humorous as he caught you by your wings. You moaned loudly at the lusting pull of your wings that you could feel pulsing into your core. “You’re not ready for my cock or eggs just yet.”

“But I wanna…” you cry, fingers stretching out toward the two writhing cocks that seemed to call your name. “I wanna try!”

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, his hand that was not occupied with his massive cocks releasing your wings and gently stroking your face. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you can try in a bit. I just don’t want my little one splitting in half before she’s been made useful!”

Your pouting and mouthwatering person turned to face Kirishima again, whose once red eyes were completely black in his rutting lust. 

“Split in half?” you echoed, a slight pain pinching your pussy, the thought of being split in two for those cocks not quite as horrendous as it should be. “Will I be?”

“Not if you stretch yourself out first,” Kirishima corrected, entirely missing your slight hope to be torn in half by his cock. “I want to see you fuck yourself on my finger at first. Do that, and I’ll let you sit on my cock and birth my eggs.”

A chill ran down your back, and you nodded, suddenly more than willing to throw yourself onto anything he would give you to prove yourself. And with his free hand, he presented his long ring finger whose talon was missing, most likely gone from some sort of battle.

But it didn’t matter. It was enough for you to prove yourself. 

Fluttering over to his finger, you dropped the small panties you owned onto his exposed palm before placing your sopping cunt right above his extended finger. You lowered yourself onto the tip, spreading your essence slick against his skin, your eyes unabashedly half-lidded as you watched the muscles in his arm pick up speed as you made eye contact with the excited naga. 

And with a twirl of your hips and a moan that vibrated straight through your chest, you sank onto his finger. 

It truly did feel like his splitting you in half. You recognized immediately at the way your walls nearly couldn’t keep up with how he opened you up. His finger was already giant within your spongey, tight walls. The heat and the callouses of his appendage unreplicable as you silently screamed, your walls spasming tightly around him, an orgasm taking you out without warning. You heaved, exhaustion ticking your brain as the soft bounces you made to further his finger up your cunt making you whine. He was huge, his finger huge. But you liked the fullness it brought you, the way you struggled not to send yourself flying off his finger like some rocket while you continued to fuck yourself against him.

You could do it, you could do it.

Soft wet noises filled the air as Kirishima’s aggressive stroking of his leaking cocks, and the way his finger seemed to be so loud in your tight cavern filled the forest.

More, give him more.

Pressing the collar of your outfit down, your legs wrapped around his finger as you continued to fuck yourself up and down his finger while your hands groped and pinched at your breasts, your eyes rolling back in your horny excitement. You could feel your orgasm growing again. You could tell by the clenching quivering of your spongey, velvet walls against his finger that you were close yet again.

“Fuck, little one, you’re taking my finger so well,” Kirishima sang in his praise, his snake tail coiling and thrashing wildly beneath the both of you, and you longed to feel the snake scales beneath your blazing core too. “Are you ready for my cock? I’m so close, so close. You made me like this, little one, so fucking hot, so sexy, fuck.”

You mewl loudly, your body well aware of the lewd scene he was creating with the way he wrangled his twin cocks in his hand. Your head dropped backward, a high pitched wail shooting through you when his finger moved within you, and you nodded your head as quickly as you could. Your legs relaxing around him as Kirishima quickly picked you off his finger, and without even three seconds of being empty again, two sharp, writhing cocks slammed within your cunt.

You staggered against his hold, body convulsing at the feeling of his snake cock flicking and twirling within your womb, stimulating the puffy, wet walls that were erratically beating, as the both of you came with loud, joint moans.

White filled your vision as your wet juices splattered down his cock, and the weirdest, almost constipating feeling filled you as solid, cold, and round objects filled your womb. Making the drool in your mouth dribble down the corner of your mouth as your eyes crossed.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four eggs.

Four eggs for you to grow, four kids you would have with Kirishima, and you sobbed in elation.

“I can feel them, Ei!” you sobbed, content with the babies he just gave you, already expanding your tiny little stomach to the optimal length it could reach. “Our babies!”

Kirishima chuckled, removing your from his cock and placing your pregnant little tiny body onto his shoulder, a sign that he would protect you through anything and everything.

“I can’t wait until they hatch, little one.”

And with that, he nuzzled against your face. And you vibrated in your happiness, more than willing to take on the world as Kirishima continued forward in the world. There was no looking back now.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima smut #bnha #bnha x reader #bbs kinktober 2020 #tw: dubcon

[kimjoongs]

ateez playing genshin

hongjoong

mains: albedo and mona

initially wasnt interested in playing but then he heard the soundtrack from another member’s phone and was intrigued

ended up staying up all night just playing the game

chose lumine to be the traveler bc he thought she was cool (sorry aether </3)

gets rlly rlly into the lore and is a sucker for the graphics and music

spends most of his time just talking to npc’s and reading everything they have to say

failed the gliding test many times so he asked yunho to do it for him

“you just follow the rings–”

“i’m TRYING”

gets scared when the music suddenly changes as a crowd of hilichurls comes running towards him

has a personal vendetta against paimon idk why but he does

played co-op once with san and yunho but instantly regretted it bc they kept teleporting and leaving him behind

seonghwa

mains: diona

doesnt rlly know what he’s doing but he thinks the game is very pretty <3

aether is his traveler and seonghwa is v attached to him

knows all of the names of the npc’s in monstadt so whenever he passes by them he greets them out loud “hi flora” “oh hey huffman” “SARAAAAH”

always gasps when he finds a seelie and gets all :D as he follows it

keeps falling off the mountains bc he underestimates how tall they are and loses stamina before he reaches the top

absolutely DETESTS doing quests in dragonspine

“wHY IS THERE NO TORCH HERE”

*comes across a frostarm lawachurl* “haha NO <3″

“oh don’t worry joel i’ll find your dad!” *5 minutes later* “nvm fuck your dad sorry joel”

has so many ingredients in his inventory so he’s always stocked with food

always denies wooyoung’s request to join

yunho

mains: amber, lisa or kaeya

the first person in the group who started playing genshin and downloaded the game just a few days after it came out

HAS SO MANY GOOD FUCKING CHARACTERS but always mains the three mentioned above bc “they’ve been w me since the beginning you don’t understand the bond we have”

he and san have the most experience w the game so they’re always helping out the other members

absolutely LOVES liyue and likes to glide around bc it’s so pretty

when he’s on the ground he likes to hop around instead of sprint bc according to him it’s more fun that way

he thinks the slimes are cute

is supersuper lucky and gets a new character w every pull (he cried when he got zhongli)

he’s super knowledgeable about how the game works and when he’s trying to explain the other members are like ????? but they just smile and nod bc yunho literally lights up talking about it and they would rather punt themselves into the sun than make him upset

spends lots of his mora leveling up his weapons so as a result he’s always low on that “spare mora pls”

yeosang

mains: qiqi

doesnt really know what he’s doing pt 2 but he’s vibing

started panicking when he had to run (glide) from the knights of favonius and COULD NOT find diluc’s tavern for the longest time

“aww look at the cute animals” he says as he aims his arrow at it

teleports to a statue of the seven in the middle of a boss fight bc all of his characters are dead and he has no food left

wants to throttle tf out of paimon

collects potatoes and radish in the middle of a fight

he’ll put off doing quests but ends up gaining more quests to do so he ends up having like 238743875 different quests

purposefully bumps into the npc’s bc he thinks it’s funny

he, wooyoung, and san all played co-op tgt but ended up just playing hide n seek in liyue

forgot that wangshu inn had an elevator so he’s been taking the stairs the whole time

san

mains: tartaglia/childe

has a personal vendetta against reckless pallad and refuses to save him

the geo hypostasis is the bane of his very existence and he almost cursed it out on more than one occasion

spent 10 minutes trying to climb qingyun peak only to fall off once he reached the top </3

complained a lot during his quest w albedo

“why are we doing all these experiments”

“i am NOT drinking that potion—fuck okay i’m drinking the potion”

“why are you giving me a sword did you steal the sword albedo what the hell”

has the BIGGEST soft spot for razor and he most likely cried a little a lot when he met him for the first time

he rarely ever uses the free characters that the game gives him in the beginning

likes to climb the anemo archon statue in monstadt and sit in its hands

mingi

mains: closes his eyes and whoever he lands on is his main (it’s sucrose)

saw a ruin guard just chilling and immediately turned right back around

has the fattest crush on diluc but dont we all

“...do i have enough stamina to swim across that? i think i do” *ends up drowning not even halfway*

gets super excited whenever he finds a chest but doesnt like having to fight enemies to unlock it

“ooh i see a chest—” *slimes pop up from who knows where* “nevermind”

he gets really into the cut scenes and watches them so intently it’s cute

takes a long time to get his ar up bc he mostly enjoys running around and playing casually

he HATES timed fights bc it stresses him out

racks up a lot of primogems but never really uses them for some reason

feels bad whenever he has to switch a character in his party bc he needs a character with a diff element

“icb the game lets us use good characters during certain quests but then rips them away from us as soon as the quest is over i call scam—”

wooyoung

mains: ningguang or fischl

he was in the middle of a quest but completely forgot about it bc he saw an anemoculus and spent forever trying to get it

likes to bully timmie on a daily basis

“sorry timmie i need fowl” *does an elemental burst on the birds*

he knew how much seonghwa wanted to get diluc so when wooyoung pulled him he rubbed it in seonghwa’s face for 2 whole weeks

during the quests where he has to be sneaky, he always got caught and almost threw his phone after having to restart for the 10th time

when he plays co-op with any of the other members, wooyoung just starts attacking them w his weapons

“fuck the fatui everyone hates the fatui....except tartaglia i like him”

gets annoyed when he sees hilichurls running after him

“i’m just trying to deliver food LEAVE ME ALONE”

will be in the middle of doing a quest when he sees a dog and spends 5 minutes just standing next to it

jongho

mains: diluc

he’s more of a silent player, meaning that he plays the game a LOT but isn’t as vocal about it

“hey jongho what ar are you?” “30″ “...didnt you just start playing three days ago?

*shrugs* “yeah”

the members who have a lower world level than him ask him if he can do co-op and help them defeat some enemies that they’re having trouble w but jongho’s like nah do it yourself

finishes all of his commissions in like 2 minutes

he agrees w diluc and also has a thing against the knights of favonius

“who was the one who defeated stormterror? yeah that’s right ME”

“i snuck in to steal the holy lyre and none of them noticed pssh amateurs”

the only person he’ll play co-op with is yunho and the two of them just wreak havoc all over liyue and monstadt

had to fight 3 ruin guards at the same and hated every second of it

instead of sprinting on the ground he just hops/glides from roof to roof

#thanks to my fellow grills caly and vivi for helping me decide the mains <3 #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

Anime recs (some of my personal faves, not the public opinion, obviously):

About sports:

-Haikyuu (I am caught all the way up to season 4 and I have never been more passionate about volleyball in my life, not even when I played it)

-Run the Wind (it's about running but also...friendship? and motivation to follow your dreams?? I mostly just recall relating to some of the lazier characters and sensing the brotherhood vibes. It feels slow at first, but if you get invested you realize that you've binged the whole thing.)

-Free! & Free! Eternal Summer (you wanna get emotional attached to a bunch of teenage swimmers? I don't know why all these sports animes are about guy groups, but here's one about some divas -I mean swimmers. Quite the lil quaint group of nuggets, I gotta tell ya.)

About magic/supernatural

-Sailor Moon (need I say more? She's our queen and we are never too old to watch her steadily turn from crybaby to warrior of the people. If you know, you know. FIGHTING EVEIL BY MOONLIGHT-!!)

-Avatar: the Last Airbender (technically counts as an anime. Holds my entire childhood, every personality trait I have...for sure came from characters in this show. Iconic. Never loses its charms. Lots of magical realism that is centered on the natural elements of the planet, some spiritualism too. Appa is reason enough to watch this show.)

-Legend of Korra (technically a sequel storyline to Avatar: the Last Airbender, but...it's SO DIFFE R E NT. I was at first put off by my lack of OG characters, but there are so many references embedded in there, and you get to meet everybody's kids and grandkids. Also Korra? The embodiment of female pride and power, nothing will forsake her for long. Kinda STRESSFUL how many obstacles the writers create in a single season...let alone 4.)

-Inuyasha (on oldie but a goodie. Technically the first anime I ever saw...*sigh* ah youth...Anyway, it'sset in feudal Japan, but there's time travel so you won't feel too out of place. There are of course demons and magical priestesses and demon hunters and cranky, frankly exhausted, old women. Has a quality plot line and great characters. There is a new sequel show airing about the future of the characters and their bloodlines, I've only seen an episode or two but the nostalgia alone made me want to weep.)

-Fairy Tail (a CLASSIC. It has magic and dragons and FAERIES and found family and is so loveably chaotic, also: hype af fight scenes)

-Soul Eater (another chaotic group of teens that fight impossible battles, the intro music always hits hard for nO rEASON, a little more blood and angst but not like not enough to cancel out the immense joy/annoyance that is Excalibur)

-Noragami (a new take on the concept of how gods are created, sad boi hours have started, wholesome main characters, the graphics are beautiful, some of the monsters can be a tad creepy - but I'm a wimp so it could just be me)

-Bungou Stray Dogs (I HAVE ADOPTED ATSUSHI. HE IS MY SON NOW, THANK YOU FOR COMING. The art style is one I enjoy, very crisp lines and a good variation in character designs. The protagonist is named Atsushi and he is a golden child who must be protected yet allowed to flourish at all times. There is detective work, some great fights, lots of random character flaws, OH and honey the story line is TWISTY!!)

-My Hero Academia/Boko no Hero Academia (this is the show where my broccoli son goes THROUGH IT literally the WHOLE TIME. A great story of the underdog, and the variety of characters and powers are...*chef's kiss*, makes me want to lowkey live in this universe but the amount of villians... gurl it'stoo much for my weak heart smh)

- Cannon Busters (okay, so I know people have mixed opinions on this one. Lemme say this: the intro and outro SLAP, point blank periodtt. The characters are diverse in color and abilities, it's like wild west meets technofuture meets medieval magic war times. The plotline is very all over the place, but hey it's the journey right. If you don't love SAM and Casey by the end of episode 1 you're doing it wrong.)

-BNA: Brand New Animal (the art style is so freaking cool yet cute we luv to see it. The world building is pretty good, basically it'slike Zootopia, but there are way more issues with this island o animals that have a human form half the time. Our main character is determined and just a tad naive, there is a wolf man with a pet crow and we're all okay with that)

-Sirius the Jaegar (straight up, I have no idea how my sister and I binged the whole show in like 2 days, but we did. Great fight scenes, the is blood but... that's because there are vampire-esque creatures also. The main character's childhood got done dirty, but go off on your origin story I guess.)

About slice of life:

- My Little Monster/Tonari no Kaibustu-kun (a wholesome high school romance with oddballs left and right, but you just wanna root for 'em y'know? A good wind down show. There's a chicken in it.)

- (Kaichou wa) Maid-Sama (an unconventional and lowkey erratic main heroine, the love interest seems weird but you'll adore him by the end, just simple high school shenanigans with ridiculously dramatic conflicts)

Phew, that was kinda long 😓 but those are just some animes that I have watched thoroughly off the top off my head to give you a good variety of options. Let me know if you already have seem any of these. Hope this helps you fight off boredom and repetition. Please tell me your faves, I love hearing about new shows!! 🤩 (And btw, my sleep patterns wrecked, I've been going to sleep at like 3AM 😅 Hahaha, send help.)

love love LOVE THIS!! Thank you for sharing babe ❤️❤️❤️ i actually haven’t watched that much anime so i’m glad to get a rundown on some good recs!

also!! i feel u!! team no sleep ftw

#asks #recs #purplefairydragon7 #long post

[exploringalterra]

Alterra Worldbuilding Journal: An Enchanted Evening

Your party has been traveling by airship for ten hours, and so far it’s been smooth sailing. Normally the four of you wouldn’t be able to afford tickets for a luxury vessel like this, but you were able to work out a bargain with Captain Valen, the owner. You and your allies would be allowed to travel for a fraction of the cost, in exchange for helping the crew and defending the ship from airborne threats like dragons and air elementals.

Hopefully small air elementals, you think to yourself as you look down over the railing.

Not that the threat of falling is really an issue. Everyone on board, even the crew, was issued a swan-shaped ring when they boarded the airship. The ring will cause them to float to the ground as gently as a feather if they fall overboard, and even float on water indefinitely in case of a water landing. Too bad you have to return it when your party arrives at your destination, you remind yourself.

Thinking of your destination turns your thoughts inward. There’s no guarantee that Academie Arcana will provide any real leads for the mystery that’s already taken you across multiple continents. But at this point you’re convinced that the Academie is your only hope of getting any answers at all.

A chill gust of wind from the north makes you shiver, and you spin around in alarm for the eighth time in the last hour. Like the other seven times, it was nothing but a normal gust of wind. But that’s no guarantee for the ninth time.

You turn the swan ring on your finger and look to the other three corners of the ship where your companions are stationed on lookout. If they were attacked by an air elemental, the ring could put you in just as much danger of being blown into the stratosphere as anything else. The thought makes you grip the rope next to you with white knuckles.

A warm breeze behind you brushes across your cheek, causing your neck and shoulders to relax. And then you hear a deep, breathy voice in your ear.

“It seems tragic that a face like yours should wear an expression like that on an evening as lovely as this.”

Your heart skips a beat. The voice came from behind you. There shouldn’t be anything behind you except the railing of the ship and some clouds.

You turn around, though not as quickly as you did just a moment ago. There, standing on the railing of the airship, leaning casually against a rope, is a devastatingly attractive djinn.

It takes several seconds for your brain to wrap itself around the figure before you, starting your gaze low and working your way up.

Shiny black boots that go halfway up the calf, with striped pants tucked into them. A leather belt around the waist secures a cutlass to one hip and a spyglass to the other. A ruffled white shirt that’s mostly covered by the long red coat with gold trim that seems to billow gently in the wind.

And above the collar is a face of such confidence and mirth that you swear that in contrast it makes it seem as if everyone else you’ve ever met had something to hide. And this is the first time you’ve seen the face of any person who has nothing at all to hide. No doubt, no shame, no hesitancy.

And surrounding that magnificent magenta face is shoulder length hair that seems to burn like an orange fire as it dances in front of the setting sun and the airship full of sky pirates rising up from below...

Wait. What was that last part?

Oh dragon snot. You shake your head back to your senses. Where in the wide world did THEY come from?!

“Greetings to you all, my esteemed guests!” the djinn calls out as every conversation on deck goes silent. “For those of you not aware, my name is Captain Cinder. But since we’re all friends here, you may call me ‘Captain’ or ‘CC,’ if you wish. I am accustomed to keeping things familiar, so I hope you’ll choose whatever makes you most comfortable.”

Captain Cinder gives you a wink before walking past you, strolling into the center of the crowd of passengers. As Cinder’s airship rises level with yours, several members of their crew step casually across planks, with swords sheathed at their hips and relaxed smiles at their lips.

“Now I know what you’re all thinking,” the Captain continues. “You’re thinking, ‘That can’t really be THE Capatain Cinder, can it? I heard Captain Cinder was a handsome swashbuckler of a man with a voice like honey and a gaze that makes every young adolescent’s heart melt!’”

Switching to a deeper voice and different accent, the Captain goes on. “‘I heard Cinder was a rogue temptress with charms that could beguile even the most hardened mercenary or miserly merchant!’”

Shifting to the comically high pitched voice of a child, “I heard Captain CC has been the bestest pirate in the whole entire world for over 600 years! And that’s even older than my grandpa over there!’” At this last comment, Captain Cinder points to a white-haired moon elf in the corner and a chuckle begins to spread through the crowd.

“Well as you can plainly see,” says the Captain, returning to their original baritone voice, “you’re ALL right!” At this, the chuckling on board ignites into a burst of laughter from both passengers and crew.

“Ah what an enchanting occasion it is when two vessels of mutual affection should pass each other in a chance encounter such as this, among these golden clouds and ruby sunsets.”

“But speaking of gold and rubies, I now must lean upon this mutual affection of ours and speak of sparkling matters. Donations, to be precise! Gifts given by you out of your admiration and adoration, and accepted by me and my crew out of our gracious and grateful hearts. Here come the boxes, friends!”

You watch, dumbfounded, as the passengers on board happily deposit money purses and heirlooms into the open treasure chests the pirate crew carry politely to each person.

Occasionally you see Captain Cinder personally address one of the passengers. Wealthy women blush and smile flirtatiously as they remove their jewelry for the Captain. Noblemen make a show of removing more and more wealth from hidden compartments of their coats, as Cinder gives a look of feigned shock and an impressed gasp at each new gift. Despite the raid (or perhaps because of it) everyone seems to be in the best mood they’ve felt since the trip began.

In all the excitement, you can’t see your three companions at the other corners of the ship, but you’re sure they’re fine. Everyone seems fine! Even an air elemental would probably decide to join the party if it came along.

Finally, far too soon, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, and Captain Cinder begins to offer sweet farewells. They give their final goodbye to you, their first hello.

Captain Cinder leans in close. “I can see you have little to offer as a donation, but perhaps you would prefer to give me a different kind of gift?” Your heart skips another beat as they continue in a whisper, “My ship can deliver you anywhere you choose. And in the meantime we can enjoy some privacy to become better acquainted.”

You can feel every eye on board boring into you with envy at the intimate attention, but you’re not thinking about them. You’re thinking about your beloved back home and what might happen if you gave in to such an offer.

“No thank you,” you say quietly. You can manage to say nothing else. To your relief, the Captain gives you another warm, genuine smile.

“I see. It takes a very special kind of love to resist a spell of Charming as strong as mine. And it takes a very special kind of person to treasure that love so faithfully.” The Captain reaches inside their inner coat pocket and retrieves a crimson gem.

“This ruby is very special too. In its center it contains a spark of red dragon fire. But it can only be seen by one whose love burns as intensely as yours.”

The Captain’s smile becomes sad, but no less charming. “Once, a very long time ago, that ruby shone as brightly as a torch for me. Now it only flickers like a candle on its last bit of wick. I’d like you to have it.” You find yourself completely speechless as Captain Cinder places the jewel in your hand and gently closes your fingers around it.

After all of the pirates have returned to their ship and the planks have been raised, the Captain calls out to you one last time. “May the Elements protect you until you can deliver that gift to your own beloved! Farewell my friends!!” And then the ship sails through the air speedily away.

As the last of the daylight fades away over the horizon, a chill wind blows from the North again, and the resulting shiver causes many to shake their heads and gather their senses, though the effects of the spell still linger faintly.

“Captain...” you whisper to yourself. Then your eyes widen. “Captain!” you shout. Captain Valen, your captain, the captain of the ship you and your companions are aboard right now, the captain who hired you specifically to protect his ship from threats. How could you have failed him like that?!

You run across the deck of the ship, halting breathlessly when you find him. Your three companions are there too, looking as embarrassed and ashamed as you surely feel. But at least none of THEM were guarding the corner of the ship where the pirates actually boarded from.

All of you try to stammer your apologies at once. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know how we could’ve possible just stood there while-” But Captain Valen cuts all of you off with a wave of his hand.

“Relax,” he says. “Captain Cinder is a local legend in these parts, and with good reason. In all honesty, most of the wealthiest passengers on board booked this trip in the hopes that we’d be boarded.” Valen then adds with a wink, “Though I’d never tell Cinder or their crew that. They’d be furious if they thought they’d become predictable.”

“Then you’re not angry with us for not stopping them?” you ask.

“I’d have been flabbergasted if you did!” replies Valen. “I’ve been boarded by those pirates more times than I can count, and I’ve never had a member of my crew come anywhere close to stopping them. Why should I expect any differently from you four?”

“Though I’ll admit, THAT is new,” he says, pointing at the ruby still clutched in your hand. “That’s quite the valuable keepsake you’ve got there. How about a trade?”

“What?” you ask, taken by surprise.

“I’d be willing to let you keep that enchanted swan ring you’re wearing in exchange for the jewel,” he offers. “They’re not cheap, I can tell you. It will take me three months to earn back enough to replace it. But I think it’s a fair trade. Never fear drowning or heights for the rest of your life! What do you say?”

You look at the ring on your hand and consider the offer. You’ve always been a pretty strong swimmer, and the hights don’t really seem so bad anymore.

“No thank you,” you say for the second time that day.

Once you’re alone again, you gaze at the ruby in your hand and the scarlet light glowing inside like an ember. You sigh happily as you imagine delivering it safely to your own private treasure box back home. The only true love you’ll ever need.

#long post #age of exploration #alterra #aoe #game design #alterra worldbuilding journal #worldbuilding #elements of alterra #posts by dave #djinn #story time #valentines day special #kind of #not really #captain cinder #djinn of alterra #element of fire

[ks-caster]

Sometimes the Simplest Solution (Part 2)

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“Called by the anomaly indeed,” Gabriel commented excitedly to himself as he walked around the four-cubic-foot orb of light, peering into it to get a better look at Octavia, who was loosely curled in the fetal position, with all of her exposed skin still covered in glowing symbols. Her eyes were lightly closed, like she was asleep or meditating, but her face hadn’t lost the pinched, drawn, eternally tired look it had had since Diyoza had first laid eyes on her in her leather armor and red war paint. She’d hoped that the younger woman would relax more in unconsciousness, but then since she was still inside the anomaly, who could say what her mind was experiencing. 

Or perhaps at this point her exhaustion was bone deep, unshakable even in an advanced-science-magic-induced sleep.

Diyoza felt like the psychotic, drug-like pull had vanished entirely from her brain, leaving her hungover and painfully bleak. Her daughter was still safely growing inside her carefully protected uterus, right where she should be - there was no need to rush after a child version of her, and certainly no need to break Octavia’s kneecap over it. She couldn’t assess how much damage she’d done, since the younger woman was clearly not putting any weight on her left leg at the moment - but she could see that the damage to her arm had healed, so she hoped that meant the anomaly had fixed her up in general.

“So, weren’t you supposed to know better than to get this close?” she checked as she strolled a few steps away to casually circle the clearing, establishing a safe perimeter. 

“I thought I was far enough,” Gabriel responded, still observing Octavia, pulling a thick, leather-bound notebook out of his bag as he paused on her left side. The young, perfect skin of her arm had the highest concentration of symbols, arranged in a spiral pattern reaching up from her hand and wrapping around her arm up to her shoulder. He started feverishly to catalog them. “It must have extended its reach...”

Diyoza reached out and ran a finger down the comfortingly familiar bark of a tree - oak, its leaves swaying gently and recognizably above her head, acorns littering the ground around her feet. It had been the first time since waking up in orbit that she’d actually recognized a plant; all the trees and foliage on Sanctum was just a little bit diff-

“We’re on Earth,” she realized abruptly.

“What?” Gabriel muttered distractedly, grabbing a stick from the ground and gently poking it into the anomaly to see if what would happen. “No - even if we did get displaced temporally there’s no reason why we would have left Sanctum. It’s a temporal anomaly, not a spatial anoma- ow!” he exclaimed as an acorn whacked him on the side of his face.

“So did you guys plant a bunch of earth trees at some point while you were cataloging the native species in the local ecosystem and hope they’d all get along or what?” she asked, lightly tossing the next acorn so he could catch it. 

“I…” he muttered, turning the nut over in his fingers, eyes wide and confused. “But this…”

“She said she wanted to go home, right before she stepped into the big glowing circle,” Diyoza commented quietly, walking back towards the other two. “I think the anomaly might have heard her.” She stopped in her tracks, leaning her weight on her back foot and stepping down with her front again, listening to the hollow creak of what she’d bet real money was a trapdoor. Kneeling, she felt around until the carefully camouflaged wooden handle was wrapped in her fingers, then pulled it open, grabbing the flashlight out of her pocket and leaning down to view the interior.

“There’s a whole little caveman house under here,” she announced. Gabriel glanced in her direction but then (predictably, she thought) turned back to writing down the symbols. “I wonder if this is where she lived before she went all… well, Caesar,” she muttered mostly to herself. She knew that Octavia had been one of the original 100 juvenile delinquents sent down to the ground like human radiation canaries, thanks to Clarke, and she knew that Octavia had quickly adopted the local warrior culture and embraced violence as her major means of self-expression, thanks to Kane. But she realized as her eye cataloged details of the little underground house that she didn’t really know much else about her new friend’s history. The space was simple and functional, like a lone warrior lived there. Perhaps it really was hers.

“Whoa!” Gabriel shouted as a sudden rumble of sound emanated from the anomaly, and Diyoza looked up just in time to see him flying backwards across the clearing, his momentum stopping when he hit a tree and fell to the ground, the air whooshing involuntarily out of his lungs.

“Guess she doesn’t like being poked with a stick,” she quipped, closing the door of whoever’s house she’d just broken into and walking over to give the immortal a hand up.

“The stick she didn’t seem to mind,” Gabriel coughed, trying to get his balance back. “Once I saw it wasn’t petrifying, I figured I’d try to pull her out. She did NOT like me putting my hand in there.”

“Well, you were trying to kill her pretty recently,” Diyoza reminded him dryly as she inspected the back of his head for damage - nothing beyond some leaves and bits of bark stuck in his hair. He’d live. 

“Any clue when this is exactly?” he asked, clearly not wanting to discuss his recent attempts on both of their lives, or theirs on his, when there was something so scientifically exciting happening. “The air smells pure, so I’m guessing it’s after the bombs… So we’re probably getting irradiated right now,” he realized aloud, looking uneasily at her, and then at her baby bump.

“Relax, Florence Nightingale,” she said, guessing his meaning. “They didn’t give us the good stuff like you on Eligius III, but me and my guys all had a form of blood alteration* so that regular old radiation from space wouldn’t kill us in our sleep and deplete the workforce. That was pretty normal at the time for astronauts in general - Octavia’s people probably had the same thing, passed down genetically from their ancestors. No fancy color change, but enough that my kid should find the weather here to her liking.”

The air did smell pure - not the dusty smell of the post-apocalyptic desert that had permeated even the green valley last time she was here, and not the dense, bitter odor of industry that had reached even into the middle of the forest preserve she’d gone camping in as a little girl. It wasn’t like Sanctum - too humid, too sweet, too alien to be comforting. 

‘I am NOT one of those  tree-hugging hippies,’ she reminded herself sternly as the emotional thought crossed her mind that this was what that silly Tree-Crew teenagers gang had been protesting for when she’d watched them being arrested in droves on the news, scoffing that with all of the problems in the world, that was the hill they’d chosen to die on. Maybe they’d been just a tiny bit right, she decided as she pointed her flashlight into the foliage and picked out what looked like a well-used path. 

“I’m going to take a walk,” she announced, “see if I can find civilization, or at least figure out when this is. Don’t touch the glowing mystery orb again,” she instructed, raising an eyebrow and gesturing at Octavia’s still-levitating form for emphasis.

“Aye-aye Colonel,” Gabriel responded with a mock-salute, already back to scribbling in his book.

‘What the hell did I get myself into this time?’ she sighed to herself as she glanced once more at Octavia and the anomaly, and then set out to follow the trail.

Author’s Note: *Was it ever explained how the Eligius dudes didn’t have the same reaction to the (twice!) irradiated Earth as the mountain men? That should have been a real short trip, right? Please somebody let me know which episode talked about that, if it was talked about! 

If not, then I’m going with this theory that it was normal to give astronauts some form of resistance as described - it’s not as good as Nightblood as we’ve seen, but it passes down a perfect genetic replica (which is why skykru is better at metabolizing radiation than the Grounders, per the Mountain Men’s experiments, even though it was explained that the Grounders had Nightblood in their genetic history.)

Next Up on SSS: Diyoza did NOT sign up for this much teenage angst.

#the 100 #the 100 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #octavia #octavia blake #sss fic #beth's writing #diyoza #charmaine diyoza #gabriel #gabriel santiago #since we're in the hiatus I figure I can do this instead of liveblog #and then once the hiatus is done my work schedule will have changed #so I might not be able to watch the next couple of episodes live #which sucks #anyway here's a thing

[marnanel]

Ding dong, the evil teacher is (probably) dead

CW abuse, ableism

Today I found a book about the use of computers in schools in the town I grew up in, written while I was at school. It actually mentions me in passing.

I also discovered a part about the teacher who abused me. It's good news: if he had almost retired in 1990, he's almost certainly dead. Here's an excerpt from my notes for the childhood memoir I may one day finish. Text from the book comes after that.

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I was always told at school that intelligence wasn't enough, since they evidently thought I thought it was. Obviously I have some level of intelligence or I wouldn't have got into Cambridge and so on, but I seem to be lacking in whatever else it is. And when I started secondary school I was happily underperforming.

Every child in our school was required to take some tests. I believe they were fairly standard IQ tests, and I think they were something specific to our school: Mr Hutchinson's pet project. I remember him invigilating them, and telling us how to fill in the forms for the sample question, which he slowly and carefully said was "question treble zero".

After the IQ tests, and perhaps because of them, I became a sort of project of the Special Needs department, or perhaps of Mr Hutchinson's.

Mr Hutchinson was the head of Special Needs at my secondary school. I don't remember his first name. Cecil?  Cyril?  He was Australian, Cantabrigian, in his forties, wore a tweed jacket everywhere, and smoked a pipe. He write everything in fountain pen using brown ink.

He would take me out of lessons; one of the other children said to their classmate, "He has to have special lessons because he's so clever". Mr Hutchinson would take me down to his office, which was room X1, and sit and talk to me for hours.

He exhorted me to try harder. I told him that trying harder wasn't quantifiable, that I didn't know what to do, that if he'd told me to run round the field every morning I'd know what I had to do, but what was trying?  I think he thought I wasn't taking it seriously, but I was rather frustrated. I would often go home and cry secretly.

Later, he said I was being like a rabbit only eating the lettuce it was given, and that I should try to seek out my own lettuce. He used to follow me into lessons sometimes and sit among the children, and ask questions (presumably the sort of questions he thought *I* should be asking). Sometimes I would get my work back from other teachers with scribbles on it in brown ink such as "To see HCN" (HCN was the staff code for Hutchinson), and sometimes he would comment on work I hadn't shown him. So I assume he was actually reading all my work. This is cross-referenced in my head to the part in *Nineteen Eighty-Four* where O'Brien shows Winston the photograph that Winston had thrown away; I can't tell whether this connection is one I'm making now or one I made at the time.

He reprimanded me for walking in a shuffly way (I have flat feet). He said, "There's no reason for you to walk like that at all. And do you know how I know?"  "No."  "Because I've researched you."

Once the timetable changed and he asked me the next week what my next lesson was, and I said I didn't know. He shouted at me, "You should know. It's your lessons and your timetable."  I faltered, "But it only changed last week..." He said, "Oh. Yes. So it did. I apologise."

Later, he put me into permanent detention. At least, I assume it was his doing, but the detention would be given for a particular reason, by a teacher whose class I was actually attending that day, every single day. It was very well orchestrated.

And then one day he gave up on me and ordered me down alone to the dining hall. I followed him, and he barked, "Walk properly, please. When I want you to walk like a parody of a deformed circus rabbit, I'll ask you."  He sat me down there, told me everything he was frustrated with me about, and that I wouldn't amount to anything, and ended up by saying, "Thomas Thurman, who the hell do you think you are?"  I was careful not to start sobbing until he left the room.

Text of image:

“The needs of young people as the end”

Break time at Highfield School and, as usual, Chris Hutchinson is by himself smoking his pipe at his place next to the window. He keeps himself a little apart from the rest of the Highfield staff and, being just a few years from retirement, his initial reaction to Education 2000 was stand-offish. He'd heard about too many educational initiatives in over 30 years of teaching to be enthused by Education 2000 rhetoric; its practice, however, has made him something of a convert.

It is worth recounting Mr Hutchinson's change of heart as an example of how the fourth and final component of the Education 2000 formula — ‘satisfying the needs of young people’ — has come to life. In 1981, some while after the Publication of Baroness Warnock’s report, "Education of Handicapped Children and Young People," Mr Hutchinson transferred from being head of Highfield's English department to head its new special needs department. Early on he discovered that 20 per cent of children needed the remedial attention his department was offering, which presented him with the chore of finding out who they were and then monitoring their progress. “The essence of my job is collecting information,’ he says. ‘You can't make a diagnosis unless you have that information.’ It was the cue for him to describe the database he’s written; he showed me a sheet of computer printout listing details of children and their special needs. Further columns across a wide spreadsheet contained notes like ‘can't link ideas ... verbal diff... gives up easily’ and the final columns outlined the teaching programmes of each special needs pupil. ‘By having all the information stored reliably in a single place’ says Mr Hutchinson, ‘we get to children quicker and can be more consistent in helping them.’ That success is due to Education 2000 which first had him taking a computer home and later supplied him with the machine to run the database.

Other things have earned Education 2000 his support: "The computers we have can help remove the stigma of special needs children and are partially useful with problems of illiteracy. Beyond this Education 2000 has brought about changes of attitudes and brought both departments and schools closer together. We've got more individual activities going on in the classroom."

Highfield integrated its special needs teaching within mixed ability groups so he was working across the curriculum before Education 2000 had ever been heard of. But he is certain that Education 2000 has enhanced this and other cross-curricular work at Highfield. “Nobody here is fighting Education 2000 any more," says Mr Hutchinson. ‘It has enabled us to do what we wanted to do anyway.”

Thus Mr Hutchinson's database of special needs pupils can be defined as meeting the needs of young people and therefore as exemplifying the fourth aim of Education 2000.

#cw abuse #cw ableism #emotional abuse #school is hell

[wahbegan]

Blah Blah Trailer Things Blah I’m So Weary

All right w/e you’d think i was getting paid for this the way i crank them out even when I have no desire to but fuck it as all the ones before, under a read more so you don’t have to scroll and shit and so that if someone makes a super obvious correction in the first few notes i can change it and nobody will be the wiser tee hee hee I am gonna stick to things that haven’t been confirmed so shit we already know like “There are additional flashbacks to when they were kids, Mike still lives in Derry and has been tryna figure out how to kill It through...tripping, apparently? They meet at Jade of the Orient like in the book,” etc. I won’t touch for the sake of brevity. I also won’t go over things I did in the last one

1. The flood of water in the sewer COULD be right after they actually kill It, in the book they kill It in the early morning, and Its death coincides with a massive storm destroying the town, starting with the sewers flooding and backing up

2. Adrian Mellon, post beating and being thrown off a bridge by homophobes, as Pennywise mockingly offers him help before eating him. This is STRAIGHT out of the book, right down to the silver eyes Pennywise is sporting i’m very excited

3. Bev walking in the rain looking shaken up seems to be her right after having her fight her way out of her abusive boyfriend’s place, we know they’re keeping that intact courtesy of the bruises on her arms in the Mrs Kersh trailer

4. Not sure where Eddie’s standing in this child-to-adult montage, i can only guess that maybe Ben is outside that bar he gets shitfaced in before he goes back to Derry? But that’s a shot in the dark. I know Bill’s standing at the storm drain where Georgie got dragged in, which we saw It taunting him in Georgie form briefly in the last trailer, and Mike due to the area and the police lights on his face, seems to be investigating child murders like he was in the book. It’s what prompts him to call the other Losers. Richie is at the Paul Bunyan statue

5. So yeah the carnival seems to play a bigger role than just the backdrop where Adrian first has trouble with the homophobes like in the book, Bill probably follows a lead there, possibly investigating what happened to Adrian aaaaand finds Pennywise chewing down on some kid right behind a glass he can’t get to him from in a mirror maze, ostensibly just to fuck with him. Brutal and sadistic, i gotta say i love it even though it’s hard to analyze further than that since there isn’t anything even remotely analogous to this in the book. Oh, the little swinging punch clowns are done up like Tim Curry’s Pennywise, that’s a fun easter egg. Also Pennywise’s long tongue on the glass is reminiscent of The Leper’s tongue from the book, probably did that on purpose. 

6. Oh yeah confirmation Bowers is alive and in a mental hospital, and Pennywise is calling him back, apparently via red balloon instead of the moon which BOOOOOO but whatever

7. Since they changed it from the book a bit to revolve more heavily around Neibolt Street, that seems to have more prominence in this half of the movie as well, with lots of shots of them going into it, whereas I don’t think they touch it as adults in the book. I do like the fridge shaking like It’s about to come out of it like It did in the first movie to eat Eddie. Clearly lots of call backs so that’s fun. Actually, you know what? It could be Stan’s severed head with a bunch of balloons in there cause there’s a scene like that involving a (different) fridge in the adult half of the book/miniseries

EDIT: Okay, according to someone on youtube who saw Comic-Con footage, that IS the case damn i’m right once in a while except in this case Stan’s head...the youtube source didn’t say whose head it was but i’m...there’s no way it’s not Stan’s goes on to sprout spider legs and crawl at them a la The Thing so that’s pretty awesome

8. “I’ve seen all of us die” is an interesting line. Now, in the book, fUCKING STAN YOU FUCKING BASTARD ANDRES MUSCHIETTI YOU LITERALLY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM STAN AND GAVE IT TO A DIFF-ahem. Forgive that little outburst. In the book,...SSsss.....hrng. Stanley Uris is the one who seems to have visions or at least a sense of the future, not, Bev, as well as some vaguely defined psychic somethinerother. Obviously, her kidnapping slash Deadlighting slash empty eyes slash floating thing never happens in the book, so once again, no real way of knowing if it’s a Dr. Strange circa Infinity War thing where she saw a possible or a bunch of possible futures or just Pennywise fucking with her to make her feel hopeless thing. I mean obviously we know they don’t all die so i’m just curious about the nature of her vision she had in Its lair. Obviously some of it came to pass, but...i just don’t know if it was a vision from The Turtle or a trick from It, or possibly a little of both. But it’s one of those

9. Oh yeah right that....that’s definitely Stan’s death scene. Not that there was any question, really, but this is solid confirmation he takes a one way ticket out of Clowntown on the Razorblade-in-a-Bathtub Express

10. Oh I forgot to say about the alien-looking spikes i think that’s the blasted-up exploded remains of whatever it landed in just btw

11. Okay so Bill as an adult back in the basement with a screaming ghost Georgie confronting him in a very similar way to when he was a kid, Bev back in the bathroom where she got bullied and it seems like her childhood bathroom? Filling up with blood and...trying to help someone out of the blood lake? Okay.

I have a theory about all this.

I think it’s them interacting with their younger selves. I think.....

I think The Ritual of Chud is going to manifest differently for every single one of them, and it’s basically going to be them going to some mindscape where they go to their kid selves, to their worst and darkest moments, and are either trapped there in despair or have to save their younger selves. Think of The Haunting of Hill House’s Red Room. I THINK that’s what’s going on here. Judging by...I’m almost positive Bev is reaching out her hand to pull her younger self out of the blood, and you can see young Bill behind adult Bill in the background while Georgie’s going “what the FUCK you’re the worst brother EVER” at him so look i think i’m right, okay? 

12. When Bev smashes the mirror, it looks like, you know how in the first one Henry goes to carve his face on Ben’s stomach but only gets the H? In the book that scar disappears when he grows up but then comes back after Mike calls him and it looks here like not only has the scar come back but It has either actually cut the entire name down there or at least made him hallucinate that the entire name has appeared on his stomach. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s the latter, some kind of hallucination Bev’s trying to break by shattering the mirror.

13. Yeah so if you hadn’t read the book, that’s pretty much definitely Eddie Richie’s holding, and he’s pretty much definitely dying and his final words are pretty much definitely gonna be “Don’t call me Eds. You know I hate it when you...”

14. Oh yeah right I’m pretty sure the underwater monster is a more decayed Ms Kersh and it looks like instead of turning to candy, her house floods for some reason? And here she is being all spooky and underwater with Bev i do not know why the flooding is a thing but w/e uhhh look it’s not in the first trailer i don’t know where i think i saw this or how I got this impression but i think somewhere there was a brief shot implying the water like came out of a painting or something. Possibly a 1408 reference, actually

15. Gotta be Its lair disintegrating after the completed Ritual of Chud which yeah when they were all holding hands a few shots earlier and looking up at orange light i forgot to say that’s def the Ritual starting

17. Whoever this is, Bill i’m assuming flying through that tunnel to the rectangle of light is pretty close to straight out of the book Ritual of Chud

18. Mike tripping, as per mentioned

19. Given the shit all over them and how emotional Richie is, it seems like this would be at the end after they leave the sewers? Idk his scream could be about several things, but it’s just the kind of scream that says “my best friend in the whole wide world and completely hetero lifemate just got his arm bitten off by a weird giant spider alien thing and bled to death”

20. Andres Muschietti mentioned the underground clubhouse would be part of this movie, as well as the “tripping and coming dangerously close to dying via carbon monoxide poisoning so we can hallucinate about where It came from” part of the book but at the end Pennywise is clearly slamming the door which wasn’t part of that sequence unless i mean they may have just added it in for a scare or it could be one of the adults going back to said clubhouse and having a flashback leading into Pennywise fucking with them, either is a possibility

21. Okay so unfortunately i have egg on my face and this clearly is It (not Henry Bowers like i theorized) previously not in Pennywise form, putting on Its Pennywise form, possibly for the first time in a flashback.

22. Okay i am almost 100% sure Pennywise, Devourer of Worlds and Children, The Spider, The Deadlights, The Eternal Consumption, ends this trailer by saying “Hewwo”

#It Chapter 2

[ofreflectedskies]

That’s POSEIDON / SIDNEY PO not Stella Maeve. She’s Unknown years old and a God. She may be +Benevolent, +Reasonable, & +Protective but she’s also -Dramatic, -Prideful &  -Careless.

So guys I’m revamping Sid in some aspects so here’s a new intro. Ya’ll also notice I made her a new icon and redid her theme! If anyone is interested in prior connections or anything like that then come at me, I’d love it!!

PAST:

A God, one of the big three. God of the sea, of the ocean, Poseidon af. 

Lived a great long time. During her life had to be apart of the decision to seal the powers of the other Gods and leave them, mortal, for the good of the human race ( they would have died otherwise ). 

Never really got over this?? Very lonely, immense guilt, etc. Sort of traveled the world looking for places to call home ( the only one she could find thou was the ocean ). 

The Godly powers got stolen, the big three acted, a barrier around San Francisco. She’d been there for a long time now and it’s becoming almost a home (and that is a wow ).

When the true Gods were released she felt both relief and fear and a whole mixed bag of lots of emotions. 

CHANGES:

Okay so biggest thing is water is gonna be more tied to her this time around rather then a passing thing she controls. She’s def gonna be more active in the environment and protecting her ocean. She’s a fucking KING after all.  

She’s still the middle child between Zeus and Hades -- AKA, she tries to keep the peace. However, this time around it’s gonna be less at an ease thing and more like. Legit, TRYING to help people and making a difference in the world and settle issues. 

 Swims a lot more?? Like any time she needs to calm down or just have fun, she goes into the water. Sometimes she swims with the fishies, sometimes just sits at the bottom, and other times sort of just takes the shape of water and is legit at ONE with the ocean.

Sometimes goes SCAVAGING at the bottom of the ocean to get rid of the trash. Sometimes if the trash is legit cool stuff like gems or just fancypants stuff she pawns it. So you could find her with the oddest little things found there. 

RIDES HORSES. Loves riding horses, it reminds her of Pegasus (and she misses Pegasus). She could pick up on their feelings a tad bit ( as in, she could pretty much talk horse, just a BIT ).

( STILL ANGRY AT ODYSSEUS. the fucking punk. )

Still pretty chill but also quicker to temper? And more ready to fight someone. Though she’d fight harder on behalf of someone else rather than herself.

NOT proud of her old ways. Lowkey tries to pretend like it didn’t happen? Like all the shit Poseidon used to pull, all the crappy stories and rude and temperamental and all the OOF stories. Def a better person now but beyond certain things, tries not think about the past all too much unless faced with it ( which is why Medusa hit her so damn hard, in more ways then ONE )

This isn’t a SUPER change but like, when Sid falls into a depressive state she could be extremely dramatic. This could go from sitting in the rain and wallowing to just STOPPING and being lowkey catatonic for a bit or just switch her appearance completely to avoid EVERYONE or even let bad shit happen without interference. 

Sometimes these states happen bc her brothers die. other times its bc everyone is SO DAMN MEAN to her ocean. 

CONNECTIONS: 

So I’m keeping her main and most developed connections. If anyone wishes to keep one particular or even a diff kind of pre-made connection we could def do that.

ZEUS - Big SISTER brother. Still loves Zeus so much and still mourning him af. Their relationship will stay fairly the same, with her always trying to defend Zeus’ name and missing them. Developing a tentative soft friendship with Zelda ( can’t wait to see how this goes ha ).

HADES - Little brother. More likely to argue with them, still protective af. When Hades died Sid nearly lost it (she couldn’t live without them BOTH). She worries about him nowadays, two different forms. Lowkey always searching for him, and wants to help him in any way she could. ( she wants to play protective big sister, helpful big sister, but feels like Hades wouldn’t be one to accept that. )

PERSEPHONE - Percy was her roommate and best friend, Percy is dead now. To Sid, it feels like Persephone killed them the same way she killed Zeus. It was the epitome of betrayal ( literally stabbed in the back ) but despite herself, she still does care. ( sometimes she wonders if caring is a problem ).

ARTEMIS - Though Artemis is her niece technically Sid feels more like a big sister. She hates that Artemis lost her Godesshood and would do anything to protect her. Nowadays she tries to watch out for her and sometimes do normal humane stuff with her. ( Getting their nails done together? Wild experience. Truly. )

APOLLO - a sweet but tentative relationship. Sid loves Apollo, thinks the best of him. But she also knows how dangerous he could be, and the two have fought about past choices more than once. ( She hopes one day the fighting with stop, and they could stick to their kinder aspects ). 

GODS AS A WHOLE / OTHER GODS -- Sid has this bad habit where she tries to act like she’s on equal power level with everyone when she could very much destroy the hell out of them. This applies to other Gods too, though they have more chance of getting the best of her rather than normal folk. She tends to try and act like a big sister rather then an aunt ( though not all of them are her niece and nephews, a big chunk of them are ). She stands by the choice the big three made so long ago (but feels deep sorrow for having to lose her family in the process).

MEDUSA - A choice was made and Medusa’s life ruined because of it. It wasn't Sid’s direct hands, but she (he, back then) was involved all too much. Medusa wanted to destroy Poseidon, and she almost did. But then Medusa met Sid and things... changed. The two of them are figuring themselves out right now, but Sid is fairly sure she wants to be Medusa’s girlfriend and might be falling in love with her. ( Might already be in love with her, actually. Not that she could tell. ) 

#apx:intro #death tw #DAmn an actual good intro for sid #who thought we'd see the day #but yeeeee

[arathcrn]

( ROSS LYNCH, 19, HE/HIM )┊ARATHORN BLUMENTHAL is the child of AURORA AND PHILLIP and they have ONE YOUNGER SIBLING. they seem to enjoy living in auradon. i’ve heard they’re known to be RESILIENT + GUARDED. we’ll be keeping an eye on them to see how they’ll write their own story. +arathorn is adopted to allow for audrey!

hi its me again and this ARI !! his face is harvey kinkle whom i love but i also rly love this lord-of-the-rings named boi so here he goooes, ALSO PLOT IDEAS BELOWW

appearance-wise: brown hair! ross lynch’s height (5′11). pretty lean, not too muscular, but healthy and fit. 

when he was younger tho, he was like a puny thing, all elbows and knees

arathorn was the child of the captain of the guard, who died (along with his wife) of a severe, sudden illness. no one knows the cause, and aurora’s parents were quick to assume that the cause was magic -- though there’s no real evidence for this, they assumed it because it happened at the time of the creation of the isle, so they believe that maleficent or some other sorceror had cursed people. 

ari was a year old when his parents died

aurora and phillip were arathorn’s godparents, and they adopted him without a second thought

then when he was 7 years old, he was playing in the moors next to the castle when he heard a voice that beckoned him to follow it, deep into the forest. he was missing for almost a whole day until he was found in a complete different area, free of any injury but with a bewildered look in his eyes

all he can remember was a golden figure telling him to be careful, to be wary, and to be ready for danger, come his 19th birthday

he almost forgot about all this until his 16th birthday, and since then, he’s just been madly preparing and training -- both his body and his mind (but mainly his mind)

in a nutshell: ari’s a diplomat, a pacifist, and a scholar

but he can also wield a sword like no other

to wield king phillip’s sword of truth and shield of virtue is his DREAM

he turned 19 on nov 1

and yes this was when the villain broadcast went out 

needless to say, he was Stressed™

OTHERWISE, he’s a kind, unassuming bean

a good bro

a good bean

feel free to call him “boy scout”

“ari”

“thorny”

“thoooooorn”

“spike”

“spiky”

he’ll answer to anything at this point

he’s very aware his whole name is a pun

being trained to be a knight, to be next captain of the guard and succeed in his father’s footsteps. he’s going through the motions and did the training as a child, and he’s a pretty good swordsman but like ..... he really doesn’t want to

boy just wants to study and be an orator and stuff :((

PHILLIP’S TELLING HIM HE HAS TO GO TO KNIGHT’S ACADEMY AND HE’S LIKE NO DAD PLS

he has a pet squirrel that’s been with him since he was 16

calls him “termite” bc he cant stop munching on wood

termite comes and goes as he pleases

very good with animals, and for some reason can distinguish one from the other

he names all the animals he meets

honestly never been into sports, he’s terrible at tourney bc he physically cannot make himself fight or tackle ppl for no good reason

that kid who skipped gym class

wants to solve problems with talking, not fighting

loves to read, loves to think, also has a passion for drawing and sketching

thoughts on the isle and VKs: he thinks the isle was a terrible idea from the start, and once he went on his politics-binge he became even more uncomfortable with it, and sort of ashamed of his kingdom’s contribution

under the tutelage of flora and fauna, he began to believe in villains being a product of their environment. doesn’t believe that anyone’s “naturally evil”

but he gets conflicted when he DOES meet ppl who stir up trouble for no reason

still tho, he wants to like end the isle, and move everyone back over here and start rehabilitation programs and help them start new lives

he has all these ideas but doesn’t want to bother king ben about it, mainly bc he’s still awkward that he used to date his sister

loves audrey to bits and will protect her from whatever

hurt his family and he’ll be so conflicted bc we shouldn’t use our anger like this but also YOU HURT HIS FAMILY

HAS ALL THESE IDEAS but was probably quiet about them from the start because aurora’s family was so anti-villain and then audrey was so mad at mal and the core four

thoughts on the core four: he thought evie was rly cute, and rly liked jay and carlos, but was careful around mal so he didn’t make her mad

BUT NOW HE WANTS TO TAKE ACTION

so far he’s been more of a planner, than a doer, and he’s still trying to get away from becoming a knight. he sort of feels like he has no choice, so he can honour his father’s legacy so until then he’s going to do as much as he can

AND PLOT IDEASSS

someone he studies with, and they’re a good studying pair, don’t distract each other and they always go for like milkshakes afterwards or something to destress, and its a little bit like an old ladies club bc they just talk about their week like “sigh im too old for this crap”

Old Wives Auradon Club

someone he studies with, and they’re TERRIBLE influences, but ari still hangs out with them anyway bc they keep the mood light

they also probably get ari into trouble a lot 

someone that gets into trouble a lot and ari is ALWAYS the one who bails them out

probably with the weakest reasons ever

but ari can charm any authority figure

he rly believes in his charming power over elderly people hfbvkerhb

LOVES THE BUREAUCRACY

but also wants to change it to be more fair and just

someone he butts heads with (preferably an AK) about the isle, like an AK that’s still prejudiced towards VKs

need that drama

any VKs to interact with would be amazing, he can either be their new best friend, or like be suspicious of him, or actually he’s really gonna try to make their voices heard, so he’d defs listen to their concerns

VK who hates his guts and he’s still trying to help them anyway

VK he ends up being super annoyed w for any reason jhbvw but he still wants to help anyway

VK he ends up being good friends with

ALL THE POSSIBILITIESS

someone who tells him that VKs and villains are planning something

BC THEN he’d just be like “oh no this is what the moors lady was telling me” 

he’ll probably try and stop them and anyone involved tho

but diplomatically

that’s the most important part about arathorn tbh, he’s a diplomat and wants to solve things by discussion, not by fighting

someone termite (the squirrel) pesters and they always tell ari to stop termite but ari’s like “literally i cant tell him to do anything”

someone magical to be friends w bc ari loves magic a LOT, and it’d be a lot of afternoons of ari asking a million questions and being fascinated the whole time and like “can you turn my hair green, can you turn me into a frog”

someone that knows about his moors incident -- the whole truth behind it. bc then we get the feels.

CHILDHOOD AK FRIENDS, KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE THEY WERE TODDLERS OR WHATEVER PLS

and any of these can be any gender, any age, VK or AK, he can have the same rship with diff people, im good w it fam !

#wickedhqs:intro #love me a stressed teenager #( info )

[amandayuebing]

My Life is Very Shoujo Manga,  Chapter 5: President outdone by a baby 👶🏻

Friday, 29th of August 2014, I witnessed my first Fukuda Cup. Not only did I learn more about kendo and how its competitions work, but I learned a little more about the people in the club as well.

Since I was part of the beginners’ group who had just started kendo less than a month ago, we weren’t participants in the competition but were encouraged to watch take in what was happening as its own learning experience. 

I walked into the sports hall and greeted Gloria and Marianne. Gloria complimented me on my outfit! I was wearing my favourite black tee, a pair of jeans, a simple pair of heels and red lipstick — a simple, but cute outfit. However, as soon as Gloria complimented me, Marianne said in a rather caustic tone, “of course, honey! It’s a Friday night!”

Watching my first Fukuda cup was honestly thrilling. You didn’t have to understand much to feel the energy in the room —  the sounds of kendokas bodies, armour and bamboo swords colliding; kiai (気合) filling the shiai-jo; people cheering “faito!” 

It was also, honestly, a little overwhelming, and I wasn’t sure if I’ll ever get used to the fear I felt even as an onlooker. But this was just the beginning of my journey, so I was willing to at least give it a try before deciding exactly how I felt about kendo.

Tony was a Kyu player at the time, but Fukuda-sensei said he played too well to go against other Kyu players, so he was apparently always thrown into the Dan division.

I felt most excited about his matches, more than just because he was my crush, but honestly, his spirit he has as a kendoka was intense and captivating. He lost against Hugh-sensei, but oh my gosh, I felt immensely proud of him anyway!

After his matches, Tony walked over to Mal and I and he asked me to hold his competition shinai to feel the difference between that, and a normal shinai. The handle was subtly more hexagonal than round, but I lost all eloquence in that moment from shyness and the “oh shit” feeling of being glared down by Marianne. 

All I could manage to squeak out of me was, “it feels different,” which confused Tony, because he thought I said “sticky” and he gave me a confused look and asked, “it’s not sticky...?”

With there still being the screaming of a match in the background, and my voice naturally not being very loud, I had to whisper in his ear, “diff-er-ent. Not sticky. Like... the shape...”

Marianne kept pacing back and forth after the competition ended and the kendoka were getting changed. I was waiting for Gloria who said she’d be happy to walk me home, and Mallory was waiting with me. Marianne suddenly walked over to Mallory and I and said, “you can go home now, you know?” Yikes.

I smiled and told her, “Thanks Marianne, we do know. We’re just waiting for our other friends,” and she walked away.

I whispered to Mal to ask if she got the vibe I was getting, and yes B2, she was feeling it too… And from June as well? She also felt that. “Amanda, we’re on their hit lists…” Shit.

Whew, to lighten the mood a little I need to tell you also about the cutest baby (okay, technically a toddler but any child under 4 years old I call a “baby” :3) who’d come to watch his daddy’s matches with his mummy. He had the roundest cheeks and his own baby shinai. I said hello to him and his mother, and he blew me a kiss. My heart!

His mother told him to wink at me, and he gave me the most aggressive/hard wink I’ve ever seen instead. He was honestly the cutest.

Mal and I didn’t go to “second dojo” (a.k.a. the bar, for alcohol, not like the lawyers’ bar, or barre I’m used to these days) last time because I’m not a huge fan of drinking. Or drunk people. But Mal made me promise to just try and socialise with everyone a bit more… I really didn’t want to. I just wanted to go home, but since Mal was going to be walking me home, well, I had no choice… But it was loud, and crowded. And Marianne was there giving me the classic glare. I felt really unhappy for some reason, despite nothing really happening. I think in my heart I knew why.

A badly timed phone call from someone I really missed and hardly got to speak to made me feel even worse. I didn’t get to my phone on time, and all I heard was the voicemail. 

I felt very distressed and lonely, after realising how much I missed this person, who was currently far away. When I got home, I tried calling them back but I couldn’t reach them and spent a lot of the night crying.

I texted Mal when I got home to let her know I was feeling sad. For the first time, I told her something I hadn’t been able to open up about with anyone else. And I also told her how I felt about how Marianne was acting that night, but how cute Tony is. I apologised for bringing up so much drama, but she told me talking about Tony never feels like drama :3.

WELL.

Then the next morning, my parents came to visit, so I woke up feeling significantly better. It feels good to have people you care about being around.

I messaged Tony later in the day to let him know how I thought him winking at me last night was “cute, and only almost as cute as the baby that were there last night with the baby shinai, watching his dad’s shiais” (‘cos I mean, not only did the baby aggressively-blinked/winked me, but blew me kisses as well! Obviously the baby wins! Maybe...?)

Tony’s response to that was cute, also. 

“Oh, snap. Outdone by a baby ;).”

#kendo #romance #love story #mlvsm #my life is very shoujo manga #story #shoujo manga #manga #shoujo anime #anime #shoujo #my writing #my story #true story #non-fiction #cute #funny #memories #reminiscing #writing #writer #writers on tumblr #personal #personal story

[angelblumes]

hi hi hiii so one of my fam members is ignoring me 😟😤I tried texting her many times, but at least I tried. She knows that im here for her i dont know if she is there for me tho but its ok. I drank coffee for the first time in a couple weeks and its 1 30am and im up. I had therapy today, fun activity: timeline of my life by year and it will be mostly "traumatic" events. I say "traumatic" because technically they are, but tis normal to me Im a pretty afraid person so im scared I thought abt my past so much. I found out that I could start going to a lgbt support group im excited to see 😁 we for real on the same wavelength, tmi but Im also on my . this week. 🙄 I wish I could tell you my dreams because even-Steven, I dont remember though. We did research on that possible diagnosis today 👀 uh yeah I might have it, it scare me😔 but dont worry its not bad. TWO (2!!!) caterpillars crawled on me today I took them to safety tho. They dont scare me as much as other bugs do for some reason. It sounds silly but I'm a little afraid of butterflys so I have no idea why. Okay this is rambly so im sorry but not really because I do like talking to you 😊 Also just post it the og I saw you "🙄" jk. Ok goodbye 'night ❤

hope u slept well❤️ and ok mood. what if i just said that and nothing else😭 jk. i had to do that w my psychiatrist and it was awful like she didn't explain what i was supposed to say so i was like um uh er .... *nonsense*. good luck(?) w the diagnosis!

let's see. i dreamt... something. i don't remember. i woke up intensely thinking about hannibal though so if i had to guess i'd say it was that. now ok i read that one fic the other day. it was bc i saw it on a diff webbed site right so i was like hm i've never ventured into hannigram fic. i wish i still hadn't. like that fic was INSANE but well written. the rest of all hannibal fics ever? just insane😓😭🙁. thats what i did all day. search for good hannigram fics. i read a few decent ones like one where will graham owns a coffee shop but it still includes murder. it was ok. but really i just want will to kill people. like let him be evil! w/o hannibal ab*sing him😐. um wow was that all one thing? i cleaned a little. found this fancy hand cream i forgot i had. its worked rlly well for the skin peeling on my hands but i put it elsewhere today. other peels. hoping it works! so far i just feel greasy. found some other old stuff that just made me super nostalgic 🙁. realized my mom still thinks i'm 8. it's lowkey a little depressing. like she's so contradictory like if i'm too upset i'm a child but if i'm not upset enough "i'm not her baby anymore"..... #5....ummm...... i'm going to sound a little insane here. but i don't have a therapist rn right. and i'm all ohoho hannibal right. so before bed i like to be like oh what if i'm in *whatever media i'm into* so ofc i was like let me do that with hannibal. and the show is him as will's therapist right. so in this scenario i am the will being therapied. therapy-ed. it made me realize how many problems i really do have! and idk made me reflect like how awful i explained it all to my new psychiatrist HAHA. if she was hannibal she would have killed me.

#sorry for the hannibal i cannot help it. its bleeding into my other interests. help! #5 daily things #asks #anyway she would've killed me bc 1. i cry immensely during any sort of talk abt personal things #2. i used up many of her tissues. i set them all on one clean tissue on her couch but what if she didnt see the clean one? #3. soooo many answers were 'i dont know' or i stuttered some nonsense out #i couldnt even tell her im lesbian i want to shake myself like a carnival goldfish

[goodfortune-au]

Good Fortune (Soulmate AU) Chapter 16: The Bubble

Slowly but surely, April became May. Spring began to flourish within the town in the form of light breezes and fragrant flowers, and just as the local flora thrived and prospered, so did the relationship between Angel and Pennywise. His visits had become as regular and routine as the days of her full-time job, and she could not be happier for it. It was almost like a fairytale; Angel would wake to his voice in her ear, she would slip out of bed and get ready for work. She would walk to the library, would feel the warmth of his hand enveloping her own along the way; she would work her shift, she would sometimes encounter him waiting for her when she took her breaks. He would talk to her and make her laugh, he would promise to come back to her when her shift was over. She would spend the rest of the day waiting with bated breath for her shift to finally be done, and then as soon as the clock struck five she would punch out and hurry home, not so much for the sake of safety anymore as much as for her own breathless excitement. While she waited for him to return from wherever he had wandered off to, she sometimes wondered just what he did in his free time when he wasn’t making his visits. She wondered more than ever just what he was, who he was, and who she was by extension. She tried not to let those thoughts get to her too much though; she was enjoying all of this far too much to be of rational mind now. They were in a perfect little bubble together, and she wanted more than anything for it not to pop. And then, just as her mind would start to drift off…

“Hello, my darling.” He would say in a low, gentle tone, often behind her.

“Pennywise!” You could always hear the smile, the unabashed glee in her voice. She would immediately stop what she was doing to turn around and hug him. Time would stop as they both embraced each other, Angel pulling him toward her as tightly as possible, letting all worry and trouble melt away from her flesh with the feeling of silver silk within her fingers. Pennywise, in turn, would return the gesture with a protective sweep of his hands around her back, would feel her shivering ever so gently against him out of relief, out of excitement to see him again. He would relish in it, the taste and scent of her joy, just how trusting she was of him, an entity whose origins and history she truly knew nothing about, yet she willingly gave herself to his care anyway. How delicious it was to savor, the secure knowledge in that she was growing increasingly more accustomed to his presence, was even starting to crave it and yearn for it. He would pet her hair, a silken hand brushing elegantly down the chestnut locks that fall over her shoulders and he would hum, would always sing the same song with throaty vibrations that would echo deliciously through her body.

Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clements…

“How was the rest of your day, sweetheart?” He would always ask when they pulled away from each other.

Angel always dreaded that, the end of the hug. He always felt so warm; the sensation of that familiar warmth traveling through her body was addicting. She would spend what felt like an eternity just clinging to him, treasuring the feeling of him, so real and tangible that she could sometimes hardly believe it. Ever since that fateful night on Valentine’s Day, Angel had spent every day afterward in complete and utter bewilderment at his presence. Everything from his repeated manifestations to his supernatural behavior had her in a befuddled stir; she almost felt the need to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. But no, despite it all, he was quite real, and it was truly as though such a dream had come true. His aura was so pleasant to her, almost like his soul was simply resonating with hers, their respective essences two halves of one whole intertwining so perfectly with one another. It felt so right being with him that she awaited the break of their embrace with a sort of subdued melancholy; the second they parted and the warmth left her body she would resist the powerful urge to simply return to his arms. There almost existed some kind of magnetic pull between them, a surge of something she could only perceive to be otherworldly existing in the both of them, an itching to stay with the other at all costs. Maybe she was just imagining it; maybe it was all in her head. Or maybe, just like him, it truly was real, and she just didn’t understand why yet.

“F*cking terrible.” She would admit with a long, drawn out sigh when she stepped away from him to continue what she was doing. “Work was annoying- the librarian kept getting on my case for the smallest shit imaginable.”

Pennywise would always recline or otherwise make himself comfortable somewhere, whether it be the couch, a chair at her dining table or sitting directly on her bed. If Mayor Jello was nearby, for whatever reason, he would quickly make himself scarce and disappear from the room. He would listen intently to her woes and give her his undivided attention, wanting to make clear to her more than anything that he valued what she had to say. After all, that would endear himself to her all the more, to establish himself as someone who listened to her when very little people in her life so far had allowed her the courtesy.

“Mmm, you haven’t done anything to get on her bad side, have you?”

“Of course not!” She would exclaim, usually amid prep work at her kitchen counter. “I don’t screw around at my job, it only gets me into trouble. When I was working the Bassey Park fairgrounds, I was the only one who got caught if I sat down during my shift.”

“How scandalous.” He would smirk.

“I know, right?” She would scoff. “It didn’t matter that I was the only one who emptied out the garbage cans at the end of the day, or wiped down all the stalls, or cleaned bird shit off the picnic tables, my bosses still had it out for me. That old bat has it out for me, too, I’m pretty sure. Ever since I lost that book last year she’s hardly let me see the end of it.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh.” She stops for a moment, suddenly sheepish. “Guess you weren’t… Around for that. I lost a book forever ago when I checked it out from the library. Some BS historical documentation of the town, guess it was… Pretty rare.”

“Ohhhhh… I see, I see.”

“But I don’t even remember losing it. To be honest, I don’t particularly remember much from that time in general. I guess ever since… Georgie went missing, I fell into a bit of a funk. Still haven’t… Completely come out of it. Grief does weird stuff to you.” She continues chopping, or peeling, or mincing. “Or I guess… Depression does weird stuff to you too.”

He comes to plant a kiss atop her head. “I know, my dear. That’s why I’m here now.”

She smiles at him, blush staining her cheeks. “I know.”

Angel had “clued” Pennywise in about Georgie very soon after they had started talking, some weeks ago when their relationship was just beginning. Who he was, how she had known him, how she thought of him as her own little brother in a fashion. Had told him all about that time in her life, when she was just starting out at the library and how, for a short while, things really felt as though they were changing for the better. How things had only seemed to start going downhill ever since that day he’d gone missing, how it made the kids as well as herself feel broken up and disjointed, how it had made a dark cloud of gloom descend over the town’s collective heads.

How the disappearances hadn’t stopped ever since that day.

Pennywise had known very well about all of these things, but there was nothing he could do for the time being except feign ignorance. No, let her tell him all about the boy, let her regale him with silly little tales of her with those brat children. Let her think for the time being that he was a force apart from that which brought this miserable little town cowering on its knees. It would all come in time. The time was coming for her to learn of who he truly was, but he couldn’t very well simply bring it up in conversation. No, there needed to come a catalyst of some kind, some kind of crossroads to shock her system and forcibly make her cope with the knowledge. He knew it to be a dangerous and risky situation; he knew that, as much as he had made great strides in winning her over, she could be just as easily lost if she responded badly to the revelation. He knew she was a girl of some considerable moral character; he’d known just how much the death of that abhorrent child on Halloween had gotten to her, the survivor’s guilt she had endured for both that and the disappearance of the shopkeeper on New Years. He’d known how much the loss of that little child on the day of his awakening had broken her up in ways she didn’t even realize. He did truly regret that, if he were honest. Had he known the significance of that boy in particular, he’d have selected someone else to take for his first meal. It was true that his role within the town would be an unsavory pill for her to swallow, but it would have been all the more easier for her to grapple with if he’d not taken him. How stupid and impetuous of him, but he would hardly ever admit to such a lapse in judgment. It didn’t matter either way, because he was going to get what he wanted one way or the other.

He allowed himself consolation in the knowledge that, whatever she had endured before, it would surely be different now that he was here. He knew who she was, knew that she was prone to these so-called depression funks, frequent and staggering declines that would have her losing all purpose at best and the will to live at worst. A pattern as a result of patent dissatisfaction with her life, in the routine in which she was mercilessly confined to, monotony she wished so badly to break. Add grief to all that and it was exponentially worse; the poor dear was truly having a rough go of it all this time around. But this time around was different. This time around, he was here. Pennywise was that change she so desperately craved, and he was a change so unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Never before had a paradigm shift so powerful as he come to her on bended knee, offering her the world on a silver platter. Never before had she been treated as anything other than a nuisance or an outcast by society, never had she known such love and had it so genuinely reciprocated. He knew how desperate she was to keep that love, knew she was starved for it and knew she wanted to savor it as long as she possibly could. She expected it all to go wrong eventually, he knew that. And it would, just not in any way she could have ever expected. He was going to make sure this discovery would traumatize her so in that she would seek his comforting touch instead of cowering away from it in fear, for the instinct would be so deeply ingrained she would not be able to stop herself anymore. He would make sure of it.

But no, not today. Not even tomorrow. The time would come, the opportunity would present itself and when it did he would simply make his move. Though she adored what they had, the relationship between them growing more with each passing day, there were still certain aspects she was missing out on, things she wanted but didn’t dare to ask for. And he didn’t push it, because he knew some part of her wasn’t ready for it. Physical affection like hugging or spooning wasn’t off the table; it was just enough to familiarize her with his touch without taking things to the next step. But that next step was coming, and though he could taste that she wasn’t yet comfortable enough to go through with it, to accept it, he knew that hesitation to be growing thinner and thinner by the day. The first kiss… How intimate an exchange, and one he had been dangling in front of her for weeks. Whether it be neck kisses, cheek kisses; whether it be long, lingering looks in each other’s arms or moments of unbearable tension between them, he would simply not allow it to go any further. He knew it was driving her crazy, he wanted that. Even if she wasn’t comfortable with kissing yet, he knew some rebellious part of her yearned desperately for it all the same, and he was delighted to encourage that part of her. Once she was suitably ready for it, and at a time when she needed it most, he would make his move.

Angel had wanted so badly to kiss him, it was something she’d wanted ever since she’d started developing feelings for him watching that silly television show. Back in those days, when all she could do was look at his face through the screen and long for something she never thought she’d be able to have, it was simply torturous. It was such a frustrating feeling, it made her feel helpless, like she was drowning in a sea of painful, shameful longing that she could never escape. And yet, despite all, what bliss it was to look on his face and imagine the hypotheticals; how they would feel pressed together in that moment, sharing in each other’s warmth. They would talk together, laugh together, sway together in each other’s arms. They would fall silent looking into each other's eyes, the tension between them untenably excruciating and then, slowly, one would dip forward and their lips would touch. These were thoughts she would entertain on a daily basis as she got ready in the morning, as she worked her shifts, and as she crawled into bed at night. Hardly a single day passed in which Angel wasn’t plagued with such everpresent wanton desire. Why, then, was she so hesitant to kiss him, take the next step; why was she so powerless to ask for that which would make her so sublimely happy? Hard to say. Call it insecurity on her part, perhaps; Angel had grown up ingrained with the cruel assertion of others that she was disgusting and undesirable. Forget Valentine’s Day, every day outside of that was almost just as bad when there were boys oinking at her in the halls at school, pretending to ask her out and girls calling her fat and ugly in hushed whispers during class. That kind of thing was hard to ignore, as much as her family tried so hard to get her to dismiss those things on those tough nights when she would sit on the floor in a crumpled-up heap and cry her eyes out. Even as she matured she was still haunted by all the words of her peers; she’d spent a time in high school brazenly pretending to ignore it all, shove it back in their faces by wearing the most outlandish things imaginable and spurning their hatred, but as times got tough again she would find herself dressed in increasingly less bold color, almost as though all the joy was being sucked right out of her. All the years of rejection were simply impossible to overlook, and now that she finally had something treating her like she wasn’t the most repugnant thing on the face of the planet, she was… So deathly terrified of doing anything that might jeopardize it. They were in a perfect little bubble together, and she wanted more than anything for it not to pop. What if she tried to kiss him, and he simply rebuffed her? What if he laughed in her face, what if he was revolted by the mere thought? There was some part of her so ill at ease about the thought of pushing him away that she wasn’t comfortable at all in making the first move. No, she wanted him to do it instead. At least that way, she would know that this, all of this, wasn’t just some ridiculous delusion on her part. It was safer.

The fear of rejection steeping on her lovely form was a taste as sweet as wine to Pennywise, one he couldn’t help but savor silently. He couldn’t help it, it was just so tantalizingly delectable on his ancient palate, her fear a flavor so different from the rest of them that it called to him, beckoned to him. He was the only creature on this earth and in existence who was worthy of tasting it, of feeling it dissolve on his tongue like the most cloyingly spun sugar, and though he would not deliberately seek it out, not yet, he could at least delight in sampling that which was born from her own misgivings and insecurities. It was an offering that would sate him for now, but only make him hungrier for what was surely to come. Oh, the delicious little cat and mouse games he longed to play with her. How he longed to take her in his arms, share in the wonderful pull of their mutual tension, a little tacit agreement brewing between the both of them before he released her, before he sent her on her way with a single, simple objective; don’t get caught. It was a primal game Pennywise was well-seasoned in playing, but despite all the years he’d been playing it with his chosen victims, it would be different with her, different in a way Pennywise had never truly experienced. And he would surely win. He always did, and when he did he would delight in the spoils that waited before him, spoils he had been waiting to savor for eons; a mate, veins hot with adrenaline from having been found, the blood rushing to her face as she looked at him with desperate, wanton desire and begged with her eyes for him to take her as she lay pinned beneath him. And take her he would. Oh yes, he would give her what she wanted, would give it to her until she was screaming and howling with pleasure into the night, in the cold air of the cistern beneath Derry. He smiles when he thinks of it.

But not now. For now he would simply bide his time and wait, for he knew their relationship was not without hurdles to surpass. He could not give himself to such pleasures until she knew who he was and still trusted him despite it, despite every rational thought in her head screaming for her to get a grip and leave that which brought such pain and suffering to her hometown. She would betray her morals for him, would forsake everything she ever knew to be with him, destined to be his lover and take all that he has to give her not only in compliance, but in willingness to make him happy. He knew how desperate she was to cling to that which brought her own happiness, something which had shown her such generosity and compassion in her greatest times of need, and he would exploit that for all its worth. He would milk her desperation to please him and reward her effort by lavishing her with the utmost love and attention and praise. He had kept up his encouragement of her passions and hobbies as the months progressed, and when she had down days, he was there to offer her comfort and consolation. It was the least he could do for her; after all, she would eventually give herself to him completely, she would belong to him in every sense of the word. She would love him, she would cherish him, she would take care of him. And Pennywise always took care of that which took care of him. Always.

Though Angel was thoroughly distracted with her relationship, she was nonetheless still slightly unnerved by the continued disappearances within the town. The police were still no closer to apprehending the perpetrator of the crimes, not that that particularly mattered to Angel at this point. Given everything she’s seen and heard and experienced, she was fairly certain at this point that whatever was causing all the strife and morbid happenings within the town was no mere man; it had to have been a monster of some kind. The most damning indicator of this was what had transpired on the night of Halloween, where she had bore the unfortunate burden of lying captive witness to the death of Patrick Hockstetter, who had completely disappeared by the morning after. And she knew it was his death; judging by the sounds, the raw, shrill, piercing screams, he was being savaged by something. She did find it strange that the police found no evidence of his body near the Kissing Bridge, not even so much as a single drop of blood. It was all very puzzling, but she couldn’t very well deduce the mystery on her own, no matter how often she was forced to think about it.

So she’d come to Pennywise with questions; whether or not he’d known anything about who was causing it, if he had any power to stop it, if… If he’d had anything to do with it. Pennywise would always deflect the questions. He wouldn’t lie to her, but he wouldn’t tell her the truth either. He would always come around to the same conclusion, would placate her anxiety with the assertion that she was safe, that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her, not now, not ever. And though this was almost enough to soothe her troubles, there was still a part of her that stewed with worry for the children, for the Losers, who were just as vulnerable as anyone else to this threat.

“Pennywise I… I’m so scared. What if it… What if it gets them? I can’t… I can’t even think about it...”

She would shake like a leaf as she confided in him, would cling to him like a fear-soaked babe fresh awake from a nightmare, and then one day when the town was haunted by one too many chilling disappearances, she had started to beg, implore him to do for them as he had done for her, pressing her head into his chest as she sobbed and cried.

“...Could you… Protect them too? You’ve kept me from harm all this time, and they mean so much to me… Please… Please… ”

He would shush her as he petted her hair, would soothe her with trilling, chirruping insect song, would hum with pleasure as her sniffles gradually tapered into silence within his hold, as the hours passed between them. And he would reassure her, would tell her exactly what she wanted to hear.

“I’ll do as you say darling, I’ll do whatever makes you happy, you have Pennywise’s word.”

But that did not make him happy. No, it made him rife with dismay, to know that she was still so attached to the little shits, the only ones who stood in the way between him and his ultimate happiness, what he had been waiting for years upon years upon years for. It dismayed him so to think of her so committed to their safety that she might… Reject the revelation of who he was, might turn away from him and toward them in her grief. He doesn’t like that she’s so involved with them; she belonged to him. Only him. He wanted her to care about no one else, nothing else, and he wanted to work on slowly eroding their bond. He wanted so badly to eat the little brats, just pick them off one by one until they were gone from this world, nothing more than an irritating afterthought. Nothing would bring him greater satisfaction than to deprive her of that which distracted her from her purpose, her betrothal to him, being promised to him and him only. Yes, he would do as she beseeched him to do; he would hold back from taking them. The time would come when he wouldn’t have to anymore, and he waited with impatience for that day, but that day was not now. She still had yet to come under his spell completely and irrevocably, she still had yet to find out who he truly was and accept it. When she did, and she inevitably would in time, she would not care for them or their wellbeing anymore, she would stand idly by as he disposed of them once and for all.

As the month of May progressed, she continued to keep the company and counsel of the Losers, who slowly but surely came back to continue their visitations following the… Incident that had occurred on Uno night some weeks back. They’d been worried for her but did their best to shrug off her strange behavior, writing it off as simply an anomaly, and in time it had been all but completely forgotten. The school year was winding to a close and they naturally had a number of tales to tell regarding their misadventures. In time, the Losers had even gradually brought with them a couple brand new additions to their group; short and stocky sensitive sweetheart Ben Hanscom who harbored a passion for building things and Beverly Marsh, a snarky, tough-as-nails wildchild with fiery red hair to match her temperament. They were a natural fit for the group, had stumbled into it one day via an altercation with Bowers and his gang of thugs and been welcomed in with open arms. The kids were all too eager to induct a couple new faces, for they all knew very well that there was safety in numbers. With the growing coalition of Losers and the promise of Pennywise to watch over them, Angel felt more and more at ease despite the daunting atmosphere of Derry.

“Show ol’ Anj your battle scar, Ben.” Richie says boisterously in the living room that night. They had sought refuge at Angel’s house following the big standoff.

Ben hesitates before hiking up his shirt. There’s a crudely carved H for Henry Bowers etched into the soft flesh of his stomach.

“See that shit?”

“Whoa, Bowers got you good, huh Ben?” Angel says leaning back, arms crossed. “I swear, that kid is a f*ckin’ timebomb if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Yeah, Angel used to have the worst time trying to keep him in line.”

“Were you a teacher or something?” Ben asks, pulling his shirt back down.

“Oh no.” Angel laughs. “Couldn’t pay me enough for that shit. I was a TA.”

“The only one worth a damn. Richie recalls, fishing through a bag of Doritos for the perfect chip. When he finds one suitably encrusted in cheese dust he continues. “Used to charge for answer keys. Five bucks a quiz, ten bucks a test. I had an A in math for an entire semester because of her.”

“I kind of remember that.” Beverly speaks up. “It was a rumor floating around the halls for a while, but I never had that class. You really did that?”

“Had to make a little pocket change somehow.” Angel sighs. “But those days are over, sad to say.”

“Yeah, now she’s a boring old working stiff. Can’t protect us from the big kids anymore because she’s got a serious full-time job now.” Eddie laments.

“Hey, I’ve got bills to pay. I can’t get by just by babysitting four kids with extremely bad luck.”

“Make that six kids with extremely bad luck now.” Stan says with a smile evident in his voice. Everyone laughs. Bill pats Angel sympathetically on the back.

Angel would never mention Pennywise. To tell the truth, she saw absolutely no point in it, and it seemed an affair best kept private anyway, at least for the time being. After all, the children didn’t have much business knowing the intimate details of her love life, so she kept it to herself. That wasn’t even getting into the aspects of his existence she didn’t even know how to explain, like all the gifts she had received for months from a mysterious benefactor, how he had courted her without her knowledge through said gifts and came to her in her dreams, how he finally wound up introducing himself on such a sordid occasion when she needed it most. Besides, she rather enjoyed that she had something just for her that she didn’t have to share with anyone. It felt intimate, it felt special. This thing, this… Relationship she had with him, it was all so new. She truly didn’t know how to explain it to anyone, not even her family and least of all the kids. Her family… That was a matter all its own she had no idea how to address. She knew they would be ecstatic she had finally found someone, a… Boyfriend of some fashion, but he was a clown, and most bafflingly of all he clearly wasn’t human. She doesn’t even know how to imagine bringing him to visit with them, didn’t know how she could possibly explain herself to them. How would she explain the way they’d met? Would she have to lie? Of course she would.

Pennywise’s patent lack of human qualities was growing more apparent by the day. She’d known from the moment he’d come to her that he was not of this earth, but as the days continued and she’d spent more time with him she was growing more and more aware of that fact. She didn’t necessarily mind; she’d always wanted something… Different in a significant other, not that she ever imagined in a million years that she’d get what she wanted in such a bizarre fashion. The way the gifts he’d given her were inexplicably left in convenient places for her to find, the way he effortlessly infiltrated her dreams and her mind time after time after time, the way he was able to make himself puzzlingly appear on the TV and touch her without physical presence were all very convincing indicators of just such a revelation. It didn’t bother her; she found it fascinating, she found it enchanting. He was just so wonderfully interesting, and she loved to simply marvel at everything he could do.

But yes, in addition to all of this, there was more to him, and she was seeing it all with each passing day. He would make the strangest noises. There was of course the insectile chittering she could hear emanating off of his form from time to time, but sometimes when he was watching the Derry local news, a low, rolling, rumbling growl would rise in his throat, something raw and primal and animalistic that seemed to shake up through the floor like an earthquake of some kind. She interpreted it as dismay on behalf of the disappearances. He would sometimes change his size; though he normally stood at a towering seven-foot stature over her, he would sometimes appear even taller than usual. He’d come to cuddle with her one day in a hulking, massive form that had taken up most of the living room and dining area, and she’d been so taken with his colossal appearance that she had dropped her things by the door and immediately gone to join him. She had fit snugly within the curve of his arm. And most interestingly of all, he would shapeshift himself when she would make art; would act as a model for her ghoulish creative endeavors and mold his face into gruesome shapes for her pieces. She adored this quality most of all, found it… Attractive, in a sense. She’d grown up quite fascinated with the morbid and the grotesque, and knowing he could assume such forms only drew her in to him that much more. It was becoming more apparent with each passing day that he seemed perfect for her in so many ways. She was… She was in love with him.

There was, of course, a small part of her that was still slightly paranoid, though. Despite how perfect things were, despite the bubble, she had a slight niggling sense that things were just a little too perfect, like there was mold and maggots beneath all the saccharine cake and frosting of their relationship. She was afraid some kind of shoe would drop, a realization would come to light which jeopardized the idealistic nature of their rapport and she would be left with the rotten taste of it all. Watching him day after day, keenly observing little hints of monstrous behavior, some part of her was scared. Asking him questions about the dark presence within the town and coming back with repeatedly inconclusive answers, some part of her was slightly intimidated. She knew her suspicions to be an absurd notion after all he had done for her and all he had continued to promise to do, but some small part of her feared it all the same. Yes, despite the purity of their dynamic, all the love and trust that had been established so far between them, some part of Angel… Feared that he was the monster.

That was ridiculous though or, at least, that was what she would tell herself. Pennywise was sweet, he was considerate and compassionate, nothing at all like the thing that had seemingly brought such pain and suffering upon the town. He was protective and gallant, he was her guardian angel and he’d vowed not to let anything happen to her or the children so, honestly, just how could she justify laying such baseless accusations against him? So he was a little on the inhuman side. That meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. It didn’t mean he was a monster, and it certainly didn’t mean he had ill intentions. And though it was selfish and wrong of her to think such thoughts, a small, indifferent part of her conscience made the admission that, as long as she and the kids were safe, it really didn’t matter much whether he was the monster or not. She personally had nothing to worry about, she knew she would be protected from it, and that was all she needed to sleep soundly at night. It was terrible, and she dared not admit it out loud, but it was a thought she harbored all the same.

Pennywise knew of these thoughts, knew all about how they were plaguing her mind and consciousness day after day after day. How could he not when, after all, he’d been the reason for all the dissidence in her head? Exposing some of his own monstrous traits had not been a thoughtless mistake on his part; no, no, Pennywise had done just such a thing on purpose and with the explicit intention of making her familiar with the unsavory revelations she’d soon be contending with. He wanted her to see those sides of him, wanted her to not only see them but accept them, even if it was still hard for her. After all, when all was said and done, she would not only abide his wicked transgressions but openly aid in them as well, even if it was not a transition made overnight. He couldn’t wait for the day when she could join him at his side in his hunts but in the meantime he needed to take the necessary steps to slowly introduce her to the idea of her purpose. He knew that he had already come along quite a ways in this particular endeavor. He knew that she liked cuddling in the crook of his massive arm, found herself silently stirring with something deliciously wanton she didn’t quite understand at the sounds of his snarling growls at the TV. Knew that she loved seeing him take monstrous forms for her little art projects, that she was little more than thrilled to find that he could appeal to such macabre corners of her psyche by visualizing such morbid things. He could already taste her willingness to justify his role within the town in the name of preserving her own relationship, knew that to be indicative of a darker, more twisted side to her that lay dormant, waiting to be awakened, one he would try in earnest to rouse from its slumber. She was meant for him, she was, and this was the reason why, beyond anything else that had been made apparent to him so far. No one else in this shitty little existence could find such things so attractive rather than polarizing in a significant other, could accept such beastly behavior for the sake of love and love alone. Angel truly was something special.

It was the middle of May when she was beginning to reach her breaking point, and Pennywise could sense it, could taste it. It drove him positively wild, but one wouldn’t be able to tell that by his composure; no, by all appearances, Pennywise was positively cool and collected. He was able to keep a lid on things with the greatest of ease, play the part of the suave and charming suitor for, after all, he’d been preparing for this for eons. He’d been imagining these precious moments for so many years, and now that they were within his reach he intended to savor each and every one. He would only get to experience these things once, and the way it all melted on his palate was worth all the hard work, the excruciating months spent looking on her from afar and wishing he could simply hold her in his arms. That first night they’d spent together was such bliss for him, it took everything he had to take everything slow and not move too quickly. If he’d gone too far in their first real meeting he’d risk putting her off. He had showered her in physical affection but had held off from giving her anything concrete, anything of real substance. But regardless of how much he forced himself to hold back, he had basked in the flavor of her innocent desire, in the way she gave herself to his embrace completely and utterly, how she’d fallen asleep in his arms, her gentle breath syncing with his alien heartbeat. Pennywise was not one often capable of such unabashed emotion, but the way he’d felt her stirring contentedly in his hold was enough to make the eldritch beast swoon. How delighted he’d been, to have won her over so easily. Such easy prey.

And it was getting easier by the day. Pennywise found keeping her favor was exceedingly simple at this point. She gobbled up his attention like candy, would talk to him eagerly every day when he would come to visit, would obey his every little command, the way he subtly directed their conversations or beckoned her to sit with him on his lap or simply encouraged her to accept his compliments. It was all a very nuanced manipulation on his part; every interaction was a calculated step in his overarching plan. She was all too excited to oblige in all of it, too moonstruck to consider ulterior motives or devious angles he might be playing at. No, to her, he was her guardian angel, her knight in silken clownsuit; she adored him, she idolized him. He had given to her what she had built up in her mind as the be-all-end-all of human existence, reciprocal love and affection she had never known her entire life. And he had decided he would not delicately introduce his true presence in the town. He would make sure the epiphany disjointed her at her core, would force her to confront it at her most vulnerable, at a time when she was least likely to reject it. It would be a hard pill to swallow for sure, but with all that he had achieved in their relationship thus far, he was all but certain she would eventually come around to it.

Angel was so positively consumed by the honeymoon phase of their relationship and so reassured by his vow to keep a protective watch over her and the children that life was progressively becoming easier to cope with again. The bad wasn’t gone, and of course she wasn’t immune to hard days, but hard days were easier to bear when he was there at her side, cheering her on with a syrupy sweet voice and a winning smile. Pennywise knew that constant attention and approval was the key to winning her heart, and he was content to lavish her with the utmost validation and deference until she would do nothing but hang on his every word. It wasn’t as though he was doing it just to win her over, either. No, she was his queen, and she deserved only the best, from him and from anyone who had the privilege of making her acquaintance. She was the lone sunbeam in an otherwise dim and bleak horizon, the only thing upon this plane that Pennywise would spare of any mortal pain and suffering. He would not hurt her, he would always treat her with the greatest gentility and care, would only treat her roughly when she explicitly asked for it, when she desired it from him. And he would, always, always give her what she asked for, if she begged and pleaded for it sweetly enough to garner his honest consideration. He would spoil her, he would pamper her, he would give her the world. He loved her.

She was getting better as the days went by. It had started out rough; even in her lovestruck elation she was still in the midst of a bad depression spell, and it was evident in the way she behaved and conducted herself around him. When he had first started talking to her, he had an awfully difficult time trying to get her to accept compliments. She would always deflect them or reject them outright, and she often avoided eye contact with him. Her hair was often disheveled at best and greasy at worst, and a lot of the time when he would come to visit he would find her in the process of gorging herself on unhealthy foods, which she would very quickly try to hide from him upon his arrival. It would make her gain weight, and it was something she was clearly upset about. She would wear a lot of the same things when he came to her, and he found that she dressed very unremarkably in general as a result, a stark contrast to what he knew of her wardrobe patterns in high school when she was of a little more self-assurance. He would never remark on her weight with any negativity, he would simply reaffirm his attraction to her whenever she was feeling inadequate, would tell her just how much he liked her curves, that she was so delightfully soft to feel pressed against him. It was with all his attention and unflagging positivity in regards to her that Angel found herself with her head lifted a little higher every day, her confidence increasing until she found herself rediscovering joy in things she had long ago lost passion in. She had even started dressing a little bolder in response to his flattery, finding his words so addicting that she had started reintroducing color and vibrance back into her ensembles. Gone once more were the days of drab, baggy turtlenecks and long, draping skirts that hid the form; Angel was bolstered, so out came the blouses, the mesh, the fishnet tights and the flaring miniskirts once more. And Pennywise loved all of it.

It had bled over into her work routine as well. Sure, the daily grind at the library never changed, and sometimes it got a little boring, but the possibility of seeing or hearing from Pennywise always put a smile on her face. She would always get the same stupid, dopey little grin when he crept into her mind; she would feel warm, she would start to blush, she would get restless at thoughts of him. Thoughts of his voice, thoughts of those eyes boring down into hers. Thoughts of just how tall he was, how his hair in the shadows was a gorgeous auburn that burned fiery orange when it finally caught the light, how crisp and immaculate his makeup always was, that it never seemed to smear. Thoughts of the way he would talk to her, how kind and charming and funny he was, the sing-song lilt when he would purr her name. The way he would rock her in his arms when they were alone… The way he would feel pressed against her at night… All the chemicals, all the tension between them over the weeks and yet he still hadn’t kissed her. It was driving her positively insane. She knew it to be ridiculous on her part; if she really wanted it so bad, shouldn’t she just reach out and take it? But she couldn’t for the life of her be so bold. Though Pennywise had restored bits and pieces of her confidence, this was nonetheless an area in which she had little knowledge or experience, and of course there was still that part of her that was deathly afraid of rejection. She wanted it from him, wanted more than anything to feel his lips against hers, velvety soft and wet, wanted him to take that leap for the both of them and bring them into a new level in their relationship. She wanted more intimacy, she wanted to share herself, she wanted to know more about him.

She’s getting lost in thoughts of him as she works one Friday afternoon, letting delicious musings carry her on light feet as she walks through the rows of tidy bookshelves, cataloguing returns. The pile yields many of the same books from days and weeks before, popular reads that would get checked out on a regular basis that she’d grown accustomed to seeing in the bin every now and then. And the patrons are largely the same as ever too; the library was prone to attracting only a certain ilk of Derry’s population, either students who took their academia at least a little bit seriously and seniors who often had nothing better to do, sometimes frazzled parents who needed someplace to bring their child that would occupy their fickle minds. She’s humming a song that’s been stuck in her head all day ( The Ghost in You by the Psychedelic Furs), looking forward to the end of her shift with a kind of pleasant, stirring excitement. She wears her favorite silk sweater with a chic checkered circle skirt and colorful argyle socks, and around her neck is the pearl heart and the necklace he had given her for her birthday. It jingles delicately with every step she takes, when she bends down to place another book back in its designated row, and when she turns around to grab another book from the pile. The library is expectedly quiet, so she’s left to carry on in her fantasies undisturbed, the only sounds in the room being the gentle sound of turning pages and the mechanical whirr of the AC unit overhead. She’s nearing the end of the pile for the day, she almost looks forward to taking the front desk again so she can sit down and rest her feet for a while. The librarian is nowhere to be seen; she can only assume that she’s off attending to some important matters she need not concern herself with. She simply continues in her duties, her thoughts drifting through elegant pictures of her dashing suitor, and she feels the heat creeping across her cheeks again at the thought of him. She finds herself drifting off, her eyes glazing as she thinks of his towering stature, his beautiful smile, and she pushes the cart forward--

“Hey.”

She snaps back into attention, her eyes shifting back into focus as her fantasy is brought to a screeching halt. She almost thinks she hallucinated the voices behind her, but then she hears the giggling. She turns around. There’s a group of three boys standing before her in a loose circle. They looked to be roughly Bower’s age, or even a little older, and they all wear a leering sneer on their faces. She can sense the judgement in their collective stare as she backs up into the cart.

“I… C-Can I help you..?” She stutters. She wonders what they could have possibly been laughing about. Was there some sort of “kick me” sign taped to her back or something?

“I knew it was you.”

“I… Huh?”

“You’re that chick Henry always talked about.”

She feels sick. Time suddenly slows to a crawl as she stands before them, and she knows she looks stupid just staring back at them but there’s nothing else she can do. She’s frozen to the spot. She knows what’s coming.

“Didn’t I tell you she looked familiar?”

“Yeah, he was always going on about some bitchy lesbo TA, always getting him into trouble at school. Said she wore the tackiest trash imaginable.”

“That has to be you, right? I mean, god, look at that skirt with those socks. You’ve gotta be a fag if you’re gonna wear shit like that.”

Where was Pennywise? Where was anybody? She’s desperate for someone, anyone to come to her rescue, save her from this awful situation before it got too out of hand.

“He said you had a big mouth too. Why aren’t you talking back, huh? Scared of a bunch of boys, you flaming queer?”

All those hurtful words are pelting her like bullets and she’s speechless with disgust. No one comes to her aid, no one even seems to register what’s going on, even as their voices rise to regular speaking volume. They all continue in what they’re doing, simply negligent or at the very least patently oblivious to the current happenings. All she can do is keep taking steps backward. She’s abandoned the cart, she’s inching back towards the south wall of bookshelves, but she comes into contact with something solid behind her. A hand snakes up her skirt to grab her ass and she squeaks helplessly, biting back a yelp. When she whips around again she finds another one behind her, and there’s a chorus of derisive laughter from the gaggle of boys. This one is bigger, stocky and intimidating. His breath reeks as he leans down to whisper to her, seemingly so no one else could hear but she knew better. She knew better.

“You’re pretty hot for a dyke, you know that? I bet I could change you.”

“Bet we all could.” One of them chimes in from behind her. She shivers with revulsion. Her mind is screaming for anyone to intervene but there’s only silence from the rest of the room. Not even the librarian, who had the habit of manifesting at truly the worst of times, was anywhere to be seen. She wants Pennywise. She’s begging for him in her mind; she wonders where she is, she’s frantically trying to will him here, thinking that if she tries hard enough he might just show up and take care of them for her, protect her. Where’s Pennywise, where’s Pennywise? God, where is he? She feels the tears prickling in her eyes, and the boy laughs meanly, the rest of them joining in. When it dies down the boy leans in again with an insidious whisper.

“...When do you get off, sweetheart? I’d like to get off with you.”

And that’s it. That’s all she can take. She kicks into fight or flight mode and shoves past him, and she runs, runs all the way into the bathroom in the employee lounge, ignoring the laughter behind her as she does so. She runs in, slams the door shut and locks it, her heart pounding restlessly in her chest. She can’t come out, won’t come out. The tears well in her eyes now and she sinks down onto the tile floor. One sob comes gurgling out of her throat, and then another, and then before she knows it she’s bawling into her hands, stifling her fear and misery as much as she possibly could in the closed off confines of the bathroom. That cold fear is still spiking through her veins and she cannot assuage it even as she rubs her arms pensively and takes deep, shuddering breaths in through her runny nose and out through her mouth. And through it all she's half-expecting Pennywise to come to her in the way that he always did, give her that telltale sign that signified his arrival, but all she felt was cold, so cold. She knew she should have stood up to them but she was just so scared. It didn't matter how much he had built up her confidence or how bold she appeared on the outside; she was still the same timid, scared girl on the inside, too afraid to do anything that might put her in any real danger. She almost wished she could still be that brazen girl of her high school years but that girl was mostly gone; she'd had it simply beaten out of her over the years with harsh, biting words and cruel cold shoulders. She could put on a brave front for the kids, but when she was alone she was just some shrinking violet, a wallflower that no one would pay attention to because she was just so plain and unremarkable.

She’s so afraid that they might have followed her back there, she just spends eternal minutes cowering in the bathroom, imagining dark hypotheticals that have her shaking like a leaf in turbulent winds. They had… They had threatened to… She’s sucking in heaving breaths through her lungs as she hyperventilates, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind and wishing, hoping to god that Pennywise would come to her. Just where was he? He wasn’t in her head, he wasn’t even whispering to her, he was completely and utterly AWOL. She had gotten so accustomed to his regular presence that she hadn’t stopped to consider that he might be completely absent in such a pressing situation. He was her guardian angel, just what use was he if he couldn’t even be here to protect her? No, no, that wasn’t fair. She chastises herself for thinking such awful things. He was more than that to her, he offered her so much more than a vow of protection that she couldn’t possibly take any of it for granted. Perhaps he was busy, perhaps he was caught up in something else. He did seem to have something of an agenda, even if she hadn’t any idea what that agenda was. She wished she knew more about him, wished she understood him more. She wished she had any clue who he was.

She lets her sobs taper into sniffles and then she gets up from the floor to drag herself over to the sink. She turns on the faucet and splashes cold water on her face, rubbing her reddened eyes and cheeks until they were no longer wet with tears. She lays her head in her hands and sucks in a deep breath through her nose, and then she blindly reaches for some napkins to towel off her face. Once her face is dry she blows her nose, and then she stares at herself in the mirror, small and feeble and powerless behind the mirror glass. She hates the way she looks, she hates it, hates the slope of her jaw and the curve of her nose and the perpetual bags under her eyes. She finds herself wondering just how Pennywise even found her attractive at all in the first place when she was just so… Ugly. She tries to push those thoughts away but they make themselves prominent nonetheless in her vulnerable state of mind, her mind rationalizing that maybe Pennywise finally came to his senses and left her behind just like everyone else eventually did, and that’s why he wasn’t here. It wouldn’t surprise her. It would hurt, but it wouldn’t surprise her.

She knows she can’t stay in the bathroom forever, as much as she might like to, so she takes a heaving deep breath and carefully opens the door. It creaks ever so slightly as she does, and she steps back into the employee lounge. The boys surely had to be gone by now, she assumed they all must have left after they’d had their fun, had no other reason to stick around in such a dull place. She hopes more than anything that they are, she hadn’t the strength to face them, not after how mortally embarrassing the first encounter was. She hates herself for not standing up to them; had it been two or even three years earlier she might have thrown it all back in their faces, carelessly and capriciously insulted them back all in an attempt to maintain bravado, but she wasn’t that person anymore, as much as she wished she was. All that confidence was simply gone now; it didn’t exist as long as there were still people in the town to ostracize and ignore her, as long as she was crushed under the existential weight of adult life, as long as she felt this way. She wanted desperately to be that person again, for herself and for Pennywise. He deserved someone infinitely better than her, not that she could ever admit that out loud to him. She found herself so gobsmacked on a daily basis that he wanted to be with her, that he liked her at all, that he enjoyed her company and seemed to genuinely want to see her. Not that that seemed to matter now, she thinks bitterly as she walks down the steps back into the main room.

She forces herself to go back to work, forces herself to pretend that she felt normal as she comes back to her unfinished returns. She looks around warily, scanning over the space, over every shelf and every perceivable nook and cranny of the library before she lets her gaze lower back down to the cart. They seemed to be gone now, she couldn’t see them anywhere. In fact, the library itself seemed to be relatively barren at this point save for a few lingering students. She breathes a sigh of relief, finding herself comforted at long last by the silence and the fact that her shift was almost over. She’s resolved to get through the rest of it in one piece; she almost dreads taking the front desk again out of fear of interacting with anyone else for the rest of the day but being able to sit down and properly collect her thoughts is a much-needed reassurance. Then she’ll be able to clean up and go home, and leave this terrible day behind her. Maybe she’ll even see Pennywise. She hoped, anyway. She gives a cursory glance to the rest of the books in the pile. They’re mostly nonfiction titles; a few textbooks and a biography or two, but there’s a couple mystery novels and even a western/fantasy epic about a tower in the mix. She takes her sweet time putting back every selection, thinking that for all her trouble she was more than entitled to taking things slow for the rest of the afternoon. She moves with the cart at a leisurely pace, taking deep breaths to ease the lingering anxiety in her head. The pile

is slowly dwindling into nothing, and with the lessening load the clock is ticking further and further past the hour.

She finally reaches the end of the pile, and there’s only one book left, a rambling historical document that could only belong in one place; the archives. Though it was by far her least favorite place in the library to go, she could at least admit that she wouldn’t be bothered by anyone down there; it wasn’t exactly accessible to everyone else. If you wanted anything from the archives you had to ask for it from the librarian specifically. People often didn’t do this out of genuine interest in the history of the town, it was mostly just students doing school projects that required them to do a little halfhearted digging for the sake of adequate grades. She didn’t envy them in the least. She replaces the cart in its usual storage space and musters a big yawn, sparing a glance at the clock overhead. Quarter to four. In no time at all she’ll be taking a broom to the floors, dusting and wiping down all the bookshelves before collecting her things, clocking out and making her journey home. She always liked cleanup time; there was something about mundane tasks like that that allowed her to free her mind of any and all complicated thoughts. She’s all but forgotten the boys by now as she walks, document in arm, through the back rooms of the library and around to the winding staircase that leads down into the archives. She can hear the librarian click-clacking away at her typewriter in her office and she pays it no mind, simply continuing on her way and counting the tiles in her mind. As she meanders along she thinks of Pennywise, wonders if she’ll be seeing him at all when she came home. Who knows, maybe he wasn’t there because he was thinking of surprising her. He did like to do that sometimes. Maybe she was being irrational. Pennywise hadn’t abandoned her, he wouldn’t do such a thing. He… He loved her, didn’t he? She at least liked to entertain the thought. She starts to get warm at the thought of him, and as she makes her way down one flight of steps that warmth only increases. Not in any way that was sweltering or unpleasant, just in a way that swept over the entire body like a comforting blanket. It was the feeling she’d gotten so accustomed to, when he would hold her in her arms or whisper sweet things to her; when she could simply feel his presence, be it through a waiting gift or his own ethereal manifestation. She’s more than attuned to all of this by now, she’s even starting to think that maybe this warmth is a sign that he could be down there waiting for her. They would, after all, be all alone in there, and he loved it when they were all alone. Maybe he would… Maybe he… She blushes at the thought, at the thought of something that she’s been screaming for silently in her mind for weeks every time they came together, at every unbearable moment of tension between them. She wanted it so bad she could hardly stand it.

As she nears the archives she starts to feel that dopey smile creep across her face at the vivid images in her mind, at the tingling warmth that washed over her body with every step, but it sours ever so slightly when she hears a noise. She hears something down there, and she stops. A rat, maybe, or a raccoon? Some kind of pest, most definitely. Angel was the kind of girl who was wary of wild animals like that, not knowing what kind of diseases or contagious infections they might carry or spread, but she couldn’t just… Shirk her responsibilities because of a little childish fear. Her heart pounding in her chest ever so slightly, she decides to brave the darkened corridor anyway and she continues her way down the steps. The noise only gets louder but curiously enough she still feels that warmth. She rounds the corner, making her way towards the last flight. She tries not to think of whatever might be lurking in the shadows, she simply lets her eyes scan lazily over the document in her hands in an attempt to distract herself. It sounds like wet, it sounds like chewing. It sounds like… No, she wouldn’t even entertain the thought. She just keeps walking. She hears her own echoing footsteps as she ambles down the final stairs to the archives, and the picture of the darkened room gets a little clearer as she nears it. The warmth is still there, seeping into her bones and she can almost feel him, though she has no idea where he could possibly be. She makes her way down the last few steps and lets her eyes flicker upward once more to scan over the room. Cold lightning strikes her veins when she sees it.

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