#he’s pretty consistently doing the exact opposite of what we know him to do in the show

[badxwolf]

I know some of the Doctor Who books are written before a series airs so I don’t expect them to get the characterization entirely right but I just read a sentence in an officially licensed book that went “It was not in the Doctor’s nature to run away.” … that’s like the whole conceit of the show and has been since the first episode. I try not to be too nit-picky and I know the main audience for these is children but come on, they deserve better.

#the book is the resurrection casket btw #it’s a fun book and rose’s characterization is pretty decent which is rare for these books #but this author does not understand the doctor at all #he’s pretty consistently doing the exact opposite of what we know him to do in the show #it’s so weird #doctor who #doctor who books

[torturedblue]

Part 2 of endless Disaster Twin parallels, the not so fun version

Part 1, the fun version

Considering the series shows Donnie coming off as autistic, he’s portrayed that way much more in fan art and fanfics, etc. We often see it in fan portrayals through an aversion to touch or his senses getting overwhelmed, etc. In the show I noticed Leo actually has a consistent aversion to anything with a gross texture too: like in the first episode when they’re all sliding down Draxum’s vines and he’s tripping over himself, the only one bothered by them “I hate this!”

He also starts flailing in a panic after a worm jumps on his face (and do I even need to bring up how the texture of worms ain’t all that enjoyable let alone on your face), recoils when that evil Hidden City massage guy pours hair serum all over his head, and he’s the most visibly repulsed when Raph gets trash all over them in the beginning of Battle Nexus: New York. So on multiple occasions he comes off as pretty texture or germ averse as well

Both also have insecurity issues about their role to the team: “If mystics can do everything I can but better then why would you guys even need me?” “I’m nothing without them!”

Ironically, in Many Unhappy Returns, Splinter thinks Leo doesn’t know what he’s doing and isn’t taking the mission seriously, saying he should’ve brought Purple. But in the same episode during fights with Shredder Donnie’s seen texting on his phone half of the time. Which is also very parallel to Leo making quips in the beginning instead of helping fight like Donnie and the others

In that same fashion, Donnie’s also goofiest when everyone’s acting serious in Insane in the Mama Train, while Leo’s the unserious one in the following episodes. Another role reversal from their norm

The show also portrays these two as feeling the most affected by Splinter’s history of emotionally distant parenting. Donnie constantly talks about his unmet need for parent-aged-adult approval/validation, and Leo shows his struggle in a more Leo-like way, constantly finding father figure connections in other people like Jupiter Jim and The Dunk. He also rejects/roasts Splinter a lot too, which seems more like a form of overcompensation; acting like he doesn’t totally need or crave Splinter’s attention. The exact opposite of Donnie’s methods. “No! I’m not going back to what’s-his-rat.”

“He’s my all-time favorite actor/role model/father figure!”

“That eccentric billionaire, who was kind of a surrogate father figure to me, has shown me a version of myself I don’t like.”

Leo acts like he doesn’t pine for his affection. I’m sure he sees the way Donnie openly, desperately goes after it when it’s offered and then gets crushed even harder with disappointment (ahem Turtle-dega Nights). No way Leo’s opening himself up to that. I mean come on how sad is the moment when Splinter says they should do something together and Mikey is so eager to jump on the opportunity before it gets taken away, only for Donnie to have to pull him aside and remind him it’s usually some kind of trick or he’s likely possessed? Just for Mikey to immediately respond, “You’re right, I always fall for this!” Ouch. Honestly considering Mikey’s empathy and emotional maturity in mind, the reason both he and Raph seem to handle Splinter’s lack of attention so well is probably also because in addition Raph became a second parent himself, and taking on that role like Splinter, he knows from his own experience that even though their dad doesn’t show it in the ways they wish he would, of course he loves them and what he does do to take care of them as a parent proves that

I think the parallels and direct contrasts between how Leo and Donnie show their dissatisfaction in their relationship with Splinter is probably the most developed and interesting one to me 💔

I mean Leo’s the only one who would actually say something like this to Splinter and you can’t tell me there’s not some deep-seated resentment in the way he looks and the way he says it…

So yeah. There’s the sad edition of Disaster Twins parallels. Let’s all cry together 😃

#disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #leo and donnie #rottmnt character analysis #these poor boys

[blueeofsl]

Okay so this is going to be a pretty long analysis on @somerandomdudelmao ‘s most recent update… Will have to be split into multiple posts because of pictures

Been staring at the post for a while and damn,,, imagine going from dying in an unforgiving wasteland to waking up in what I can guess is a soft mattress with a healthy portion of sheets and blankets. Like those are absolute opposites in terms of comfort

The fact that Leo wakes up with unfocused eyes (compared to his brothers, who almost immediately shoot up), tells us that he’s still expecting himself to be back in that apocalypse.

Also the frown he has in the middle panel, it’s probably just his face relaxing, but we see that it immediately goes to a frown. An “ugh, im so exhausted why am I awake?” Sort of expression. Which kinda continues to show in the last panel of this first page.

And in that entire time, Leo’s eyes never fully focus. Because he isn’t expecting anything good to happen for him. So why should he even try at this point when there’s no one left to save?

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Which brings us to the next page. Zooming in, we can see that Leo is staring at the back of Donnie’s shell. Im guessing it takes him a moment to realize what he’s looking at because we get enough time to see Donnie struggle to stay awake. And knowing Donnie, this hints to Leo that this isn’t some sort of normal hallucination.

We can also see that Leo is on a soft bed, and is being consistently monitored by Donnie. I am wondering what Donnie is working on though. Maybe checking Leo’s vitals? A new prosthetic for Leo? Or maybe, for once, allowing himself to start to plan on a new invention. Something that doesn’t directly involve with whether the resistance will survive the next day or not. He shows this sort of stubbornness to keep himself awake until he’s sure that Leo is okay.

In the last panel we see Leo finally perk up as he crains his neck back to really get a good look at his twin. He probably notices how Donnie’s shell looks a bit wider, his arms a bit stronger. But maybe hasn’t fully recognized it yet. This is also probably where he lets his vision come into focus, and becomes more aware of his surroundings because oh shit, I’m not dying on packed dirt any more.

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Moving on to page 3, Leo reaches out to Donnie to see if he’s real. These poses remind me of the first episode of the comics.

(Episode 1, part 7) Here we see Leo do pretty much the exact same hand motion as his tiny, little self. Which kinda tells us that Leo is moving purely on instinct, on emotion. His mind telling him to seek for that sort of comfort.

When he falls in the last panel of the recent comic, I feel like it becomes some sort of wakeup call for him. Because the fall from the bed to the floor is pretty far from what we see in page 2. And the noise of his shell hitting the floor was probably pretty loud too. Enough to scare Donnie out of what ever he was working on.

Would also like to take a moment to look at Leo’s scars, specifically the one on the shell. I realized it’s the scar from when Donnie had to forcefully pull his shell together by screws and wire. (Part 2 of Episode 11)

The fact that that scar is still on Leo’s shell shows us that it was an impactful moment for him (the revived turtles so far have shown that the scars/features that stay are those they think a lot about or have an emotional attachment to). He was lucky at that time. Because the rubble that caused that injury could have easily killed him. A wrong crack/break in the shell could have left him immobile for the rest of the war. But that’s where Donnie comes in because he knows that Leo would hate that.

The reason why the scar is so big on Leo’s shell now shows how much impact it had on his mind. At least that’s my guess…

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Moving onto Page 4, we get a good view of Leo’s expression in all panels. First one shows pain, a wince. His arm looks to have twitched towards himself in order to protect his head. It could have also twitched because of Donnie’s sudden yell to him.

The second panel shows surprise. Because his twin is picking him off the floor. Symbolically speaking, this could mean that his family is here to pick him up now, to carry him over to better times.

This surprise is also towards the fact that Donnie is able to lift Leo when before, right on the day Donnie dies, it was Leo who was picking up Donnie.

Also notice how in this page, we don’t see Donnie’s face at all. Even when Donnie is lifting Leo up in the third panel, we just see the confusion on Leo’s face. And also, perhaps, a bit of fear. Maybe he was fearing whether or not this was a dream.

But heres the thing. Many have noticed the parallel of Donnie and Leo switching positions in who is carrying who. But I noticed another parallel in this page.

First panel in page 4 looks nearly identical to this page of Leo dying here.

When realizing this, the parallel just made that page so much more emotional to me.

Because Leo was expecting to be brought back to the apocalypse in his head.

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Moving onto page 5, we get another good view of the scar on Leo’s shell. First panel though, love the Donnie face squish. There was no way he was gonna just let his twin sit on the cold hard floor when theres a bed right there.

This might be looking to much into it, but in the first panel, it looks like Leo is shaking too.

We also see that Donnie and Leo are the same size now, when before, Leo was larger than Donnie when the soft shell was sick.

The second panel again shows the emotion Leo is going through. To me, it screams “is this real? I can’t believe it. How is this happening?” And we can see that Donnie’s grip on Leo is strong and firm while Leo seems to sorta cling/melt into his twin.

In the third panel, Donnie is telling Leo to sit still. Perhaps this is because of how badly Leo is shaking, or the fact that he had just fallen out of bed. Either way, what seems as a command for a shitty patient has another meaning; that Leo is okay. He’s going to be taken care of, he just has to let his family take care of him. Just like how he took care of them and so many other people.

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Page 6, We see Leo’s expression again, and the way his arm is still reached out from Donnie pulling it off his shoulder. It’s full of surprise but theres not much fear being shown except for the hollowness in his eyes.

Leo still doesn’t fully believe all of this is real. Then Donnie goes and starts moving around him, checking what’s left of his arm (some people are saying that it’s the first thing donnie checked. Also wondering if this could be him planning on a new prosthetic for Leo), and what I can guess is Donnie checking his heartbeat (the little white ninpo rectangle thing near Leo’s heart).

For Leo, this is quite overwhelming. He lets Donnie do his thing, but it’s been years since he’s seen his brother be so active around him. He shows signs of nervousness too, the wobbly line for his lips, and the way that his arm is tucked towards his middle, and his knees slightly pulled up and together. In that moment, he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Going back to scars again, notice the scarring on his neck. It’s the same injury from when he went to Donnie’s lab for guidance after almost getting his head bitten off by a krang dog. It’s another scar that’s left a large impact on Leo’s mind. Perhaps part of it is because of the krang dog, but another part I think is because of him yelling for Donnie.

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THIS IS PART 1 OF ANALYSIS!

PART 2

PART 3

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #future leo #cass apocalyptic series #rise of the turtles #cass fanart tag #oof ive never made a post this big before… #hope it works

[lifeandtimesoftrying]

The overlords’ persuasion, the Morningstar’s power, and what this means for Charlie

Hazbin Hotel's been rotating in my head since the finale and I have capital-t Thoughts about the worldbuilding (and its implications). So!

Hazbin Hotel’s power system is fundamentally divided into two parts: the overlords, whose abilities are fully tied to and determined by their connections with other denizens, and the Morningstars/other Hell-born aristocracy, whose abilities are innate and unchanging. I think this is why Lucifer is incredibly powerful while not really having power, the overlords seem to be running the show, and Charlie’s character has a lot left to come.

(This got pretty long and there are spoilers, so I’m putting it under a cut!)

Lucifer doesn’t have much authority—the meeting to decide the fate of hell is attended by only the overlords, other demons repeatedly dismiss Charlie (often even using her relationship with her dad to do so), and when we do finally meet the King of Hell himself, it’s when he’s engaged in a hobby which he clearly has a lot of free time for. When Charlie needs large numbers of allies, it’s Alastor and Rosie who coordinate to get them for her, and Alastor is terrified of Zestiel but told Lucifer “fuck you” to his face. Lucifer doesn’t have any control over his subjects.

However, he is still incredibly powerful. He and Charlie, whose powers presumably came from him, defeated Adam, and in the finale sequence he conjured the foundation for a whole hotel without any strain.

The overlords function in the exact opposite way: their powers are gained through their various relationships with other people, and can be influenced as such. Most obviously, Carmilla Carmine explicitly tells Vaggie that the best way to fight is for love, but Rosie is powerful because of the ways she can provide for people and gain their loyalty. Alastor’s known to have bought souls to do his bidding, and the Vees are all themed around ways to influence people (pornography, TV, and social media), and at least one of them also has contracts for souls.

“Hell’s Greatest Dad” illustrates both the overlords’ and the aristocracy’s perspectives. Regardless of how authentic Alastor is being in his claims in the song, it can be assumed that he’s doing everything he can to convince Charlie to work with him, and Lucifer is doing the same. However, their approaches are polar opposites.

Lucifer’s persuasion relies on his innate abilities: he calls himself “the big boss of Hell himself,” and says that he can help “with the punch of a pentagram / I wap-bam-boom, alakazam / Usually I charge a sacrificial lamb / But you get the family rate.” This emphasizes both his familial (and unchangeable) tie to Charlie and his inborn abilities, which come up again when he says “there’s no substitute for pure angelic power.”

The reasons that Alastor cites for why he should be chosen are all based in the actions that he’s done for Charlie, and the resulting relationship that they have because of those actions. He emphasizes his consistency (“who’s been here since day one”) and reliability (who’s been faithful as a nun), both of which are good traits for an overlord to have.

I think this contrast is why Mimzy has to show up when she does: there is no way to resolve the argument about whether to choose that which has been built or that which you were born with. And that’s because of Charlie. Charlie’s dad was never mortal, but her mom was. None of the overlords have been called immortal, but many of them are confirmed to have been mortal. A large part of Charlie’s arc in season 1 is her learning how to connect with the people around her and get them to believe in her. She is, in many ways, beginning to function like an overlord would. With one major difference.

We know that Husk used to be an overlord, most likely one of gambling. Gambling is really three things: chance, skill, and being able to read other people without them being able to read you. And from what we know of overlords, getting that status requires all of those traits. Chance and skill exist in any field, but the ability to see past other’s facades without revealing your own hand is incredibly important here, to the point where it’s Alastor’s whole shtick—a smile is a way of staying in control.

But where overlords try to read those around them while keeping their own feelings hidden, Charlie always has her heart on her sleeve. When she goes to cannibal town, Alastor’s advice that she always smile quickly stops working, and only after she’s processed her feelings about Vaggie by talking with Rosie is she able to convince people to follow her.

But this is still only half of what she’s potentially capable of. We haven’t seen her try to battle anyone on her own and win—the closest we got was Valentino, but she quickly backed down from that. Since a second season is scheduled, my bet is that it’ll follow her learning the extent of her innate powers, and how to pair them with her connections to others—after all, she is the only character with both mortal an immortal lineages.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin hotel meta #is it meta? eh hopefully #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #i have so many thoughts about them #i freakin' love having thoughts #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #jeez he's hard to tag #behold! an original post!

[mcdonaldsplayground]

| actually the worst | part 3

ao’nung x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | bonus part

summary: your relationship with ao’nung has become complicated, to say the least. every second you spend near him makes you hate him even more, but it’s hard to hate someone when they can’t stop touching you. however, things only seem to get worse when a fight breaks out and you get hurt.

includes: enemies to lovers, swearing, teasing, fighting, ao’nung being rude😤

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m sorry i did not think this was going to have so many parts, but i think i gotta just keep writing until it feels finished🫡 also pls lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series:) i hope i already added everyone who asked in part 2

“[Y/N], hurry up!” Tuk whined, dancing around the entrance of the marui as she waited for you. You sighed, cracking one eye open.

“So much for napping, I guess.” You began to get up, stretching out your limbs, taking as long as possible.

“You said you would walk me to the beach for lessons! We’re going to be late!” Your sister frowned, crossing her arms as you continued to drag your feet. The truth was, you were putting off going to lessons. You hadn’t seen Ao’nung since the ilu riding incident and frankly, it had been relaxing. He had apparently been too busy with his warrior training for the past week, but Tsireya said he would be joining you all again today. Tragic.

“Tuk, maybe you should just tell them I’m not feeling well.” You tried, giving her a hopeful look. Of course, she wasn’t having it.

“I overheard you and Kiri talking this morning about the reason why you don’t want to go…” She started, the beginnings of an evil grin showing on her lips. “It would really be a shame if I had to tell Ao’nung that you’re scared of him.”

“I am not!” You exclaimed, mentally kicking yourself. “He’s just an annoying pest is all.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about. Now, let’s go!” Sometimes you wondered if she was really your younger sister with the way she manipulated you and your siblings. Most of the time it was funny, but today you were irritated.

“You have no sympathy, woman.” You shook your head, watching as Tuk grinned triumphantly and began skipping outside.

The short walk to the beach consisted entirely of Tuk skipping and humming a little tune while you ignored her and went over the best plan for avoiding Ao’nung. You decided that avoiding eye contact was crucial to ignoring him. At least then you wouldn’t get that stupid feeling in your stomach and you could maintain some sanity.

“Look who decided to join us, how kind of you!” Kiri chirped teasingly when you and Tuk finally approached where they were waiting on the beach. You felt a little bit bad considering they had probably been waiting a while, but didn’t dwell on it long when you noticed Ao’nung and his signature cocky smirk staring right at you. You made a point of looking away, focusing on Tsireya instead.

“Sorry, Reya. I wasn’t feeling well earlier, but I think I’m okay now.” You apologized, though you knew what you had said was pretty much the exact opposite to how you currently felt, especially when Tuk decided to pipe up.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure [Y/N] felt sick because Ao’nung is-” She didn’t get to finish as you cut in hurriedly.

“Um, what are we doing today?” You didn’t miss the surprised expressions everyone wore, you just silently prayed they would gloss over it. Unfortunately, the last person you wanted to hear from spoke up.

“No, what was she going to say? That you felt sick because of me?” You continued to avoid looking at the boy, but you could practically hear the smugness on his face. You realized that the only way out now was through.

“Yeah, I was telling everyone that I think looking at your face triggers my gag reflex.” You watched the others’ reactions instead of Ao’nung, hoping your refusal to meet his eyes was annoying him.

“Funny. I was just thinking about how much your freaky forest face-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, bro.” Lo’ak cut him off in annoyance, though he was grinning at the bickering. You felt relieved, but still pretty tense. You had come to believe that was just a side effect of being near Ao’nung. Oh, how you longed for last week when he wasn’t around.

As the tension lifted and everyone started getting in the water, Lo’ak nudged you, grinning.

“Can’t you just get along with him?” He asked and you cocked an eyebrow.

“That’s rich coming from you. You hate him just as much as me.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have a crush on him.” Lo’ak cackled as your jaw dropped, nearly going into cardiac arrest.

“What! I- You- I do not have a crush on him, Lo’ak!” You hissed, glancing around to see if anybody could hear you. Luckily they were preoccupied underwater.

“Whatever you say, [Y/N].” Lo’ak shook his head, still chuckling as he dove underwater, leaving you seething.

While everyone practiced diving and swimming around the reef, you couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Lo’ak.

He was wrong. How could you have a crush on someone whose lights you wanted to punch out? His entire being made your nerves jump and your heart race because you hated him. Yes, Lo’ak was wrong, and you were going to prove it.

Well, you were going to prove it later when you weren’t so out of breath. You surfaced for the millionth time that day, breathing hard from trying to push yourself to stay down longer. Beside you, Neteyam and Lo’ak were in a similar state. Only Kiri seemed to be adapting well, but even she couldn’t stay down half as long as the Metkayina. You were about to try your hand again when Tsireya popped up, followed by Rotxo and Ao’nung. You silently groaned.

“This isn’t working. You have learned nothing.” Ao’nung jibed.

“Yeah, no offence, but you guys kind of suck at this.” Rotxo laughed, sharing a grin with his best friend. You huffed.

“I think we should go back to the basics. We can do some breathing lessons outside of the water to build up your endurance.” Tsireya explained, smiling encouragingly.

“Breathing lessons?” Ao’nung snorted. “That is how babies train.”

“Perfect for you, then.” You muttered, turning to follow Tsireya back to shore.

When everyone had been rounded up on shore, you all sat in a circle amongst the greenery. It would have been relaxing, except for Ao’nung, who chose to sit directly beside you. The close proximity reminded you of how his touch had felt on your skin, how he radiated body heat despite being in the water most of the time. The thoughts made you want to reach over and strangle him. The only good thing was that being beside you made it easier to avoid his gaze as you kept your eyes straight ahead on Tsireya.

She began to teach you about some breathing techniques, like how it was best to breath deeply from the abdomen rather than your chest. When she mentioned the importance of relaxing and slowing your heartbeat , you had to force yourself to forget about the infuriating presence beside you, which was proving difficult. Your heart beat was decently slow, but you were tense and very aware of your surroundings, like how Ao’nung’s knee was mere inches away from your own. The space between you felt charged with energy and it seemed to transfer onto your skin.

“Here, breathe from here.” You heard Tsireya say gently, and you cracked your eyes open. She had placed her hand across Lo’ak’s abdomen in an attempt to get him to breathe correctly. After a moment she said, “Lo’ak, your heartbeat is fast.”

You immediately shared knowing looks with your siblings, chuckling to yourself at how hard Lo’ak was trying to remain calm and nonchalant. Tsireya’s small smile convinced you that she knew what she was doing, making you silently laugh even more.

“What are you laughing at, skxawng?” You heard from beside you, and it took some effort not to turn your head toward him and make some snide remark.

“Nothing.” You replied blankly, trying to focus again on breathing.

“Nothing?” He breathed, quiet enough that only you could hear. Then, without warning, his warm hand was pressed firmly but gently on your abdomen, nearly sending you to Eywa. You froze, afraid that if you moved it would bring attention to the two of you. Your whole body shivered at the sensation of his touch, quickly warming as if a fire had blossomed right where his hand sat, calm and steady.

“If you don’t breathe sometime you’re going to pass out, forest girl.” His voice dripped with amusement. You seriously contemplated just passing out instead of giving in, but eventually let your breath out, making sure to remain quiet. “Your heartbeat is fast.” He mimicked his sister’s words and you could see the shit-eating grin he wore in the corner of your eye. You heartbeat was, in fact, fast. Fast enough that you briefly worried the others might be able to hear it.

“Do I still make you sick?” He breath fanned across your neck, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood suddenly, nearly knocking the boy out. Everyone’s heads snapped toward you, looking concerned.

“I’m actually not feeling well.” Your words rushed out quickly, not even bothering to wait for any response before you turned and walked as quickly as possible away from the group. It took everything you had not to break into a sprint.

“What the fuck?” You muttered to yourself, rapidly trying to process what had just happened.

Kiri found you sitting on one of the giant mangrove roots that was tucked out of sight from the village. It had only been a few minutes since you had rushed away, and part of you wanted to tell her to leave you alone for a while longer. However, when she sat down next to you, it was a welcome comfort.

“What happened?” She questioned, searching your eyes as if they could tell her the answer. You just shook your head, attempting to clear it before you spoke.

“Something is wrong with me, Ki.”

“What do you mean?” She had a way about her that made you feel entirely safe to say anything you wanted without fear of judgement. Kiri was not usually so empathetic, but the two of you had a deeper understanding of one another. So, you explained everything to her. How you despised Ao’nung and his arrogant remarks. How much it frustrated you that you didn’t have a good reason for hating him. And of course how odd he made you feel when he looked at you or touched you.

“So what I’m hearing is that he’s touching you without your consent?” Kiri finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had set in after your explanation. You snorted at her fake serious face, already feeling a little better.

“If he was, he wouldn’t have arms anymore, probably courtesy of you, Lo’ak, and Neteyam.” You chuckled, imagining how that would play out. “No, I mean, I think what bugs me about when he does that is that I actually don’t… hate it?” The last words felt sour on your tongue, making you regret them almost instantly. Thankfully, Kiri had the courtesy not to laugh at you.

“So you like him, then?” She asked and you whipped your head back to stare at her.

“No, of course not! I’m just not used to male attention like that. He’s using it against me because he thinks it’s funny. He’s arrogant, and stupid, and I would honestly rather eat sand than talk to him longer than five seconds.” You finished, hoping you got your point across well enough. You couldn’t tell if Kiri was buying it, but everything you said was true. That boy was a pain in the ass.

A few weeks later, you and Kiri were using your free time to mess around on the beach. Things between you and Ao’nung changed since that day during breathing lessons. You had decided to stop acknowledging him and his goading remarks, to his chagrin. When he would make a snide comment you would either ignore it or respond civilly, clearly frustrating the boy. In response, he had become crueler and crueler. At this point, he was a terror, someone to avoid at all costs.

This sentiment ran through your head as you looked up and saw Ao’nung and his terrible friends approaching your twin, who was blissfully unaware as she stared down at the sand under the water. Feeling protective, you quickly made your way over, trying to hear what they were saying.

“She’s just looking at the sand.” One of them remarked, followed by a few barking laughs. Before you could make it all the way over, Kiri seemed to notice them standing above her and started to stand too.

“Hm? What’d you say?”

“Are you some kind of… freak?” Ao’nung questioned, deliberately flicking his gaze up to lock with yours as you came to stand beside Kiri. There was a pause before Kiri sighed and began to walk away, you in tow.

“No.” She said, looking at the ground. Your fists clenched.

“Are you sure?” He taunted, clearly not content to let the two of you off so easily.

“She said no, dipshit.” You couldn’t hold back, replying in your usual manner for the first time in weeks. Something flickered in Ao’nung’s eyes and his smirk widened. He suddenly reached forward, trying to grab your hand.

“You’re not even real Na’vi. Look at these hands.” He managed to grasp onto your wrist, pulling it towards him in a surprisingly gentle manner. His tone didn’t match. “I mean, look at them!”

“Hey!” Lo’ak appeared from the trees behind you, looking pissed. “Back off, fish lips.” Ao’nung grinned, releasing his grip on you. A ring of fire blazed along your wrist and you tried to shake it off, annoyed that he still had that affect on you.

“Oh, another four-fingered freak!” Ao’nung exclaimed, laughing as he and his friends continued to mess with Lo’ak.

“Leave us alone!” Kiri said forcefully, eyes darting nervously between Lo’ak and the other boys. Thankfully, Neteyam came stalking over, shoving Ao’nung away from the three of you.

“You heard what she said. Leave them alone.” His voice was calm, demanding. Pride swelled in your chest at your older brother, always the protector and mediator. One of Ao’nung’s friends tried to step in, but Ao’nung pushed him back, clearly trying his best to look like he wasn’t afraid of Neteyam. “Back off, now.”

There was a stretch of tense silence before Ao’nung finally took a step back, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Smart choice,” Neteyam said. “And from now on, I need you to respect my sisters.” A few of them hissed at his words, but allowed you all to turn and start walking away. Before you followed, you stuck your tongue out at Ao’nung, earning a scoff and a glare from him. You knew it was childish, but you couldn’t help it. After all, you had been civil for over a week, which was torture.

As you walked off, you could hear the boys giggling and continuing to talk shit. Beside you, Lo’ak paused, deciding to turn back around.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam hissed, but it was too late.

“I got this, bro.” Lo’ak held his hand up, slowly making his way back to face Ao’nung. “I know this hand is funny,” He wiggled his pinky. “Look, I’m a freak. Alien.” The boys snickered. “But, it can do something really cool.” Lo’ak continued talking, but you mentally groaned, knowing where this was going. Before you could say anything, Lo’ak had punched Ao’nung, hard. “It’s called a punch, bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again!”

Next thing you knew, Ao’nung was tackling Lo’ak to the ground, his friends joining in on what you were starting to think was going to be the beat down of the century. You and Kiri shared a look as Neteyam scratched his head, resigning himself to joining the fight.

“Stop it, stop!” Kiri called, exasperated.

“This is so stupid,” You muttered, growing a little worried as you watched your brothers in the outnumbered fight. Gathering your courage, you decided to step in when Lo’ak started getting hit a little too hard in your opinion. “Can you guys just stop before someone gets seriously-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before you got an elbow to the cheek from one of the guys punching Lo’ak. It was obviously not on purpose, but everyone stopped, silent for a moment as you hissed in pain, frowning.

“Okay that’s it-” Lo’ak was about to go in for another punch before you aggressively tugged him away.

“No! No more fighting!” You barked, marching Lo’ak steadily away. “Stupid boys acting like stupid mongrels. I can’t believe I just watched you all be so stupid, and for what?” You muttered angrily, mostly to yourself.

As you and your siblings walked away for good this time, you glanced back at the Metkayina boys. You thought maybe they would be laughing, but to your surprise, Ao’nung appeared to be scolding the boy who had accidentally hit you. You stared for a little too long because Ao’nung seemed to feel your gaze and looked up, meeting your eyes. It was unsettling to see his usual smirk replaced with worry.

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[dr3amofagame]

thinking about how sam built that big island to be kind of like a "peaceful retirement community" for the rest of the server, presumably under his rule (bc clearly he knows best, always) and wondering how long it would have taken, if things had played out that way, for someone to do something in that community that sam opposed. wondering how long it'd be until there would have been open rebellion, perhaps a funding of a group, a nation if you will, trying to separate from sam's rule. wondering how sam would have handled that..... (l'manberg 2.0 is what i'm saying, but probably put down much earlier and much more brutally. in some ways, dream and sam are indeed very very similar)

man they'd wish that sam was like dream lmao

but yeah, i can't imagine that sam--given that he's like, the Ultimate Authority, Ruler And Warden And Judge, Jury, and Executioner of this community of his, officially the Guy In Charge and therefore the Law--would be. Well. Lenient on people messing with his authority. See c!Bad being gaslit, not even because he was doing anything quote-unquote evil, but because c!Sam was worried about the hypothetical of him getting in the way of doing "good." See c!Ponk having a life taken and her arm cut off for stealing keycards that didn't even work. See every time people were threatened for trying to break blocks of the prison, or building something on top of the prison, or just touching the damn prison, or just asking a question Sam doesn't like about the prison, or just being someone that Sam is suspicious of so don't-you-dare-step-out-of-line-or-you'll-be-sorry. See how c!Ranboo was killed and his toddler child kidnapped as a power play. See how c!Connor was thrown into prison for the forseeable future over a fucking fast food order. And that's not even beinning to touch on what happened to c!Dream.

Like Revolution c!Dream? Revolution c!Dream was scapegoated in a conflict he wasn't even there for, accused of being responsible for the actions of individuals that were in no way even under his rule (because the server literally didn't HAVE a government at that time and c!Dream even types in server chat shortly before c!Eret joins L'manburg DEFERRING TO C!ERET AS RULER, likely just because of the fact that they have a castle) and accused of oppression for literally just. Existing. Like he hadn't even met Wilbur yet. And during the Revolution itself, he took the exact actions he thought were necessary to keep the opposition from being a significant physical threat (with the explicit aim of disarming them at the time, prior to the introduction of canon lives) and went no further, going as far as warning them of traps once the war was over and giving them their gear back. He went into the conflict itself with the intention to give them independence because he knew that they wouldn't give up.

c!Sam, on the other hand, gave himself THAT much jurisdiction over what was happening ALL OVER THE SERVER without even as much as an explicit position of rulership over anything in the server itself other than Pandora's Vault. He feels entirely entitled to everyone's lives and obedience. Like, in a c!Sam society, not only is that worldview going to remain the same way that it's remained consistent regardless of if he even has the physical power of the prison backing him anymore, but it's probably going to be further inflated by his very literally being the Ultimate Authority on the grounds of his entire faction and therefore unable to be questioned, doubted, or opposed. And as for what happens to opposers?

We all saw Pandora's Vault. In my humble opinion, if anyone were to pull a L'manburg (on c!Sam, who would actually be reasonably considered a ruler unlike c!Dream prior to the Revolution, and could likely be accused of oppression just given his track record, gestures at the number of people he's thrown into solitary just because he said so)--they'd be pretty damn lucky if all they got was the c!Connor "get silently put into prison and forgotten without anyone knowing" treatment.

#like 1) yeah people would totally end up having issues with him #and 2) it would not end well for them. like. full stop. #you try to pull a lmanburg in samville and you get thrown in an obsidian box underground for saying its goddamn name #my asks !!

[anthurak]

What a lot of Helluva Boss fans have in common with Blitzo...

Something I’ve realized recently is that there is this great, fascinating irony in this fixation that much of the Helluva Boss fandom has on the idea of some simple ‘wholesome’ family dynamic between Blitzo, Stolas, Loona and Octavia. Where Blitzo and Stolas are in some happy marriage and raising Loona and Octavia and everything is sweet and wholesome.

Because you know who ELSE is super-fixated on finding some idealized ‘wholesome family dynamic’?

Blitzo.

And after watching Seeing Stars, I think we can say pretty definitively that this very fixation is one of the biggest PROBLEMS with Blitzo and one of the main reasons his relationship with Loona is so dysfunctional.

Looking back in hindsight, it’s pretty clear that Bltizo’s decision to adopt a hellhound was driven by his desperate need for emotional connection to someone. Because that’s the crux of Blitzo’s entire character: Thanks to his metric shitton of childhood trauma and baggage, he is absolutely desperate for emotional connection and validation, while simultaneous being absolutely TERRIFIED of any kind of commitment or letting himself be vulnerable. It’s why he burned down his relationship with Verosika, it’s the source of his relationship problems with Stolas, it’s why he’s so obsessed with the M&Ms (because he’s desperate for what they have) and it’s why he’s such a dysfunctional father-figure to Loona.

Because looking at the flashback in Seeing Stars, we can easily infer that Blitzo wasn’t looking to adopt some disaffected, traumatized loner just about to age out of the adoption system like Loona, but rather an actual child. Instead, the entire reason he adopted Loona was because her situation and the words of the overseer positively smashed Blitzo’s sympathetic trauma button and caused him to adopt Loona right there and then. I mean, think of it this way: Adopting Loona was effectively an impulse buy from Blitzo.

Now, this alone isn’t necessarily a sign of bad parenting from Blitzo. The problem is that it’s pretty clear Blitzo never adjusted his expectations of what a daughter like Loona actually needs. Because he seems to have been so fixated on creating some wholesome father-daughter relationship that would solve all his perceived problems, he’s therefore fixated on treating Loona like she’s some troubled child or teenager, rather than a young woman in her early twenties, something Moxie pointed out as early as the pilot. We see this in basically all of Blitzo’s interactions with Loona, particularly in how overly protective, overly affectionate and generally ‘clingy’ Blitzo gets towards Loona.

And combined with how Blitzo’s approach towards fatherhood seems to consist entirely of ‘don’t be like MY dad’, this seeming unwillingness/inability to see Loona as an adult rather than a child looks to be one of the central reasons for Blitzo being such a disaster of a parent and his generally dysfunctional relationship with Loona. Which we in turn see play out across the show and is on full display at the beginning of Seeing Stars:

Blitzo seems to be working from the idea of ‘be everything my dad wasn’t’, so his approach to parenting seems to be little more than ‘shower Loona in praise and affection and give her anything and everything he thinks she wants’. Which happens to be just about the exact OPPOSITE parenting/help someone like Loona actually needs. Because all he’s doing is basically enabling all of Loona’s unhealthy, anti-social, hyper-defensive coping mechanisms for her own trauma.

Like I’ve seen a number of people take issue with how so-called ‘abusive’ Loona is towards Blitzo with how much she physically lashes out at him, such as when she gives him a nutshot at the end of Seeing Stars. But frankly, that behavior should NOT be surprising at all, given what we’ve seen of them: As we see with both Loona and the M&Ms, Blitzo has basically zero respect for or even concept of personal boundaries and has a tendency to get super clingy and overly-affectionate. So is it any wonder that someone like Loona who is extremely defensive both emotionally and physically, after what has clearly been a VERY traumatic childhood would almost reflexively respond the way she does?*

That’s not to say that Loona’s tendency to beat the crap out of Blitzo is a good thing, but rather it’s a symptom of both their dysfunctional relationship and how Blitzo clearly has NO IDEA how to be a functional parent. Blitzo’s overly-affectionate, protective, clingy nature keeps Loona retreating into her shell, and his unwillingness to set any kind of boundaries for her and give her anything she wants simply allows Loona to stay in her hyper-defensive comfort zone.

It’s why despite Loona being 22 years old, she generally acts not much older than Octavia, someone at least 4 years her junior. Because in many respects she’s likely still much the same as she was when Blitzo adopted her. Blitzo’s parenting has enabled all of her pre-existing issues and allowed her to simply stay as she was while growing and maturing very little.**

Which of course is not to say that Blitzo doesn’t love his daughter. Far from it, in fact. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, the overarching narrative point of the problems both Blitzo and Stolas have with their respective daughters, and which Loona highlighted in Seeing Stars can be summed up as: It is entirely possible for one to both genuinely, unconditionally care for and love their child and want nothing but the best for them, AND be an utter DISASTER of a parent.

Which all ties back to the grand irony I opened with: How much of the fandom is fixated on Blitzo, Stolas, Loona and Octavia being some simple, wholesome, happy family while Blitzo’s obsessive fixation on having that exact sort of family dynamic with Loona is presented as one of his biggest FLAWS as a character.

Just compare Blitzo’s fixation on being a wholesome, doting father to a clearly unreceptive Loona to how much of the fandom seems to view Blitzo and Stolas as already being married and Loona and Octavia as already being sisters.

Or just as Blitzo seems unwilling/unable to view Loona as a young adult rather than a child, look at how much of the fandom seems to want to view Loona and especially Octavia as children being raised by their two dads, rather than the two young adults that the show clearly seems to be treating them as.

I’ve spoken before at length about my issues with the fandom’s fixation on Loona and Octavia having a ‘simple and wholesome family relationship’, both with each other and their fathers. And this might be the biggest reason I simply DON’T see the show going in this direction that a lot of the fandom is thinking/hoping it will.

Because it runs counter to what is looking to be a major aspect of Blitzo’s character arc as both a father and a person in general: Learning to stop chasing the nebulous, vaguely defined idealized relationships he’s been so obsessively fixated on, and realizing that he CAN have the close, happy, validating personal connections he’s so desperate for if he simply opens up emotionally to the people around him and recognize how much they DO actually care about him. Like how Moxie may not appreciate his clingy attempts at being a family, but clearly would be happy to have Blitzo as a close friend. Or how Loona isn’t and was never the young, innocent child Blitzo wanted her to be, but she still appreciates him as a father who has helped her.

As I detailed in another post; Helluva Boss seems to be a story all about showing characters in messy, dysfunctional, dare I say… problematic relationships, yet also showing those characters that do genuinely care about each other can still work through and overcome their problems to find genuine happiness and fulfillment with each other. Not in some idealized ‘perfect’ sense, but one that works nonetheless.

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*Which becomes rather tragically ironic when we see that Loona does recognize and appreciate the fact that Blitzo cares about her. And even recognizes how dysfunctional their relationship is, given her ‘this kind of shit gets messy’ and ‘everybody’s got issues’ lines. But while Loona might recognize this, Blitzo clearly does NOT. And given how neither of the two are any good at meaningful communication, it gives the sense that Loona’s lashing out at Blitzo is in part kind of the only way she has to enforce personal boundaries around him.

**This actually makes it all the more ironic that when Loona and Octavia actually meet, Octavia’s mere presence seems to immediately encourage Loona to start acting more mature and insightful than we’ve ever seen her. Which in turn is why I think it’s pretty clear that a friendship between these two is so significant: Loona and Octavia each represent something the other desperately needs in her life, and a clear contrast from their complicated, dysfunctional relationships with their respective fathers.

#helluva boss #helluva boss analysis #helluva boss theory #character analysis #fandom analysis #blitzo #loona #something of a followup to my first HB analysis post

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

how or when do sp characters sleep

My DUDE these are pretty much overarching takes but since u just commented on an OrangeJuiceVerse post I’m ESPECIALLY thinkin ojv on these! So I’m doin the Star Seven

Stan falls asleep anywhere anytime. Always. One of those people that climb in bed and are lights out within two seconds. Lucky bastard. He’ll sleep in a car, on a floor, couch, wherever; if he’s tired he’s sleeping and it doesn’t matter where. He may stay up late sometimes with his online dnd group but when everyone logs off he’s Out the moment his head hits the pillow. And he is such a deep sleeper too. Just laid out like a log and needs to be aggressively shaken awake. He’s a realllly good pillow bc he doesn’t move tho.

Kyle is the exact opposite. I’m not gonna say he’s high maintenance, but he’s kinda particular with sleeping conditions. The fan has to be going, it has to be dark, he can’t sleep in socks, there’s gotta be a water bottle in reach, ya know. Also if we are talking OJV, he won’t complain if, like, he’s staying the night on someone’s foldout couch, but he has chronic pain bc he never got proper treatment for an injury in high school, so he has trouble getting comfortable when his knee is bothering him. And!!! In general his mind is so active and he has so much trouble getting it to quiet down enough to sleep, he’s tossing and turning forever, gets too warm, sleeps half out of the blanket, a mess. Wakes up at the drop of a hat, the wind blows too loud outside and he’s awake again. He feels guilty napping during the day, so that only happens when he’s not feeling well.

Kenny, 80% of the time, is like Stan, dead to the world when he’s asleep, but he’s too damn instinctual for his own good and if anyone or anything feels off to him during the day, he can’t fall asleep that night. He’s very much a guy who sleeps curled up on his side, and comfort doesn’t matter a whole lot to him. He has awful dreams frequently though, and sleep paralysis gets him a lot, which sucks when he’s sleeping heavily bc it’s really hard to wake up. Marj can usually sense times like that in the same way she senses his Curse, so she can wake him up to get him out of it.

Marjorine is a pretty normal sleeper, like 10-15 minutes of imagining her mental story (she ain’t alone in the pre sleep scenario I do that always) and she’s drifting off, she’s a cuddly sleeper for sure, which is awesome bc Kenny’s a GREAT little spoon, and if Kenny isn’t there she’s hugging a pillow.

Tweek dear god he is the worst sleeper on the planet. He goes to bed super early most of the time, only to wake up an hour later with no hope of falling asleep again. Like he’ll sleep from around 7-9, be awake until 5, sleep for another hour or so, and then it’s daytime so he can’t sleep bc he’s worried something bad will happen while he’s out. (Btw I am fully pulling Tweek sleep headcanons from myself I am an awful sleeper) He OCCASIONALLY naps, but only by accident. If he tries to take a nap during the day on purpose, he can’t, but when he doesn’t want to, that’s when he gets the best sleep. He has AWFUL dream like his nightmares are so vivid and terrifying and sometimes even prophetic. Even the dreams that aren’t scary are so clear that he’s left confused about if they were real. The scary visions and sleep paralysis are a lot of the reason he’s so paranoid and when it’s been a few days since he’s gotten sleep? The hallucinations dude holy shit.

Craig is kind of a night owl, and he really isn’t a morning person, but once he goes to bed, he’s asleep pretty fast. And he really isn’t picky about where he sleeps or what time it is, he just sleeps. He rarely has dreams that are jarring enough to remember, and while he usually hits the snooze button a few times, he can wake up relatively quickly. Not a napper at ALL this man thrives on routine and consistency. He hardly ever wakes up in the night once he’s out, even with Tweek thrashing around trying to get comfortable beside him lmfao

Cartman. I don’t have a whole lot to say on his sleep habits really, other than he’s out here in one of those eyemasks and a sleep noise playlist going lmaoooo he got the oil diffuser drifting lavender mist into the air and all that. He wakes up to an alarm programmed to play soft music with birds gently chirping bc he likes to feel like a Disney princess in the mornings. Lmfao he’s so unserious I love ojverse cartman

THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS!!! I had fun thinkin abt it and projecting onto Tweek lol rip gotta love the gnomes

#asks #GUYS I LOVE ASKS #also I legit have awful sleep habits time isn’t real and neither is my single crumb of sanity #south park #and I had to make this #OrangeJuiceVerse #but I feel like they apply just in general #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #marjorine stotch #tweek tweak #craig tucker #eric cartman #headcanons

[imaginespazzi]

I know we’re trying to transition back to fluffy thoughts and tryna forget the game (which, yes pls) but just wanted to make one last comment real quick. You are so right about paige in this game being so reminiscent of azzi at the nc state game, in terms of forcing it to them when they’re clearly not having a good game. I’m gonna be honest, i’ve only really started watching cbb this year so i’m no expert on geno or anything (so pls take with a grain of salt), and not taking away from everything he’s achieved, but it does seem like he’s off the ball these days with major coaching decisions. Just using those two situations as an example, i know he loves paige and azzi (i do too, a LOT) but sometimes i think he’s too desperate for them to shine that he tries to make them play hero ball when he should have just benched them in those scenarios (i know we were basically down to 6 rotations in that ND game once nika fouled out so take the “benching” paige as more of a metaphor aha). Like bruh, you’re achieving the exact opposite and pretty much just setting them up to fail.

And i just hate it when they have a bad game, cos every other fanbase is just so ready to drag paige through the mud the moment she has a dud and blondie doesn’t deserve that! Also, juju went 8-27 (which has honestly been kinda common with her) and lost to an unranked team at home and yet *crickets*. And ppl will be like, well she’s a freshman and paige isn’t… ok well y’all have also been pushing juju for npoy soooo like y’all can’t have it both ways 🫠 (side note: hannah>>juju for NFOY).

I said “real quick” and wrote an essay i’m so sorry 😭

Anyways, back to regularly scheduled programming - Here’s to eternity is literally my comfort read rn, i’m really out here reading it like a bedtime story to end my days on a good note lmao. So thank you! 💗💗🫂🫂

Never apologize for essays because I really enjoy reading y'alls thoughts on everything. 💗

I think Geno's just been really mentally affected by everything this season and I think he's just been so frazzled this season and it's really affecting his coaching. And it's somehow made him even more stubborn in game sand he just refuses to adjust to how the other team's playing or how we're playing and I honestly just don't get it? Like this man is the greatest to ever do it and I watched him last year, navigate even worse so it's honestly been kinda insane seeing what we're seeing this year. Because Geno really is not the man who would normally make someone play hero ball. He's the coach who'd flat out tell Paige she doesn't have it and make sure Aaliyah got the ball so like I'm actually kinda flabbergasted by what happened last night because that is not the coach I knew.

Also to your second point, I need fanbases to decide if UConn is UConn or just some other wbb program because why was our ranked loss being dissected to the high hells mean while UCLA and USC both lose to unranked teams and everybody's like "oh okie that's bad but nvm" like? Same goes for Paige, like if she's not your best player, not even in your top 10 apparently, then why're your standards so high for her and her only? Just needs folks to keep it consistent.

#ask #wcbb #ncaa wbb #uconn wbb #i have so many questions still because that really was a nightmare huh

[count-alucard-tepes]

Killer x fem Lunarian reader part 2

Part 1

The sound of the waves in the distance in the morning woke Killer up only to realize he had fallen asleep on the beach but he wasn’t alone.

He rubbed his head to try and remember what had happened last night as the woman held him around his waist and continued to cuddle into his chest as she slept.

They were still dressed so nothing happened…right?!

He couldn’t help but blush as all the events of the night before came back rushing to him.

“…uhm…Y/N…it’s morning…”, he said gently as he placed a hand on her back and gently tried to wake her up. He had to admit she was pretty strong as he couldn’t get out of her hold easily and well…he didn’t want to hurt her by forcing himself out too.

It didn’t work, she was still asleep. He then looked at her wings curiously, he’d never get a chance to touch someone’s wings and they were so fluffy and cute!

He gently reached out his hand hesitantly to touch her wings and ran his fingers through them slowly.

Y/N jolted up quickly and pushed herself away from him, “…did…you just touch my wings?”, she said as she looked at him wide eyed.

“…yeah…I’m sorry…I was just curious”, he said as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

She examined her wings a little and then looked back at him, “…they’re sensitive…so you got to be careful next time”, she said gently before stretching her arms and then noticed they were on the beach.

“…never thought I’d end up waking up on a beach in your arms, Killer”, she said with a little smile as she stood up and dusted her clothes gently before offering him a hand.

He sighed softly, “…was it that regrettable?”, he asked as he took her hand and stood up before dusting off his own clothes.

“Not at all, I’d like to do it again…just sober”, she said with a teasing smile before making her way out of the sand.

He blushed darkly under his mask and followed her. This woman made his heart skip several beats and made him feel like a teenager!

He noticed that she was going in the opposite direction of the Kidd pirates ship probably to her own crew and he felt his stomach drop.

“…wait…Y/N…let me make you some breakfast before you go…please?”, he asked gently.

She stopped and turned to look at him, “…you don’t have to do that, Killer…I’m sure you need to be with your captain and crew…I’ll see you around”.

“…I insist…I make a real good breakfast and perhaps we could get to know each other sober this time a little more…”, he managed to say quickly.

Y/N hesitated for a moment or two but nodded, “…fine, lead the way”, she said gently as she smiled and followed him to his ship.

Killer was busy making breakfast for his new lady friend which consisted of eggs, bacon, sausages and toast. It was something he normally did for Kidd from time to time when his Captain had a terrible hangover but this time he took extra care in how he prepared her meal.

Y/N was in the bathroom, freshening up before making her way to Killer, “…Hm…it’s smells really good, Kil”, she said gently.

Did she just give him a nickname?! He liked it!

“I hope you like it…”, he said gently as he made two plates for them and some tea to go with it.

He placed their plates so that they could sit next to each so that when he did lift his mask, she couldn’t really see his face.

She would happily dig into her meal, “…you’re really good at cooking”, she said as she sipped her tea, “…maybe you could teach me one day”.

“Thanks but I’ve just got pretty basic skills…nothing fancy”, he remarked as he lifted his mask a little and ate gently.

Y/N smiled a little in response and continued to eat her meal.

“…I didn’t ask before but where is your crew?”, he asked gently.

She smiled a little in response, “…I’m away from them for a few days for a mission of sorts…I came here to just to stock up before getting back on it…”.

Killer looked at her gently, “I see…so you’ll be leaving soon then?”, he asked hesitantly.

“Unfortunately yes, I’ll be leaving in a couple of hours to be exact”, she said gently, “…Kidd said you guys were gonna be here for a few days…it sounds like quite a blast”.

“…yeah…a blast”, he murmured when she confirmed she’d be leaving.

She frowned a little at his tone and then leaned against his shoulder, “…you sound as if you’re sad that the girl you got drunk with and fell asleep on the beach with last night is leaving…”, she said with a little teasing tone, “…I mean…if you want me to stay…just say so”.

Killer quickly looked at her leaning against his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her, “…stay…please?”.

“…only if you tell me why”, she said with a smile as she sat up and looked at him, her hand trailing down his chest a little.

He gulped a little, “…I haven’t met a woman like you before who was even remotely interested in me…I just…don’t want to blow this”.

“You won’t…just always be open with me and I’ll be the same with you”, she said simply.

He felt his face burn but he had to calm himself down, he took a deep breath, “…what do you like about me? What’s keeping you interested?”.

“Those are amazing questions, Kil…I think after our kiss…I thought why not give it a chance…you’re a cool guy and it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes, mask and all…”, she said with a smirk, “…and I do want to know you better while we’re on this island…and perhaps even when we are off it”.

“I feel the same…you’re the quite the woman…and a complete flirt”, he said before remembering the kiss, “…the k-kiss…”.

Y/N smirked devilishly, “…oh? Did I remind you now? And that was all your idea by the way”.

“…you’re the worst, you know that”, he said with a slight pout.

“…I know and you’ll learn to accept it with time”, she said before making him face her and placing a kiss on his mask, exactly where his lips would be, “…thank you for breakfast, it was amazing”.

He was stunned and sat there with his hands on her waist, “…you’re…welcome”, he said gently, pulling her close to him.

“…should we try that with your mask partially up?”, she asked as she pressed herself close to him.

“Yes…”, he said quickly before lifting his mask up and pressed his lips gently to hers.

She ran her finger through his hair as she made her way to straddle him in his seat, kissing him passionately.

His hands quickly went to her hips and then to her ass. She was a lot of woman to handle but he was damn ready to risk it all for her!

“…I think we’re done with breakfast…where’s your quarters?”, she said in between kisses.

He didn’t respond with words but rather just stood up with her wrapped around him and carried her off to his quarters before shutting the door behind them. He was much stronger than he looked.

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Kidd got a little concerned when he didn’t see Killer for whole damn day and stormed to his quarters on the ship, “Oy, Killer…where the fuck have you been all day!?”, he growled before realizing what he just walked into and blushed darkly.

He hurried out and slammed the door behind him, “…fucking learn to lock the door!?”.

Killer of course paid no attention to Kidd while he was in the company of his lady friend.

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Over the next few days, Killer and Y/N would get to know each other better and spend a lot of time together until it was finally time for her to leave.

“…I’ll write to you and maybe we would find ourselves in the same waters..”, she said gently as she held his hands into hers and looked down at him, “…make sure you fucking write me back or I’ll hunt your ass down”.

Killer chuckled nervously in response, “…I will…I don’t want to get burned…make sure you’re safe…just until I can be the one to protect you when you’re in my care again…”.

She blushed at this, no man had ever said that to her and it melted her heart several times over even though she didn’t need someone to protect her…the sheer thought of such kind words would make any pirate weak at their knees.

She nodded and leaned in to kiss him one last time before she took off to the skies, not daring to look back as she knew it would hurt way too much to leave him.

He’d watch his woman fly off like the goddess she was to him, he stood there until he couldn’t see her anymore and then sighed when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“…it’s time to go, Killer”, Kidd said gently before squeezing his shoulder a little as if to comfort him.

“…yeah…I’m ready, let’s get out of here”, he said before making his way back to the ship.

((Oh man I swear I love writing about Killer since he deserves so much more love and attention for being such a sweetheart! Let me know if you liked it so far! Also here’s a height reference, I made her shorter than usual since Killer is ‘short’😂))

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hello ! okay, i'm falling deep for joseph quinn and and eddie munson. And i really LOVE what you did with my ask. I don't know if you get many many asks but i'm here asking for more. So here it is : being friends with Nancy, Steve and Robin (same age), flirting with Eddie, loving his "D&D master" dom side, but melt really fast when he's soft and cute and when he smiles. Being there for him when murder assumptions fell, help him and maybe finally dating him during Vecna hunt

Ok, so I wasn't sure what to do with this ask because it is pretty broad, but eventually thought that a headcanon could be the best :))  (i say this... knowing fully well i don´t know how to write headcanons lol. but we´re having a great time.

no explicit warnings. Content Spoilers for season 4 (vol. 1), swearing.

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Maybe you met everyone through Robin. You were also in band and so go to know her through then, and then very quickly met Nancy and Steve. 

But with Eddie, it was a bit different. 

Because you cannot tell me that Robin doesn't smoke. So, she needs a dealer. And one day she manages to convince you to come with her to deal. Even though it wasn't anything dangerous and, in reality, Eddie is a super nice guy, Robin being Robin played it out to be some dangerous drug deal. 

'You always need to bring someone with you to stuff like this, in case things go wrong, you might need a witness.' Which is usually the exact opposite of how a drug deal is supposed to go, but you didn't want to leave your friend behind when she was going into the woods with some guy??

 But of course, as soon as you heard Eddie speak, you realised Robin was just leading you on. He was actually so funny and charming. You couldn't stop laughing, or at least smiling, when you were around him. 

And then, you know how when you learn something new and suddenly you start noticing it everywhere? That's kind of what happened with you and Eddie. Suddenly you saw him everywhere around the school. You'd see him walking in the hallway, hear his antics in the cafeteria, you'd catch him smoking outside the gym hall between classes and… had he always been in your history class? Had you really completely missed him sitting there for the past few weeks? Perhaps because he always sat in the back and you preferred to be a bit more upfront in the room (not the first row, though. Absolutely not). 

All these spottings had made you gain quite an interest in Eddie. He was just so… different from everyone else you knew and grew up with. And every other thing he did just added to that. You really couldn't place him in any box or type. He was just Eddie and that very much intrigued you. So when you were paired up together for a history project… you couldn't be more excited to get to know him. 

What ended up with a very solid B- group paper, became the start of a glorious friendship. Eddie was very talkative, so very quickly you learned about most of his interests, in-depth, and in particular about Hellfire Club. He told you everything about the game; the rules, the lore, the history, and his role as Dungeon Master. 

One time he let you sit in on a game, mostly as a sub, and he had given you a small role in the campaign so you could ease into it a bit, and as much fun as you had, nothing compared to seeing the pure bliss that evoked from Eddie being completely in his element. 

That was, perhaps, the moment you realised you might have a small crush on him. 

And it didn't help that your relationship with Eddie always consisted of a bit of… flirtatious undertones. 

You were both very touchy with each other. Nothing inappropriate, of course. There would always just be a lot of hugging and playing with each other's hair, even holding hands, just small things like that that made everyone think you had already been going out with each other for months. 

The number of times you had to tell Steve that you were "just friends" with Eddie was actually ridiculous. But he didn't buy any of it. 

'No, you two are definitely… something else.' 

'That might just be the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Steve,' you rolled your eyes at him. The main reason why you were so argumentative and against this idea, is that you were scared. Because you have liked Eddie, for a while now, but there was no way he could like you like that, right? And you couldn't just go up to him and ask him out. It would just make things awkward. 

But then shit hit the fan worse than anyone had ever imagined. 

The night of the Championship game. Everyone from school was there, except the Hellfire Club, of course. You knew they had the final session of their campaign planned for that evening. Afterwards, when people were going home, you even saw Eddie, walked over to him, and ask to exchange experiences of the night. 

'Wanna go back to my place? My parents aren't home and we could watch a movie or something?'

'Oh, actually, I got this thing with Chrissy I got to take care of, but I'll come around tomorrow.' He seemed genuinely excited to come over the next day, but your enthusiasm had slightly deflated. Chrissy? As in the headcheerleader Chrrisy Cunningham? What was Eddie up to with her? 

And then the next day Eddie didn't show up at your house, and when you turned on the tv every channel was showing the exact same thing. Cops, right outside of Eddie's trailer. Panic rushed over you, at first thinking that the dead Hawkins High student the police were talking about was Eddie, but then you remembered Chrissy… 

With no way of reaching him, and being all alone, you went to the one place where you knew someone would be that you could talk to. But before you even got to reach for your car keys, the phone rang. 

'Hello?' you answered the phone to hear a very stressed-out Dustin Henderson. 

'y/n! Thank god. Do you know where Eddie is?' 

'No. I was just about to- why?' you were scared to say anything. Did Dustin think Eddie could have possibly done something to Chrissy? 

'We think he's in danger and are trying to find him before the cops do.' 

'In danger? What do you mean? And who's we?' 

'y/n,' Robin had taken over the phone, 'get your ass to the video store. Right now.' And so you drove as fast as you could. But as you did, you realised that you might actually know where Eddie was hiding. Well, not exactly where, but you had an idea. So, when you reached the store, the first thing you told your friends was about Reefer Rick. It wasn't much to go off of, as you didn't even know where this Reefer Rick lived, but Eddie had told you how he crashed there sometimes, and since Reefer was who he was, it must have been a secluded location. Thankfully, to the cataloguing system of the store, and the lack of care Robin and Steve had for their customer privacy, you found the address quickly enough.

At first, Steve didn't want you to go but you shut him down quickly.

'You're not going to stop me from seeing him, Harrington, I swear to god.' And with that, you got into your car. 

At Reefer Rick's house, the place looked like a dump, but from the food that had been lying out on the table and countertop, you could tell it had been Eddie who was stress eating. 

'He was here, definitely.' And then you saw the light in front of the boathouse through the window. 

Eddie was an absolute mess, and that is excluding the attack on Steves's throat with a shattered bottle. He was shaking, fidgety, looking as if he had at least ten cups of coffee and had most definitely not slept. 

'Eddie, we're here for you, ok?' You slowly sat down next to him and it hurt you to see him flinch away. But you placed your hand on his arm, pulling him close to you, and then he fully gave into your embrace. 'It's gonna be ok.'

But then the rest told the both of you how come they believed that Eddie wasn't the killer (something you hadn't even thought to think about). And suddenly your whole world turned upside down. Eddie listened to what they were talking about, answered their questions, but then turned to you as you had been very quiet. 

'Did you know about this?'

'No, I had no idea.' 

Then the group had to leave, but you offered to stay behind with him. You just couldn't let him be alone now. He needed someone around him.

'How come you didn't think I did it? If you didn't even know about all that monster shit Henderson talked about.' Eddie asked after a while. You had cosied up in the boat, not really having any other place to sit comfortably. You used the life vests as pillows and Eddie had been eating some cereal he smuggled out of the house. 

'Call me naive, but I just couldn't believe you would do something like that. I know you and… what they were saying on the news… that is most definitely not you. That is not my Eddie.' 

'Oh, so suddenly I'm yours?' 

'Shut up, you know what I mean.' you laughed and for the first time, that day so did Eddie. It was just the tiniest of grins, the dimple in his cheek barely visible, but it was enough for now. 

'You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,' you said carefully, 'but… why was Chrissy even there? At your trailer, I mean.' 

'She wanted to buy some Special K.' He grabbed another handful of cereal and stuffed it into his mouth. 

'Oh.' She just wanted to buy drugs. That was it? The relief escaped your shoulders and Eddie must have seen it because he raised an eyebrow. 

'Why what did you think?' 

'No nothing.' you shrugged, 'I mean, I guess I thought you were… I don't know.' 

'Wait… are you jealous?' Perhaps in a less stressful situation, he would have laughed and made fun of you, but now he just sat up and looked at you with those big brown eyes. 

'No! What? No. Of course I wasn't.' You tried to convince both him and yourself, but he wasn't buying it. 

'Why would you be jealous of Chrissy going over to my place?' 

'I wasn't jealous!'

'I would beg to differ.' The Eddie you knew and loved was slowly coming back, so for that, you could endure what he was doing to you. 'Do you like me?'

'Of course I like you, what a dumb question.' you laughed. 

'No but, do you like like me?' 

'How old are you, Munson?' 

'Answer the question… Please.' 

So you do. And you admit your feelings. And Eddie is, of course, taken aback. Not by your confession of having felt like you wanted to be more than friends for a long time now, but because he had thought the exact same thing but had just been too much of a coward to go for it and just ask you out and now that you have finally admitted it to each other, he is on the run from the police and being hunted down for murder. 

Not the most perfect beginning of a relationship but you could make it work. 

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Starting Over {Six}

Collab with @theladyofdeath.

Summary: Elide Lochan thought she had met the love of her life only to find out that he was not the man she thought he was. After her world starts falling down around her, she makes a move back to her childhood home in hopes of starting over. Although it’s the last thing she expected, she meets a man the exact opposite of her ex. With his help and that of her best friend, Aelin, she learns how to stand on her own two feet and take control of her life.

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“Are you working Friday night?”

The question surprised Elide as she ate a bowl of cinnamon cheerios on Tuesday morning. She finished the bite she was chewing, and shook her head. “I work from five to two.”

Aelin shuddered. “I don’t know how you and Rowan manage to get up so early. The only reason I want to be up at five in the morning is for good sex.”

Elide quietly laughed, knowing that she wasn’t exaggerating. On more than one occasion, she’d been getting ready for work, and had heard Rowan telling Aelin goodbye for the day. She’d also heard her greeting him when he got home from work, and, of course, saying goodnight.

Elide had no doubt that the two of them had a very healthy sex life, and she was sure having an unexpected roommate had likely put a damper on that.

But both Rowan and Aelin did everything they could to make sure she understood that she wasn’t a bother. They wanted her to stay as long as felt comfortable, and she knew they meant it, but little by little, she was realizing that…she might be ready to get out on her own.

It had been a little over a week since Roland’s surprise visit at the gym and she hadn’t seen or heard from him. Elide prayed that he had taken Lorcan’s threat to heart.

Lorcan, on the other hand, had stopped in every day to check on her, to ask how she was doing, feeling. He texted her when he knew she was supposed to be getting home, making sure she was safe and sound. It made her smile, even if his texts consisted of nothing but him checking on her. There were times she wanted to keep the conversation going, but didn’t know what to say. So every night, she let it drop.

“So, Friday night,” Aelin said, pulling Elide from the spiral of her thoughts. “Rowan is trying to get a night out planned. Pretty much everyone is off and that never happens. You want to come?”

Elide loved that Aelin never pressured her to go out, but the reality of it was that Elide loved spending time with them. She had begun to form relationships with Aedion and Lysandra, and of course, Lorcan. Everyone was so genuine and simple and kind that Elide wondered how she had never found a group of friends like this, friends that could eventually be family. Aelin had always been family and now Rowan was beginning to feel like it, too. And Lorcan…Elide didn’t know what Lorcan was to her yet, all she knew was that she wanted him there.

“Of course,” she replied, shoving another spoonful of cereal into her mouth. “The bar?”

“Ro won’t tell me,” Aelin said, rolling her eyes. “He says he wants to change it up. He always says that and guess where we end up?” 

Elide laughed and guessed again. “The bar?”

“That damn bar,” Aelin muttered but humor lingered in her gaze. “I think a vineyard would be fun, but the boys would probably hate it.”

Elide had the image of Rowan, Lorcan, and Aedion with wine glasses, wearing stuffy shirts, and yeah, even in her head, they looked pretty miserable.

“At least the bar is like home,” she said, finishing her cereal and putting the bowl in the sink. She’d wash her dishes after she got off work. “I’m there, no matter where we go.”

“Great.”

Aelin’s sparkling smile made Elide’s heart feel like it was about to burst. Without thinking about it, she wrapped her friend in a hug. Aelin clearly hadn’t been expecting it, if her huff of surprise was any indication, but it quickly turned into soft laughter as she hugged her back.

Elide pulled back and said, “I’ve said it about a thousand times, but thank you for everything. You’ve…done so much for me.”

“Family takes care of each other.”

There was no room for argument in Aelin’s words, so Elide nodded and hugged her again before heading off to work.

……………….

The rooftop bar had one of the best views in all of Orynth. Elide couldn’t stop staring from where she stood at the railing, watching the sunset. She wasn’t sure why they didn’t come here more often. It was amazing.

There were more of them than she was expecting. Lorcan, Lys and Aedion were there, of course, but she’d also seen a few people she didn’t know, and even a couple she did, but hadn’t expected to see, like Manon. She turned from the skyline and looked at the people around her.

“Whose names do you not know?”

Lorcan walked up next to her and followed her gaze over the unfamiliar faces. She glanced over at him and decided she likely knew why they didn’t come here often, as she looked down at her own dress and heels.

Their usual attire of jeans, t-shirts, and workout clothes wouldn’t exactly fit in, but she wasn’t complaining as she took another quick peek at the way the suit jacket Lorcan wore fit his broad shoulders.

“Pretty much everyone,” she admitted, shaking her head.

He chuckled, the sound rough and dark and she swore, she could feel it on every inch of her exposed skin. It only increased when leaned back against the railing next to her, his arm brushing hers. One by one, he pointed them out. “Next to Lysandra, that’s Fenrys, he went to high school with Rowan and me. His brother, Connall, is around her somewhere. And Fenrys’ girlfriend, Asterin. Manon, you know, and next to her is Dorian, her boyfriend—”

“Dorian Havilliard?” Elide asked, interrupting.

He must have heard his name, because suddenly sapphire eyes met hers and he gave her a gentle smile as well as a wave.

“That’s him,” Lorcan said, and Elide looked over at his change in tone. “How do you know Dorian?”

Elide nodded towards where he’d started talking with Asterin again. “When we were growing up, it was usually just me, Aedion, and Aelin. But sometimes, if Aelin’s father and Dorian’s father were working on something, Dorian would be there, too.”

“I knew they’d known each other a while, but didn’t know how long,” Lorcan commented.

Elide was quiet for a moment before she quietly said, “Feels like a lifetime ago.”

Lorcan’s arm pressed into hers a little more and she looked up at him. His eyes were already on her. After giving her a soft smile, he gazed back out at their friends. He rattled the rest of their names off, one by one. “Chaol, Yrene, Vaughn, Sartaq, Nesryn, and Gavriel.”

“Wow,” she said, looking at them all. “There’s no way I’m going to remember all those names.”

Laughing, Lorcan shook his head. “There’s going to be a quiz at the end of the night. Get ready.”

Elide couldn’t help herself from laughing, too, but as they both settled, she let herself really look at everyone here, people who all meant something to Aelin. And then she realized who was still missing, that Aelin and Rowan had already been gone when she’d finished getting and left.

Elide gasped softly. “This isn’t an average night out, is it?”

One side of Lorcan’s mouth kicked up. “Not quite.”

Elide’s eyes narrowed on him. “Tell me.”

“I can’t.” His grin widened.

“Yes, you can!” Elide had to control herself, had to force herself not to squeal or jump. “He’s proposing, isn’t he?”

“I promised not to say a word.” Oh, he was enjoying this. 

“I can’t believe he didn’t say anything to me!” Elide said, and Lorcan nudged her with his arm again.

“He was worried you’d tell Aelin. If it was a secret to her, it was a secret to you,” he said, and gestured to everyone else. “No one else knows either. We all get together a couple times a year, that’s all they think this is. They’ll announce it when they get here.” He looked at Elide, that grin remaining. “So, you know, when they get here, act surprised.”

Elide fought the urge to pout, to cross her arms, but if she did than her arm would no longer be brushing his and she liked that contact, liked that warmth, that stability. 

“I wouldn’t have said anything,” she said, at last. Lorcan laughed quietly as she continued. “I’m a very good secret-keeper.”

“Aelin is good at getting secrets out of people, though,” Lorcan muttered, shaking his head. “That woman is a menace.”

“You two can act like you hate each other all you want, but I know better,” Elide said, taking a very small step closer into his arm.

He noticed, because his eyes darted in her direction, slyly. “And why would you think that?”

“Your heart’s too good,” Elide said, simply. “And, as obnoxious as Aelin is, she has a good heart, too.”

“A good heart, huh?” He asked, taking a sip from the drink in his hand. “Well, you got obnoxious right, so maybe you’re right about the heart, too.”

She could tell he was teasing her, but she couldn’t stop the smile from growing as she thought about how happy Aelin was going to be. Not only was she getting to marry the love of her life, but she also got to celebrate with everyone she loved, with her family. And she’d included Elide in that.

“Do you want a drink?”

She looked up at him, finding his eyes, again, already on her. The expression on his face stole her breath, and the intensity in his stare had her forgetting how to speak. She nodded.

His eyes glimmered as he asked, “Can I pick?”

“Pick…my drink?” Elide blinked, not expecting the question.

“Yeah,” he breathed, and he gave her a smile that promised trouble. “Do you trust me?”

“I did until this exact moment,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at him. “I do have to drive home, you know?”

“You forget I know where you live, you know?” He was making fun of her. She loved it. “You live with my best friend. I can get you home if you get too sloppy.”

“Sloppy?” Her tone was incredulous, but she couldn’t stop her laughter. Lorcan was grinning by the time she was able to breathe again. “Fine, yes, you can pick my drink.”

“You won’t regret it. Be right back.”

He winked and, gods damn her, Elide felt a flood of heat in her core, as he walked away.

He wasn’t gone long, just enough time for the flush on her cheeks to fade, and then he was walking back towards her, a glass identical to his in his other hand. The liquid inside was just a shade lighter, though.

“Here you go.” Lorcan held the glass out and as she took it, their fingers brushed. “Enjoy.”

“What is it?” She thought about sniffing it, but realized that might look a bit strange.

He sipped his own glass, eyes bright with amusement,  and said, “Try it and find out.”

Warily, Elide put the drink to her lips and took a tentative sip. It was warm and sweet and…nutty. She took another drink, swallowing a larger mouthful of the liquor. Her entire body warmed as it hit her stomach, and she hummed in appreciation. “That’s delicious.”

“Maple praline whiskey,” he told her. “Strong and sweet. Just like you.”

Elide slowly lifted a brow. “Wow.”

He laughed, shifting his body so that his side leaned against the railing and he could look at her, straight on. “What?”

“Did you just flirt with me?” She asked, and she knew she was grinning like a fool. “Because that was a hell of a line.”

Lorcan shook his head and looked away. Gods, she loved that smile of his, mischievous and full of life. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Strong and sweet?” She repeated, sipping again from her glass. “Just like you?”

“Not a line,” he said, shrugging. “Just a statement. An honest one.”

Elide swore her cheeks were a bright shade of red but before she could say anything more, the doors to the rooftop opened and Rowan and Aelin walked out, hand in hand.

She was beaming. Every inch of Aelin was thrumming with energy and excitement and Elide’s eyes were already full of tears.

“Look at her,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes away from her lifelong friend. “She’s glowing.”

Lorcan didn’t say anything but Elide had a strong feeling that his eyes were not on Aelin. Instead, she sensed them on her.

She liked it.

Everyone grew quiet and it wasn’t until Fenrys said, “You’re awfully late for being the one that asked us all here,” that Rowan laughed.

But then he smiled down at Aelin, and the look they gave one another was so full of love and passion and pure adoration that Elide could feel it deep within her chest. 

Rather than saying anything, Aelin held up her left hand, her right still firmly clasped in Rowan’s, showing off the diamond ring sparkling in the fairy lights around the edge of the rooftop.

Lysandra audibly screamed and the entire rooftop descended into chaos as she tackled Aelin in a bone crushing hug and everyone realized why the two of them had been late.

Congratulations were said, hugs were had and tears were shed. Elide watched as she excitedly talked to those around her, so happy for her friend that she couldn’t put it into words. It was almost twenty minutes later by the time the happy couple found their way over to the far side of the roof, where Lorcan and Elide had been watching in companionable silence.

Lorcan wrapped Rowan up in a hug, patting his back twice, without saying a word, as Elide reached for Aelin’s hand. “Let me see!”

Aelin obliged, letting Elide get a good look at the stunning ring on her left hand. One lone diamond was set on a gold band, cut into an oval, but that diamond shone in the moonlight and Elide knew it would be absolutely gorgeous when it sparkled in the sun.

“It’s beautiful, I’m so happy for you both,” she said, hugging Aelin. She could feel Aelin practically vibrating with excitement.

“Thank you, we have to start planning! I’m so excited.” She gazed up at Rowan, who was already looking at her with adoration and devotion and—

Elide looked away as she felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Shame washed over her as she looked out at Orynth again. She was so happy for her friends, but she couldn’t help but wish that someone would look like that at her.

Roland used to, but how much of that had even been real? She’d loved him, had seen a future with him, had their future kids’ names picked out. Months later, it still hurt, knowing that that future was gone.

A soft brush of calloused fingers on the back of her arm had her blinking and coming back to the present. She hadn’t even realized she’d zoned out or that Aelin and Rowan had been stolen by Fenrys for shots.

“You okay?” Lorcan’s deep voice settled her, calmed her heart as she released a breath she hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nodded.

“You ask me that a lot, you know?” She asked, but the playful tone was forced.

He knew it, too. His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he said, “I just like to make sure. Does it bother you?”

“No,” she said, and meant it. She loved how attentive he was, how much he truly and genuinely cared. Elide hadn’t believed his sincerity at first, but he was sincere. She still didn’t know why he cared so damn much, but he did. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Good,” he replied, “because I’m not stopping.”

That easy feeling settled again in the pit of Elide’s stomach, although her heart still held that stupid, heavy feeling. It lingered no matter how much she pushed it away.

The music that had been playing in that background was turned up a little bit louder and Rowan took Aelin to the middle of the rooftop, where a small wooden dance floor sat. A moment later, other couples began dancing too as the ballad played.

Elide sighed, that heavy feeling growing as she watched them all, so deeply in love. It wasn’t until Lorcan cleared his throat that she realized he was holding out his hand.

“Wanna dance?” He asked, and the tone of his voice sent chills down her spine. Low, rough, hopeful.

Elide couldn’t stop her smile if she tried. “Sure.”

She took his hand and was amazed at how much bigger his was than hers. It was almost humorous, how it nearly swallowed hers whole.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” she said, when he led her out onto the floor.

He chuckled, pulling her close to him. He took one hand in his, his other resting on her lower back. “Last time I checked, neither did you.”

“It’s a special occasion,” she joked, and his grin widened. His eyes remained soft, watching her, and she swore he saw it all, every inch of her in that moment. She felt bare, stripped, but not an ounce of fear.

“It is,” he agreed and pulled her just a little bit closer. Elide rested her cheek against his chest as they swayed and she found them again, Rowan and Aelin. They looked as if no one else in the world existed but the two of them.

“Beautiful,” Elide said, quietly. “How they see one another. That kind of love is rare.”

“I swear they knew the minute they met,” he replied, voice as quiet as hers. He laughed and she looked up at him. His face was much closer to hers than she expected it to be. “They were at each other’s throats at first, but they just seemed to…gravitate towards each other.”

She longed for that, for that intimate closeness where one person’s soul cried out for another. She’d thought she had that, but now…

The more she thought about it, the more she realized her entire relationship with Roland was akin to a cage, suffocating and claustrophobic. Never once did he look at her with the utter devotion that Rowan did when he looked at Aelin.

“Your smile is gone.”

Lorcan’s words snapped her out of her own head and her cheeks flushed as she knew she must have been staring at him. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, averting her eyes.

His fingers gripped her chin, making her look back up into his face, into his eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Elide wasn’t sure if she was breathing.

“Don’t let whatever you’re thinking about that asshole take your smile away,” he said, his thumb brushing just under the curve of her bottom lip.

It amazed her that he was able to guess where her mind went every time.

“I can’t help it,” she confessed. “I can’t help but think of all the warning signs I missed…of all the time I wasted.”

Lorcan subtly shook his head. “I’m sorry that you had to go through what you went through,” he said, and Elide’s eyes fell shut as he spoke. “But, please, do not let him take away a second of your joy, of your future. He’s not worth that. He’s not worth a damn thought.” When Elide opened her eyes, he still watched her, intently, and she realized that their movements had slowed. “You are worth so much more than he ever allowed you to feel. You are so worthy of happiness, Elide, worthy of the life that you see for yourself, that you dream of and hope for.” 

It was a simple sentence but those words held power. No one had ever told Elide that she held worth, that she was worthy. Not Roland who always made her feel like the second choice. And certainly not Vernon, who’d taken her in only to access her inheritance and broken her as badly as Roland had, if not worse. Yet there was a man in front of her who said the words outright, and Elide had zero doubt in her mind that he meant every word.

His dark eyes burned as they watched her, but Elide couldn’t think of a word to say. Thank you was not enough for the words he spoke, for what he meant to her. Instead, she lifted her hand and placed her palm gingerly against his stubbled cheek.

He leaned into that touch.

“I want to show you something,” he said, lacing his free hand with hers. He asked, once again, “Do you trust me?”

This time Elide didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

……………..

The streets of Orynth were quiet, despite it being a Friday night.

Somehow, none of their friends noticed the two of them leave, despite telling Aelin and Rowan one more round of congratulations. They were both drunk enough that Elide knew Rowan’s car would be left here tonight and they’d be getting a cab home.

Elide’s hand hasn’t left Lorcan’s since he took it, their fingers still intertwined. “It’s just up here,” he said, his deep voice sending chills down Elide’s spine.

She felt a thrill of excitement as he guided her to this secretive location.

Elide had grown up in Orynth but the city had changed so much in the past fifteen years since she’d been gone. Walking down the downtown street, she hardly recognized the city as she remembered as a child. 

They didn’t say much as they walked, but there was no need to. Lorcan’s thumb brushed idly across the back of her hand and Elide kept glancing up at him, unable to stop that smile that he seemed to make appear with every look.

Abruptly, Lorcan took a turn between two buildings and Elide was about to ask why, but then she saw it.

Lights were strung across the garden, lighting up the pathways that wove through flowers and bushes and trees. In the middle sat a statue of three of the goddesses, their bodies made of stone, entangled together and reaching up towards the heavens. It went as far back as the buildings surrounding it did, and Elide couldn’t help but step onto a path and drag Lorcan along with her.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, simply, looking around as they followed the pathway. “How long has this been here?”

“About a year,” he answered, playing with a ring on one of her fingers as they walked. “It was one of the projects done by the local schools. My unit partnered up with them, helped fund it.” He shrugged. “Turned out pretty good, don’t you think?”

“Partnered up with them?” Elide questioned. “Does that also mean that you came and helped plant all these beautiful displays?”

Lorcan laughed quietly. “Yeah,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “Although, I was paired with this eight year old girl that was pretty intimidating. Everything I did, she said I did it wrong. Eventually I gave up and just supervised.”

Elide’s head fell back as she laughed. “Officer Salavaterre got bested by a little girl? I wish I could have been there to see that.”

“I learned a long time ago what battles to fight and when to walk away,” he said, shaking his head. “And that was a battle I was always going to lose.”

Lorcan led her to a bench, sitting down and watching her. She didn’t immediately sit though. Instead, she turned, moving to look at all the beautiful flowers and trees around them. Approaching a rose bush, she reached out and let her finger brush along a delicate petal. Her back was turned when she finally spoke. “You keep asking me if I’m okay and usually I am.” He was silent as he waited for her to go on, he didn’t dare breathe, in case she changed her mind about what she wanted to say. Plucking a petal from the rose, she turned and came to sit next to him on the bench. She stared at the petal between her fingers as she breathed, “I’m okay, but…I’m not. I am so unbelievably happy for Aelin, but I’m also so jealous. And that makes me feel like a bad friend.”

Admitting it out loud made it feel like even more of a betrayal, and when she felt Lorcan’s fingers beneath her chin again, she closed her eyes to hide from his judgement.

“It’s okay to not be okay,” he whispered and Elide could smell a hint of whiskey on his breath. “And it’s okay to want that. One day, you’ll have it and you’ll be as happy as Aelin.”

She still felt guilty for even having the thought. She couldn’t believe he was so calm, so understanding. “You’re always too kind to me.”

“That sounds like you disapprove of my kindness,” Lorcan replied, and Elide opened her eyes, fully taking in just how close they were sitting. Their knees brushed one another’s and when he took her hand again, he rested them clasped together on his thigh.

“I just honestly don’t know how to handle it,” Elide said, laughing quietly out of pure disbelief. Men had been nice to her before but they had always wanted something in return. There had always been a catch. With Lorcan, he was kind to her simply for the sake of being kind.

“You deserve to be treated with kindness and respect,” he said, voice low. “So I will treat you with such.”

His eyes fell to her lips before meeting her gaze again, and the movement was so quick that he surely thought she hadn’t noticed. She did, though, and the lone movement had her heart racing. 

“Lorcan,” she breathed, although she wasn’t sure what to follow it with. She had to say his name, though, had to taste the sweet sound of it on her tongue.

His eyes had gone dark and he was quiet. He sat still, so still that Elide thought he may be afraid to move, although she was unsure why. 

She couldn’t sit still. 

Not with him looking at her like that, with eyes so full of…longing. Longing that she had never known and although no one had ever looked at her that way, there was no mistaking what was in his gaze.

He wouldn’t make the first move, though. She knew that, knew that he was too much of a gentleman to close the distance between them.

So she did.

Leaning across the bench, across the few inches that separated the warmth of his body from hers, Elide’s free hand found his knee and she pushed herself up to meet his lips with hers.

His hand slipped into her hair, cupping the back of her head, the second she kissed him. There was no hesitation, as if he’d been ready. Waiting for her to make that first move.

The kiss was sweet and tender and she leaned farther into him. His other hand framed her face and he deepened the kiss, drawing a quiet gasp from her.

He pulled away. “I’ve wanted to do that since you hit my patrol car.”

Elide’s eyes flared wide and a short, surprised laugh left her. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s true,” he said, his lips finding the spot beneath her ear that drove her wild. How had he already found that? It was only the second time his lips had been on her. “This beautiful, headstrong girl who wasn’t going to let her past break her? You were the last thing I was expecting to crash into my life.” He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “Literally.”

She pushed him away, but he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer instead and resting his forehead against hers. 

She laughed and shook her head, only stopping when he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She instantly responded, her body flooding with heat. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while, too,” she said, and felt lighter once the words were out of her mouth. 

“Yeah?” He breathed.

She nodded and their lips met once more. What started out as something soft quickly escalated into a kiss of utter passion and chaos. Lorcan pulled her onto his lap and she clung to him, never wanting to let go.

Once a few minutes or an hour or two or an entire night passed, Elide had completely lost track of time, but she knew it was getting late.

With her forehead against Lorcan’s, her lips swollen and her heart nearly ready to combust, she whispered, “I should probably go home. It’s getting late.”

Lorcan laughed, quietly. “Good luck. I don’t think your roommates will be getting much sleep tonight.”

Elide groaned, cheeks turning pink. She hadn’t even thought about that. While hearing occasional moans through the walls was not anything new, Rowan and Aelin were both newly engaged and drunk. It would be a night of sloppy sex, which meant little sleep for everyone within shouting distance.

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t work in the morning,” she sighed, making to climb off his lap.

He held onto her hips tightly, keeping her where she was, and Elide turned back to him, her hands landing on his shoulders. “Why don’t you come home with me? That way you don’t interrupt whatever is likely happening in the living room when you get home.”

She cringed as she thought about it, knowing he was right. She would likely be scarred for life when she got home, but to stay with Lorcan… 

I knew you were a lot of things, Elide, but I didn’t know you were a hypocrite.

Roland’s voice sounded in her head and she hated it.

What a little slut you turned out to be.

She hated him.

“Hey, look at me.” His fingers threaded into her hair again, turning her face to his. “I’m not trying to get you into bed, I promise. I just know that I’d be miserable if I had to listen to them for the next few hours.” He pulled her lips to his, kissing her softly. “And I’m not too proud to admit that I’m not ready for this night to end.”

Elide’s breathing was shallow as she admitted, “I don’t want it to either.”

Lorcan’s smile was genuine. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” She knew he meant it, knew he wouldn’t try anything that she didn’t want, but that was the problem. There were so many things that she did want, so many things she wanted to do to him, with him. “My hands will remain at my sides and I cook a mean breakfast.”

Elide laughed and took his face into her hands. She kissed him, slowly, and she could feel his smile against her lips.

“You can say no and I’ll drive you home,” he said, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “I just wanted to give you the option.”

The option. A choice.

It was something that Elide did not have much of in the recent years but she knew what her answer would be without even having to think about it. Maybe it was his self-proclaimed breakfast skills, but the thought of going to his place, of staying with him…

It brought her an overwhelming sense of comfort, of peace, once she took Roland’s voice that lingered in her mind and told it to fuck off. 

Elide pulled back and met Lorcan’s eye as she said, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Lorcan breathed, and then he was on his feet, taking Elide’s hand in his, and walking her back to his car.

Elide knew that Lorcan would not touch her, would give her her space, would leave her be to sleep in peace all night long, if that was what she had told him she needed. 

Yet, as they walked to his car, she contemplated if that’s what she truly wanted. As her thoughts ran wild, she realized that his distance was not what she wanted at all. 

#elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan lochan #throne of glass #fanifc #snelbz x the lady of death collab #snacmc collabs #starting over #elorcan starting over

[rezonan]

Why do people use OOC/Irrelevant stories to justify their hatred for characters?

I'll admit I got this question from reddit but seeing as you are a big fan of Iron Man and certain characters afflicted by this issue I thought I would ask

Comic book characters and the consistency of favored portrayals

Why do people do the exact opposite to justify how cool they think a character is?

Look this is probably the worst kind of question to ask me, back when I was in high school my classmates hated me cause when it came to arguments I would always 'Stand on the fence' or 'Never pick a side' and I agree, even when I disagree or agree I can't help but see the other side of things with some questions.

I think one of the biggest things comic fans need to accept with our medium is that, the only real continuity that exists is the one we try and brute force and make in our heads, some writers themselves don't really care, Geoff Jones ignored Batman previously basically begging for Hal Jordan to come back to life when he was The Spectre to writing Batman basically complaining that Hal was back because to him that is what he thinks Batman should act like with Hal, and considering he probably grew up with a comic like Dark Knight Returns the asshole authoritarian was probably was he knew of the character, who knows I don't know his personal life.

I think we can all say that you have fallen in love with a character based of Non Canon stories, Hell my favorite comic for Superman and the one that got me into liking the character was All-Star Superman. The exact opposite of that like what you asked tho, Hating a character because a story depicted them poorly whether it's canon or not is valid as well, I mean it's pretty damn short-sighted if they have been exposed to better represented sides of those characters, but it doesn’t change the impact they initially felt, wether they can get past that is on the person. Like for example, I fucking hated Superman growing up cause the first movies I remember seeing him in was the freaking Dark Knight Returns duology and certain parts of Young Justice Season 1 but overtime seeing better versions and representations of the characters and also hearing put fans on what he represents has pushed him up to my 5th favorite hero, I do understand not everyone can do this. People just want to support their view of the character.

I also do think people who hate certain characters do reach a lot of the time, sharing panels of stories older than their parents sometimes probably not even knowing what comic it even came from, just happy they have this image of the character they don't like being abusive or something. It's even worse then the he outright go out of their way to find these panels or stories to use for hate on purpose even after knowing it's generally agreed upon it's a shitty representation of the character. Seriously nobody should bring up All Star Batman and Robin as some 'Got Ya!' moment in an argument, just no. Sometimes some people have just predetermined in their mind they want to hate a character and will go out of their way to farm for anything that can paint them in the worst light possible.

With Iron Man it's people bringing up Civil War again and again and again continuously like the 40 years of stories before that don't show why Tony would never do any of that in his right mind. With Superman it's people bringing up injustice in literally any relation to him or people bringing up a scene of Jason Todd blaming Bruce for his death as evidence of how whiny he is even when one of the highlight lines of his first appearance as Red Hood is 'Bruce I forgive you for not saving me but-'

With characters like say, Hal Jordan, Magneto or Venom and meny more, it gets more interesting here. Here what the characters did that was bad IS/WAS(considering reboots in Hal's case) in continuity but a version of the characters that were received much more popularly then makes fans disregard these past appearances as wrong, say they have had this entirely new portrayal longer than they had that one or writers themselves will retcon them away by making them, in the case of former villians now refromed, seem less evil than they were. No no those people Magneto killed weren't innocent humans in the silver age, they were actually anti-mutant bigots that killed a little girl for being a mutant. One of my favorite examples of this is Hulk. Yes Hulk the rampaging monster from movies to series to comics, in comics in I think 2008 was retconned to have never and I mean never killed a single person in all his rampages In the in-universe 12 years at that point, not even indirectly because Bruce Banner was subconsciously calculating all the angles of where he would throw or smash stuff apprently. All those crumbled buildings, nope, nothing.

And you know what? I can agree with some of that (that Hulk retcon is still dumb) because let me tell you the real truth to all this.

Consistency

People love consistency, They don't care about Magneto killing innocents in the 60s or Venom eating people in the 90s, they care about the take that has been supported consistently in their view for longer or just showed more consistently in what they have seen. Even for the haters it's the same, if for example my only experience with Batman was All Star and Certain Post New 52 issues, I would be happy knowing I hate this borderline sociopathic dude that's what I know Batman as.

You see it even with the movies, When The Amazing Spider-Man came out you had people saying it was an inaccurate take or not liking the changes even though it was actually more comic accurate that what came before but fans of the Raimi movies have consistently seen Peter as a meek and nice kid before being Spider-Man not an asshole, they have consistently seen him with organic webbing not with web shooters. Anything that breaks the portrayal they have known the most if gonna make them react either well or badly. People who only knew Tony Stark from Civil War probably reacted well to his MCU version seeing as he broke the consistent borderline villian they knew him from the comics.

So the big issue is people trying to force their own consistent idea of a character on others when comics just aren't consistent, everyone like I said at the start has their own makeshift continuity in their head they made up with books they liked or think fit, the consistent portrayal they know about, so this is why you get people arguing about if Batman is the real identity or Bruce Wayne or if Clark Kent should wear trunks or not I could go on and on like if Wonder Woman should use a sword? Someone who is used to the New 52 version would say yes and someone used to the Post Crisis version would say no. Or maybe it's what love interest Spidey should end up with, people who say Gwen probably grew up with TASM and Spectacular Spider-Man. Better for people to just respectly discuss the takes of characters different people have instead of childishly pushing the version they have in their head as the correct version and putting down everyone else's pretty damn subjective takes. That's with superhero comics of course, the nature of what is canon and isn't and how fans of this stuff talk about it with different 'takes' is way more unique than talking about disliking MCU Spider-Man or talking about why you hate Sasuke or something.

I don't really have a good way to end all this cause that's just it, all about consistency if I didn't get that across the 10 times I used that word. As usual feel free to disagree with me and if possible tell me how and why.

#dc #batman #jason todd #red hood #marvel #iron man #superman #hal jordan #magneto #venom #spider man #wonder woman #hulk

[carladuquette]

I’ve been having a lot of THOUGHTS about Lu and Carla’s friendship recently, so bear with me.

(Does anyone still care about the og Elite characters? Probably not. Is that stopping me? Not in the slightest!)

Carla and Lu are kind of opposites in many ways, but here’s one more: Carla’s big issue is that people always want/need sth from her. Polo basically consistently needs her as his pillar of strength while they’re together, then he wants her to come back to him, then he needs her to hide the murder. Samu wants the truth abt Marina, then he wants her to tell the truth in court. Her parents need her to be the girl they can pimp out to save the biz, Yeray wants her to be this vision he’s had of her for years, the ornament to show everyone he’s made it. Everyone always wants sth.

Lu is the exact opposite- her issue is that people don’t want her, or not the full, real her. Guzman doesn’t want her, not really, no matter how hard she works to make him. Her father only wants her as long as she conforms to this picture he has of her: Perfect student, perfect daughter. As soon as she stops conforming, he makes it very clear the family doesn’t want her anymore. Even Valerio pretty much tells her “I saw the person you really are and now I don’t want you anymore.” She gets tossed aside and rejected by everyone who’s important to her.

And the sad part is, they do this to each other, too. First, Lu is pushy to Carla about how she should behave in her relationship. She wants Carla to do what SHE, Lu, thinks is right. Then After Marina, she wants Carla to open up to her, be close with her again, because they supposedly were best friends before this (sth we don’t see much of but are told flat-out).

Carla doesn’t seem to really care much for Lu’s friendship anymore once she gets started with the throuple. And After Marina, she sends the clear message that she doesn’t want Lu in her life. She has to get rid of her because Lu would push until she found out her secret, so of course Carla cannot let her close, but Lu doesn’t know that. She can just tell she’s being rejected, again, this time by her best friend.

Carla always has all these expectations on her and Lu constantly gets the message that she isn’t wanted. That constellation makes it really hard for them to be friends, even without murder and secrets: Purely by virtue of their opposite situations, Carla is bound to be more dismissive w any “demands” she can afford to be, and Lu is bound to be pushy and demanding because she’s learnt that people are bound to reject her and she’s trying to counter it preemptively (subconsciously of course).

And that’s the heartbreaking Ballad of Lu and Carla.

thanks for listening to this first and not making me feel like i was crazy, @asthmaticsarcasticasshole

#lucrecia montesinos #carla roson #my girls #i miss them #lu x carla #lu x carla friendship #welcome to my mind #elite #danna paola #ester exposito #long post i guess

[todayisafridaynight]

NO YEAH Ichi being The Baby of the family was definitely a contributing factor in Arakawa mellowing out. It's one thing with Jo and the others being grown men when they joined, but Ichi's not only younger than even Arakawa was, but is of course also the exact same age as his son. I do think it's worth considering.

Especially with RGGO because RGGJo couldn't have been older than 18 or 19 when he joined, and that's if he and Ichi joined almost back-to-back. Y7Arakawa's got pretty solid reasons to turn Ichi away consistently for as long as he did, but I've always wondered what made RGGOArakawa do that when Jo is hardly any older.

Pure Speculation Here, but he's honest about not wanting Jo to kill people anymore (not that he listens because like Mine he has I Know Best disease) and being bothered by it, so perhaps if there is anything there, it could be partly about regretting who he's shaped Jo into being and not wanting to repeat those mistakes with Ichi. And with those themes of powerlessness being reinforced with regard to Y7Jo's violent tendencies, it is potentially interesting to examine when it comes to looking at Y7 in relation to RGGO <- hasn't connected shit

Speaking of, I was thinking that might be why Y7Arakawa doesn't have The Drip. Because the point of the decision to have RGGOArakawa and RGGJo both predominantly wear a neutral shade with an accent color and then have their palettes be complete opposites was, I think, to set them up directly as foils. Whereas of course with Y7Arakawa and Y7Jo, once you peel back a layer or two, they have that inverted coordination Thing going on and are perfectly harmonized. But this is why you using Jo's pink and purple is galaxy-brained lol we COULD'VE still had it

ALSO I probably should've explained it to begin with but 223 = 2 in katakana is pronounced tsu and the kanji for 3 can be read as mi :')

16 v 18 can be big for some people versus other people- like how 18 is technically an adult in most cases, so i can see that being a reason as to why RGGOarakawa would be more lenient towards jo versus ichi 😷

naw i think that a fair connection to make it dont seem like a hard one to believe anyway ♪(´▽｀) i mean i dont imagine jo was AS brutal as he is nowadays versus when he first joined the family, and i want to believe arakawa mightve eventually noticed that shift at some point. again with ichi being so young (and being just about masatos age too) it's sort of like. How Do I Give This Kid A Decent Future With The Cards He Has yk what i mean

yeah that makes sense. in y7, we've already talked bout how jo is less of The antagonist and is more of a cog in the machine, so to speak: he more so contributes to the real antagonist as opposed to starting or doing anything by himself for his own personal motivations (tho ig his motivations are linked with masato but we get what i mean), so it makes sense for his and arakawa's wardrobes to contrast less (esp if they're supposed to be on the same team with relatively the same goal. in an awkward way).

i wont act like im super smart when it comes to drawing things- i REFUSE to lie and say i draw arakawa with the rggo drip for any reason aside from Its Fire As Hell BUT im glad we can still make the outfit still carry some meaning despite that LMAO (❁´◡`❁) at the very least i can say i genuinely did give him jo's purple and pink intentionally to connect them and for once not cause im lazy and didnt want to get new shades for himvjlajvl

#long post #snap chats #ALSO YEAH I ASSUMED IT WAS A NUMBER PUN THING im just so used to reading three as 'san' ☠️ #like 'tsu' is at least close enough to 'two' so in my brain its like 'oh yeah that makes sense' but anyway 😩 #SORRY FOR THE NINE YEAR RESPONSE TIME LMAO i was tired after that comic from last night #i tried to type up somethin but it was mostly just Garble so i figured id just wait until i was Relatively rested #not like what ive said makes any much more sense but its better than what i had at 2AM ☠️

[mashed4077]

there are very few characters i'd say this about, i like a lot of shitty little guys but i'm always critical of them and am happy to hold them accountable for their bullshit (and mentally beat them with a stick), but i'm legitimately a frank burns apologist. he's literally so emotionally immature and he's got a child-like understanding of so many things, i don't think he's put any thought whatsoever into the bullshit he says, he doesn't even notice that his opinions piss people off so it's not even like he's intentionally being a piece of shit for attention - he legitimately doesn't seem to know better, he's operating entirely on ignorance and gullibility.

frank's a character who's desperate to do what he's been told he's supposed to do, and what a person's feels they're 'supposed' to do is entirely dependent on what they've been taught is right. sometimes we develop different morals, independent of what our childhoods taught us, but a lot of the time, we really internalize values we were taught as kids. i'm sure hawkeye's father is the one who taught him that freedom, individuality, authenticity, empathy, and humanity are crucial, and that influenced hawkeye's need to do what's right when it comes to making sure people don't get mistreated or exploited. frank, on the other hand, was taught the exact opposite, not unlike margaret - individuality and freedom aren't important; you fall in line, and you do your duty. for frank, that's marrying a woman he doesn't like, having three kids he doesn't seem to really care for, becoming a doctor even though he didn't want to.

we can see what frank genuinely does value / want in the two things he actually consistently seems passionate about; margaret (his only friend; someone who bolsters him, enables him, is typically on the same page as him, seems to accept him, treats him kindly for once), and money - and i see frank's greed as less about wanting more, more, more, and more about security, about the status symbols and the fact that when he has them, that means he's done well, that he's doing what he's supposed to do, that he's a success in the eyes of the traditional world he's been brought up in. that's why he brags about owning his own practice, why he brags about his 30,000 dollar house and two cars (or was it a 30,000 dollar car and two houses?), why (iirc) he brings up being a member of a country club - these are things he's been told he should covet, things he's been told are a point of pride, but they don't actually make him happy in any way. but he values money because it lets him have these things, and then he can exist safely in his repressed, deluded little bubble where it's enough.

and it's why he won't let his wife go; we know frank had a rough childhood, we know he does deal with insecurity on the very very rare occasion he lets himself reflect on anything. i don't think it's a stretch to say that on some level, frank feels defective. people don't like him and he doesn't seem to know why, his parents and his brother didn't really like him and he doesn't know why, his wife and kids don't seem to like him and he doesn't know why. as i said, frank's pretty repressed and deluded, but he does have a few vulnerable moments that show he's aware of this, and it bugs him. he wants to fit in. he wants to be liked. he does fit in, on a surface level, back home in indiana, amongst the other conservative morons he associates with. nobody really likes him there either, but he's got everything everyone else has (or better!), which renders him acceptable, respectable, which is what he's been told the goal is. and then he can pretend that's enough, because it's easier to be accepted than it is to be liked, and he knows the steps to win acceptance (at least with that crowd), but the secret to being liked, to forming connections, eludes him. he really doesn't know what he's doing wrong there. which, i read frank as autistic and i get that, and i feel for him on it, i really do. it's so alienating to feel like you're just missing something everyone else seems to have come built with.

i didn't finish my thought; he can't let his wife go even though he's unhappy with her because it'd unravel his security. it'd ruin that illusion of "i've made it, i've got a wife and kids and a great job like i'm supposed to, therefore i'm not defective!" he'd lose the identity of being a husband like he thinks a proper 1950s man should be, he'd lose the financial security of being middle-upper class. he'd become several things he's been taught to look down upon, things that would make him Bad, that would affirm that he's defective.

and you know what? all of this is why hawkeye bothers him so much. hawkeye's free from all the shackles frank's willingly entrapped himself in. he's unmarried, he's eccentric and fairly openly neurodivergent in his behavior, he loudly and obnoxiously plays freely with sexuality and gender. these are all things frank's been told are bad, and evil, and worse, they're things that exist inside frank that he's terrified of. frank's canonically queer, people don't like to acknowledge it because they hate him, but hating a queer character doesn't make them any less gay kjdfhdk. and the show plays with gender with him a bit, too. and he's threatened by hawkeye, hell, and by klinger too. when he's back home, he doesn't have to associate with people like them, so it's a distant concept, such deviancy, and he can try to forget the parts of himself that he can't seem to temper, no matter how wrong he's been told they are. but when it's right in front of him, it's that terrifying reminder.

and worse - they're happier than he is. i mean, they're still at war, they're not that happy, but they're free in themselves, they have fun, they get to experience joy because they let themselves, because they haven't been taught that doing your duty as an American Man is of the utmost importance and that there's very rigid guidelines to that and having any fun outside of that is unacceptable and wrong. and i think on some level he does envy that.

idek what i'm babbling about anymore, but yeah, i just find it hard to hold frank responsible. i think he's a victim of middle america. i think he simply had the misfortune of being a queer autistic man born into that world, into a world that wasn't built for people like him, that inherently sees him as lesser, and he's so overcompensatory in his behavior to prove that he can do it, that he can be what he's supposed to be. his political values are because he's desperate for rules, guidelines, and a sense of order in what he perceives as a hostile world that he's not equipped to deal with, let alone thrive in, because he's also well aware he's not the strong masculine figure he ought to be, and he's merely doing a bad impersonation of one. that's frank in general, really; he's so desperately trying to fit into a mold that simply doesn't match his shape. i think if he escaped all that, it'd be a good start in him being better all around. of course, his political alignment isn't his only problem, he's got a lot of other shit going on, but it's the main thing i see him condemned for. he's also toxic as hell, and i think that environment only enables him.

within the show, i don't think redeeming frank would've been a good idea and i'm glad they didn't (although i also have a lot of issues with the way his arc ended and the way he was written in s5 in general but i digress) - but i don't think it'd be impossible. i don't even think it'd be hard. he just needs to be told that it's okay to be an individual, that he doesn't have to keep trying to fit himself into a pre-existing mold that wasn't built for him when he can simply build one for himself that he actually fits and is happy in. and that's why he's just pathetic and tragic to me, rather than genuinely unlikeable; he doesn't even know what he likes, what would make him happy. he doesn't even have a sense of self. it's just sad, and i can't hate him for it.

#mine #txt #frank #and i didnt even go into how mentally ill he is which is a whole other topic #idek if this is coherent but im not letting my ocd compulsions win so i wont be proof reading this 300 times #fingers crossed its legible and im saying smth substantial here lmfao #meta