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How do the "family"(Ed, Oswald, Victor, Jim, Harvey, Barbara, anyone else I forgot) react to them saying something really nasty to yn in anger and her reaching her breaking point and having a mental break down in front of them(crying, screaming just completely unconsolable) would they comfort her or insult her

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I was a bit carried away here, and made headcanons about how the other members of the family would react to one of them being mean to Y/N. I hope it's ok for you!

So here it is:

Warning: Gotham, Victor being Victor, mention of alcohol, smoking, english isn't my first language.

Word count: 6.120

Tags: Maggie is @immortal-velociraptor OC, I'm just borrowing her here, I hope it's ok for you dear. 💕 @flaysthings @keffirinne

HOW DO THE "FAMILY" REACTS WHEN SOMEONE IS NASTY TO Y/N

First thing first, let's clarify something. Yes, Y/N is a pretty confident, competent, and composed woman, most of the time, but! She also has her days where she feels under the weather and, as any human being still feels emotions. Especially with her chosen family with which she tends to lower her guard a bit.

Now, that being said.

👓 When EDWARD is mean to Y/N 👓

Ed and Y/N's relationship is like the one she shares with Oswald: complex and mostly based on a love-hate thing. So it's pretty common for them to be mean to each other, but in a teasing way. Though, sometimes, Ed or she can go too far.

-- Ed is a cleaver man and perfectly knows which button to push to make Y/N mad or feel hurt. When it's the last, he knows he screwed up as soon as he sees her eyes becoming glassy and her jaw clench and unclench to try to keep the tears at bay.

The woman would simply take a shaking breath, mutters a "ok, that's enough", and rush out of the room or hang up to go cry, break, or shoot a few things in her room or any empty one she can find.

🌸MAGGIE: would be one of the firsts to notice Y/N's distress. She knows better than rush to Y/N when she's in the middle of a breakdown with a weapon in her hand and probably a rocket launcher hidden somewhere.

-- Instead, she would rush to Ed and make his life a living hell. Yelling at him about how insensible he can be, shouting even louder if the man tries to defend himself and, depending on what he is saying, may try to slap him.

-- Demands he apologizes properly. So what if he gets his ass kicked in the process? He was a jerk and probably deserves it. "Don't worry, she won't open your third eye with her gun, her charger is empty and we hide the others. Mind the blades, though. I saw Victor going in and out their room earlier and his smile was scarier than usual."

-- Would make sure to pamper Y/N properly, coo at her and be super protective during the rest of the day.

☂ OSWALD: would hear about it from Maggie *Lucius and Draco Malefoy's vibes here*

-- First will laugh a bit, I mean... They are both pigs' heads, so it's funny to see one of their quarrels going this far. Is even a bit impressed by Ed's capacity to make Y/N's strong facade crumbles.

-- But hearing Maggie so distressed, he would have to do something.

Something being: send Ed a text: "Bloody idiot, go apologize before I order Victor makes you. He would be too happy to explains and probably show you how a man with no legs, hands, and ears can still be alive enough to do so."

-- Will offer Y/N some tea and biscuits his mother liked to bake him when he was recovering from one of his tantrums.

-- Isn't too worried. Y/N and Ed wouldn't be able to fully be themselves without the other to taunt/threaten/cooperate with/vent to. So they'll be back to be their usual selves soon, he's certain.

🪒VICTOR: Oh boy. Ed made his wife cry. We all know how Zsasz deals with people making his "Sweetness" cry: he beats them to a pulp. But since it's Ed, make it a: annihilate.

-- Impossible to call him on his phone. The hitman is on a mission now. If Maggie wasn't able to hide his machine and sniper guns, Ed would have to run. And fast.

-- His plan is very simple: search Ed. Find him. Torture him. And decapitate him to bring his head to Y/N and make it apologize. What? He's a super-talented ventriloquist after all, ask Oswald and the previous commissioner!

-- Doesn't care if he has to kill a few Gothamites or GCPD officers to reach his goal. I told you. He's a man on a MISSION. Gods, even with his body full of bullets and bleeding he would find the fucker and make him pay. It's one of his top rules: make my wife cry, *insert his maniac laugh then brutally stop it* you're dead.

🚔JIM: Why him? Let him have just ONE day without having to deal with the sicko family. Poor guy is now on high alert. Y/N crying means blood at some point. And potentially a bloodbath if Zsasz ever heard about it. He did? *Facepalms and sighs heavily*

-- Will try to find Ed before Victor and will probably have to fight Victor and pray be lucky enough to knock him out. Dear, how he hates his life.

-- Will also send a text to Ed: "If you wanted to die, there are some others painless ways, Nygma."

-- He will probably be joined by Maggie at some point. She may find or know a way to calm Victor or make him only break a few bones. Hopefully.

-- Will also send Y/N a text: "Your husband is on a killing spree. Please stop crying and do something about it."

🍺HARVEY: I like Harvey. He's a simple but practical man.

-- Heard about Y/N's breakdown? He's in front of Oswald's mansion with two bottles of his finest whiskey.

-- He knows the woman since she was 15, of course she wouldn't shoot him now, he's too old to run meaning he's too boring to chase meaning she wouldn't even find any joy in making him suffer. He will be fine. Plus, Y/N would never take the risk to damage a good whiskey.

-- Will drink with her and listen to her ranting without trying to interject. Just making a few comments and insulting Ed when she would. He still doesn't like the man after all and would never skip the chance to spat on his name.

-- Both would be found playing poker on the bed with the empty bottles next to them, smoking and shouting, accusing the other to cheat *spoiler they are*.

🍸BARBARA: "What is this fucking nerd's problem?!" Barbara and Y/N knew each other so well, the blonde decided it makes them BFFIT - Best Frenemies Forever In Town -.

-- Y/N is with Tabi and her the third Queen Bitch of Gotham. Selina being its Princess. Barbara is a feminist: make one sister cry, you'll have to deal with the whole sorority.

-- Is after Ed immediately and will offer her help to Victor. If he refused, fuck him, he's an obstacle to Women's revenge. These idiots will try to kill each other just to prove their stupid point: Victor protects and attacks for his dear wife. Barbara: protects and attacks for her dear sister and basically all the women in town wronged by men.

-- Will send Y/N a simple: "On it, Hon. Nygma is dead. Come at the Sirens tonight, drinks on the house."

☂ When OSWALD is mean to Y/N ☂

Oswald and Y/N have history. Even a bookcase wouldn't be enough to store all of it from the "I respect you" when they first met each other, to "You fucking snitch/tart", when Oswald betrayed Falcone, to "Ok I'll work for you from time to time/hire you as my consultant assassin", to "OMFG I swear I'm going to rip your head off", to "Maybe you're not THAT bad after all"... See the drama? They never were able to choose between "I like you" and "I hate you".

Like Ed, he knows her very well and what buttons to activate when he wants to hurt. And the little bird his veeery good at it.

🌸MAGGIE: Pretty difficult for her to be torn between her loyalty to Y/N and her affection for Oswald. But Cobblepot wronged the hitwoman and has to make amend for it.

-- Since Oswald wouldn't listen to reason, Maggie would ignore him first I think. Only answering a "think about what you've done" when he would question her about her aloofness.

-- She would try to send a text to Y/N, just to ask if she can do something for her to make her feel better. Probably just let her be, but she had to ask.

-- Will ask Olga to make all the dishes Oswald hated just to make him feel miserable. Will also mess with his white clothes, adding an innocent bright red sock to his washer. Oh, no, now everything is pink, *sigh* so sad.

-- This little petty game would last until Oswald finally snaps and goes apologize. Last time Maggie had to use this cursed technique, it lasted four whole days.

-- Oswald was so stubborn he was ready to meet his goons with pink-dressed shirts, if not for Olga and the whole plate of goulash she accidentally she spilled on him.

👓 ED: Like Maggie, Ed would choose mental torture. Remember his bowler hat in the middle of Oswald's desk? The same idea, but with a picture of Y/N scowling disapprovingly.

-- He would put this picture everywhere. In Oswald's dresser, behind the mirror in his bathroom, on the cushion next to Cobblepot's one in his bed, in the pockets of his coats...

-- Damn he would even pin one on the toilet bowl, making Oswald scream bloody murder and scramble out of the room.

-- Would create as many riddles as necessary about guilt and hurt feelings, and broken friendships. If this approach isn't enough, Ed isn't against abducting Oswald, stump him with one especially twisted riddle, and forcing his old friend to call Y/N to solve it and hopefully save his life. "The perfect pretext to start an apology, don't you think, Oswald?" He would ask mockingly.

🪒VICTOR: Depends on what Oswald said to Y/N. The situation is a bit tricky here, since Cobblepot is his boss and he cannot kill his boss without a very good reason to do so.

-- But he's mad, that's for sure. And Oswald needs to pay too, in a way or another. You may find some of his cold creepy vibes from S1 here, when he was still under Carmine's wing and Oswald was terrified by him.

-- Would still do his job, though. He's a professional after all. But, his killings would be truly horrifying. And he would manage to send Oswald every piece of each kill. Like: "I can't really kill you now, but that's exactly what I would love to do to your sorry ass."

-- If what Oswald said was really threatening Y/N's mental state, no cute little gifts. You will find Zsasz chasing Oswald around his own house, shooting just a few millimeters from him and "guiding" him to his bedchambers in order for him in apologize. Likes to call this method: little shots of courage.

🚔JIM: when Y/N has a breakdown, he's 98% sure it's because of Oswald. He knows about their history, since he also has his own love-hate history with the Penguin.

-- He also knows how dangerous Y/N AND Victor can be when she's in this state. If Victor wouldn't shoot his own boss, he's not certain Y/N wouldn't do it. Killing Oswald would send Gotham into hell all over again, just like it was when Carmine died. He wasn't ready for it.

-- Would find a pretext to arrest Oswald and put him in one of the questioning rooms. Like this, Cobblepot will have some thick hard walls between him and his hitwoman, and Gordon would have the perfect opportunity to scold him and, with Harvey's help, convince Oswald to go apologize.

-- He will refuse to stand between Victor and Oswald if Zsasz barged into the GCPD to kindly offer the Penguin some "shots of courage". Thanks but no thanks. Hopefully, his little talk with Oswald would help to ease the situation. If not... let's not think about it for now...

🍺HARVEY: Let's be clear here. Jim would be the good cop and do the talking. Harvey would bully Oswald and make him pee in his pants, explaining in graphic details how mutilated the last corpses Victor let them deal with were.

-- He would even show him pictures, just for the pleasure of making him turn green.

-- He will 100% send Y/N and Victor a text to snitch Cobblepot's temporary position in the police station and deny it when Jim will ask between gritted teeth. What? He hates Penguin and wants him dead since ages. So what? If he accelerates the process? Some call it murder, others: public service.

🍸BARBARA: pretty much the same reaction she would have with Ed. She wouldn't team up with Riddler, because she's still salty about the whole Tabitha and Butch thing. But will be ready to kill Oswald because he made Y/N feel like shit.

-- She would also barged into the GCPD, demanding Jim to give her Penguin, "you know...for a little chit-chat, with a gun shoved deep down into his throat."

🌸WHEN MAGGIE MAKES Y/N CRY🌸

It's pretty rare, to be honest, but happened once or twice. At first, it would be accidental, she wouldn't even realize how deep her words hurt the other woman. So Victor had to give Maggie 'the talk' about what you can and cannot say to his precious wife, unless you wish him to go after you and end your life. Brutally. And painfully. He didn't go into deep details, just the key words not to pronounce unless you want to die.

After the talk, no excuses. She would know what she was doing, and the rest of the family would know it too.

☂ OSWALD: Since Oswald and Maggie are pretty close and he knows about Maggie's kind nature, I think he would be the most gentle with his approach.

-- Like grown adults, Cobblepot would ask Maggie to sit with him in front of a good relaxing cup of tea and would explain to her why he needs Y/N in full possession of her twisted head to rule Gotham.

-- He wouldn't have to make her feel guilty, the young woman would probably feel already awful after making her mother's figure crumbles under her words.

-- Penguin will offer to accompany her in front of Y/N's door and will make a huge effort to play mediator if needed. The irony, knowing him. But he would try, for his precious family.

👓 ED: Ed would be surprised first. Maggie? Being mean to Y/N? Seriously?! Then, he would be a bit mad. How dare she? Doesn't she know how Y/N put her guard down around her?

-- What angers him, is linked to the fact Y/N softer's side was hurt. Ed is protected by Riddler, and Y/N is protected by her ice-queen facade. Around Maggie, Ed and Y/N can interact freely without the need to protect themselves, or so he thought. Hurting 'soft' Y/N would be like hurting Ed and this is basically why he is so mad. This situation shouldn't happen when they are around Magnolia. But it did.

-- Riddler would be particularly nasty with her, for a few hours or days, depending on what have been said. Just the time to build trust again with the young woman.

-- Her remorse and genuine guilt will help greatly and make Ed resonate with his other self: nobody is perfect and conflict happens. Maggie is also feeling awful and will try her everything to make amend. Which makes her still the better soul in town.

🪒VICTOR: Ouch. "Ungrateful little brat." He would mutters, just before cutting Maggie upcoming answer with the: "Not now", dangerous voice.

-- This one is tricky too, since Maggie is supposed to be their 'adopted daughter' or something similar. Seeing their underling being the one responsible for Y/N's tears and distress makes him furious. Damn, he even gave her THE TALK, and when he summons you somewhere it isn't normally to TALK. But he did, and she didn't listen.

-- Victor would also need to isolate himself a minute or two just to not accidentally cut her hands to teach her a good lesson. He's not sure his wife would appreciate, as mad as she can be. So breathe in and out for him.

-- You can legitimately feel worried when he comes out with a scolding face and a gun held firmly in his right hand. "Run little one. You know the way to our room, I'll help you go here faster", he would say slowly, shooting on the floor as soon as he finished his sentence.

-- Time to beat Bolt's record Mags, or to take a bullet in your ankle... Victor runs pretty fast himself after all...

🚔JIM: never in the 2% left to his previous reflection would he have imagined Maggie being in them. Oh god. He would yell to call Harvey and make him jump with him into their car to rush to Oswald's mansion and try to protect the young woman.

-- GEEE-CEEE-PEEE-DEEE! Yes, you would have it here. Clearly. Both Harvey and Him would barge in with their guns ready to waste bullets and bullet armor ready to take Victor's.

-- Oswald would help them to find Maggie, hopefully before Victor and to ship her to the police station. Bad idea. They're up for a remake of S1 with Victor being here "for Magnolia. Only her." And his deep and frightening voice calling her "OI MAGGIE! MAGGIE! Hi Maggie." You can imagine the rest...

-- If Victor is already chasing her, Jim would try to tackle him on the floor and fight him in hope to knock him out. If he succeeded, see the previous point. If not, Harvey and him would run for dear life next to Maggie making them three idiots rushing to Y/N's door and yelling her name in absolute terror.

🍺HARVEY: He would be the good cop with Maggie and do the talking. "Yeah, Y/N is a beast of a woman, but even beasts have feelings you know Mags? And we all don't want the other beast to go feral now. So please, apologize..."

-- Would offer liquid courage if she needs it. He always has some on him, somewhere. It's his superpower. Don't question it.

-- Would try to stop Zsasz with the 'diving suit' he used in S5. Can't change my mind. He likes her but he also loves his shitty life you know? So ridiculous diving suit it is.

-- Would expect a thank you letter from her after the shitstorm.

🍸BARBARA: Wouldn't try to kill Maggie, she knows the young woman is a touchy subject with her best frenemy. But will revoke all her privileges in her club. Even during ladies night, she would have to pay. "Want a cocktail? No prob, as long as you're ready to pay it twice its price."

-- Empty threats and insults send by text. She doesn't say it but she is jealous of the link between the two women. She knew Y/N first, when she was still sane so she IS her TRUE frenemy. Nobody else!

🚔 WHEN JIM IS AWFUL TO Y/N 🚔

It's pretty hard for Jim to make Y/N cry. For her, he's like a cute little guinea pig with much less survival instinct. Something funny to watch and interact with but not as an equal. Her mistake here. Because he managed to propel her into a mental breakdown a few times. It wasn't on purpose but it did the same. And everyone will not be as kind as they were with Magnolia let me tell you.

☂ OSWALD: "How dare you Jim?! Friends don't make friends feel awful, don't you know it?!" The nerve here!

-- Cobblepot will be inside of the GCPD just after hearing about the incident. He wouldn't move until Jim comes with him to make a full and proper apologize to his hitwoman.

-- Don't hesitate to threaten to impale him in front of at least 50 cops. And won't hesitate to shoot a few of them if it helps Gordon to move.

-- Will screeches in Jim's ears during the whole trip, and rant about how friendship shouldn't be treated so poorly, how insensible he was with his very sensible woman assassin. "Women feel deeper than us, Jim. Everybody knows it! Everybody but YOUUUUU!"

-- Honestly, Jim would apologize. But the main reason may be to make Oswald shuts the fuck up.

👓 ED: Hydraulic press. WHERE IS HIS HYDRAULIC PRESS SO HE COULD TOSS HIS BOWLER HAT INTO THE RING?!

-- Would also go straight to the GCPD, using gas to put everyone to sleep and kidnap Gordon. Simple but effective. Will of course ask a twisted riddle before but he already knows none of these monkeys will have the correct answer.

-- Jim would wake up tied up on a dingy table, in a dingy building in the middle of the Narrows and under Ed's favorite toy: his very threatening hydraulic press.

-- Would put a good 40kg on the man before grabbing his phone, taking a picture of his sorry ass and dialing Y/N's number to call her just after.

-- Would hang the device next to Jim's reddening face, asking if he didn't have something to say to his very precious friend Y/N. "Come on Jim, this one is simple enough for you to answer correctly. Unless you want another 10kg added to your suffering?"

-- Jim would apologize. Mostly to save his poor life. But hey at least he did!

🌸MAGGIE: Oh she would be mad. And find her way to the GCPD with a very hot cup of coffee she would accidentally throw at Jim's head as soon as she would spot him. Harvey would dodge. Not him.

-- The young woman would yell at him, making the thick walls shake and the 50 cops inside rush out of the room, too afraid to also be drenched in burning hot coffee. Solidarity level 9000 here.

-- Won't hesitate to pinch Gordon's ear like an angry mom and pull him behind her to her car and throw his sorry ass in here. After that, she would scold him like Oswald during the whole trip to his mansion and demands an apology.

-- Will ignore him for a few days or weeks after the incident.

🪒VICTOR: again. Remake of his iconic scene in S1. Minus the smile. He's on a mission: grab Jim, cut his hands, shove him into his car, make him apologize and maybe shoot him after, if his wife still feel bad. Or if he's still mad. *Spoiler he will*.

-- Would make a point with shooting the GCPD's main doors with his wife's favorite rocket launcher first. Oh, he killed a dozen agents because of it? Too bad. He doesn't give a shit. He's just here for Jim after all.

-- Only a call from Oswald will prevent the hands cutting thing. Jim will owe Penguin for this too.

-- But nothing will stop Zsasz to grab Jim roughly by the collar and throw him on the backside of his car.

-- Jim will apologize, fearing for his life, and take a bullet in his kneecap since Victor isn't convinced, is still mad, and because fuck it, he wanted to shoot someone today.

🍺HARVEY: No buddy. Nu-hu. "Don't even try to justify how you so brilliantly put us in deep shit. You know what not 'us', it will be you and only you with this one."

-- Despite Barbara stupid claims concerning the fact SHE is the one knowing Y/N since ages - Wrong, I mean Victor knew her before she did - Harvey is the one knowing Y/N the longer. "15 fucking years guys." For sure, he knows one thing or two about the woman and how to act around her to maximize your chances of survival.

-- He's like her favorite constantly drunk uncle, he's sure.

-- But since Harvey is a good man, he would lend his diving suit to Jim, with a little "don't die on me pal" note attached to it. Give this man a whiskey cookie.

🍸BARBARA: will not try to really kill Jimbo. She's still in a passionate love-hate relationship with the cop.

-- BUT! She absolutely will spam him with insulting texts, will make his car looks like a gruyère and might threaten to make the GCPD explodes if Jim doesn't move his pathetic ass to go to Y/N.

-- He would also become persona non grata at the Sirens until he apologizes. She wouldn't give him information if he needed one and would, like the queen she is, invite him to go fuck his self.

🍺 WHEN HARVEY MAKES Y/N CRY 🍺

-- Harvey? Making Y/N cry? Come on! He's too chill for that! Harvey knows what makes Y/N ticks. And he needs her creepy protection texts too much in order to stay alive.

-- He isn't the kind of man to scold her because she went too far with blowing up a building. He would only groan, sigh, and before Jim joined him at the GCPD would simply close any case involving her. Man! Who wants a crazy lunatic woman chasing their poor soul around a city like Gotham?

-- Worse who wants to also have to run for dear life after her sicko husband heard about what you've done to his object of constant obsession?

Exactly: no one.

-- Don't get me wrong, Harvey already had made Y/N experiment mental break down, but when she was younger and much more reckless. He's many things but an idiot, despite what many thought.

-- Harvey is perceptive and, when he gives a fuck, a.k.a when Gotham is starting to burn to the ground because of Y/N feeling off, he would actually give a shit and learn to avoid triggering her like he did.

-- If Harvey feels Y/N starting to crumble after something he might have said, he will immediately stop their argument and suggest going to the nearest bar to drink beer or anything with alcohol.

-- Y/N would be with him and nowhere in town to wreak havoc. It's also a form of public service he is delivering here. Give the man a medal.

Jim would yell at him for his carefree attitude when he judges Y/N deserved a proper scolding and thinks her "I don't care if what I'm doing is destroying the whole humanity" attitude is due to Harvey's and the GCPD lack of discipline when she was younger.

"Dude, she would have been the one who makes you cry like a river", will simply answer Bullock with a shrug.

"Even as a kid, she was crazy enough to tableflip the inox table in the interrogation room right into MY FACE. Then, she stole my gun and started her own little remake of Scarface in the middle of the GCPD. You think Kyle is difficult?! God, she's a fucking saint next to young Y/N Montana."

🍸 WHEN BARBARA MAKES Y/N CRY 🍸

It's not often that Barbara finds her way under Y/N's skin. But like with Jim, it happens from time to time. It's funny because I think Kean would feel awful being the one responsible of the other woman genuine distress. Pissing her off, ok, they both enjoy doing it on a daily basis. But hurting... it's totally different.

☂ OSWALD: "That bitch made Y/N cry!" He would yell from one of his couch to Ed, who would be leaning against a window frame with a scowl. "How dare she?!" Cobblepot would add as he smashed his fist repeatedly against his armchair.

-- Would immediately call Victor and order the annihilation of the Sirens. "You know what to do!" He would spat before hanging up.

-- He absolutely will call all his goons and associates and tell them "Barbara Kean is now banned from their contact list. And the Sirens isn't a neutral place anymore. Yes, absolutely, you can plan a slaughter inside of it, it's not my problem anymore. Enjoy guys."

-- Will ignore her texts, most of it being insults and threats anyway, and will rush to his kitchen to make Y/N some nice tea, even put a bit of whiskey in it, and some biscuits. What? No, it's not kindness, he's simply acting like a good boss.

👓 ED: would be furious. Even if he wouldn't plan to kill Barbara, BeCaUsE tHeY hAvE hIsToRy, he would rush to his hideout and search his beloved mini guillotine. Since Y/N is French, she would appreciate the gesture, he was sure.

-- Tabi would feel a cold shiver in her very bones, something was up. They will not like it, especially Barbara... Oh, dear, not the guillotine again.

-- Will kidnap Kean and tied her up like he did with Butch and Tabi. But this time her 60 seconds will be to call Y/N, pray she's not mad enough to ghost her and apologize.

-- If Riddler is satisfied, he would stop the mechanism. If not. Well, time to make an appointment at Gotham General Hospital. Their surgeon are great, he heard.

🌸MAGGIE: she wouldn't confront Barbara immediately. She knows about Kean misplaced jealousy and it wouldn't do any good barging in and demanding her go apologize.

-- She would call Butch and Tabi instead and explain them Barbara put them on thin ice with basically everyone. So, it will be in their best interest to convince the woman to make amend. And soon, before Oswald calls Victor.

-- Butch would be livid and Tabi doesn't really want to deal with a berserk Zsasz in the middle of the bar.

-- She's herself a very competent assassin but wouldn't try her luck against a man who was mad enough to walk in front of a fucking machine gun, was shot by it and still managed to escape and live to tell the tale. Nope, nu-uh, no way in hell. Ok. Time for Barbara to act like the adult woman she will never be.

🪒VICTOR: "Zsasz is standing in front of the door holding a rocket launcher." Basically this.

-- As soon as he got Oswald's call, he steered the wheel of his car to go straight to the Sirens. Funky Town blasting in the vehicle is enough to make every thug or villain walking in the area to run for their dear shitty life.

-- "Ladies", he's still polite you might note. But isn't smiling. His guns are hitching and he can't wait for a good chase. Butch will love to run again, be caught again and torture all over AGAIN.

-- Already has a plan for Kean's torture session. He will make her crawl like an animal and finish what he should have done a few years ago in Carmine's mansion. Clearly.

🚔JIM: poor dude will try to do the right thing and rush to Barbara to protect her from Victor, Ed and Oswald. If he managed to catch her before Ed or Victor, he would try to put some sense into her thick head.

-- "Are you suicidal now Barbara?! Call Y/N before you lose a hand or worse, your whole head!" He would plead, just before a strangled yelp escaped his mouth when he hears Funky Town just behind him. "Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Call her NOW!"

🍺HARVEY: "Your problem, bitch", that's what he would say just before grabbing his coat and hat, ready to go out of the GCPD.

-- "Where are you going now Harvey?!" Would ask Jim incredulously.

-- "To the bar, Jim. And I'm not going alone. Will go fetch the kid first then help her drink her sorrow and maybe puke it later. Who knows?"

🪒WHEN VICTOR MAKES Y/N CRY 🪒

Oh boy, good luck with this one. If he's usually able to make Y/N mad enough to chase him down the dirty streets in her panties and guns in her hands and find great delight in it, Victor is totally fucked when he's the reason why his wife is crying. He's useless and would immediately ask if she wants a glass of water. *Worthless dude alert*

He's out of his comfort zone with Y/N tears. Because it means he managed to reach the most sensible part of her and isn't acclimated to it yet. For him, his dear wife is ruthless, a cold-blood killer, always have some sass in spare for him or will always find a way to make him pay if he does something that made her mad. But tears? How are you supposed to act in front of them when they aren't the product of one of your twisted torture session? *Insert Windows error sound*

☂ OSWALD: Shock. Facepalm. Grunts. Screeches. Yes, in this very order.

-- "What the hell VICTOR?! You're not supposed to make your wife cry! What about my next grand villain's plan?! How am I supposed to concretise it without Y/N, uh?! GO APOLOGIZE IDIOT!"

-- Will wait next to the door with his arms crossed like an angry father waiting for his child to correct his mistake. And glare at him if he dares saying something stupid aggravating his wife's ire. "Bloody imbecile!"

-- Will give all suicidal missions he kept especially to Y/N in hope to kill her accidentally in the process to Zsasz. Doesn't care if there is only 24h in a day. Victor screwed, he has to face the consequences.

-- Still a good boss and make her tea + biscuits. Even plan a self-care day in which they would apply moisturizing masks on each other faces, do the other their manicure and watch stupid tv shows all day.

👓 ED: now he wants the original guillotine model. That fucker won't live to see another day.

-- Ed can't forgive Victor. As a husband, it was HIS role to make sure his wife was ok and prevent any tears to escape from her beautiful, piercing and steel-cold eyes. He failed her. And Edward, as well as Riddler, won't tolerate it.

-- Will go against Oswald wish and try to kidnap Zsasz. If he succeeds, Victor would wake up with the Marseillaise sound, tied up and his head ready to end into a cute little basket abhorring a blue, white and red bow.

-- Only a call from Y/N would make him stop.

-- If Zsasz managed to prevent the kidnapping, he would feel the electrical end of his cane. Maybe more than once. Ed would also taste the blade of his knife or a bullet from Victor's gun, but he's too mad to care. You don't make Y/N cry. End of the story.

🌸MAGGIE: she would want to cry too. Last quarrel between Y/N and Victor was awful.

-- It impacted everyone in Gotham: the slaughters and bloodbaths exploded because of the two, and the postal services were still shocked about their bloody and deadly epistolary relationship. For God's sake, Y/N sent Victor at least a dozen decapitated heads in the middle of cacti!

-- She will scream at Zsasz, trying to make him understand how he has been stupid and how you don't offer a freaking glass of water just after making someone cry!

-- Will hide his weapon. All of them. And his clothes, replacing them with white and pink ones. Be ready to see ViKen walk around for a few days.

-- Will ask Oswald to make his ears bleed.

🚔JIM: Oh no... not again. He was not ready. Not at all.

-- Will immediately send a warning text to Y/N: "No decapitated heads in the middle of cacti. Not again. Are you ok, though?"

-- Will pray Satan so he would help his best agents on earth to reconcile, and ask God for forgiveness after doing it.

-- Will groan if a killing spree happens after the crying and curse Zsasz.

🍺HARVEY: *Best alcoholic uncle in town joined the game*

-- "Fucking hell dude! No scorned Y/N, cause she's worse than any scorned woman! I know it, you know it, and everyone in town knows it! Go apologize, I'm sending something to relax her. Don't try to talk until she has drunk half of the bottle. Yeah, you're welcome."

-- Won't hesitate to add one or two Xanax into the bottle. Or a little something carefully rolled with a lighter next to it. *Don't do drugs bruh, it's bad*. It's for an emergency, the commissioner will look the other way don't worry, as well as the courier. Shh. It's their little secret.

-- Will also pray Satan for his help. But won't ask for God's forgiveness, he would have done the same.

🍸BARBARA: "You're dead Zsasz."

-- Will join forces with Ed to help him concretise his beheading plan.

-- Will dress in blue, white and red for the occasion and even wave a little French flag during the whole operation.

-- Will send the picture to Y/N to cheer her up.

BONUS:

🍷CARMINE: no matters who made Y/N cry, Carmine will know. Even if he's not the king of Gotham anymore, he still has contacts and will call them to make life a living hell for the responsible of his adoptive child's distress.

-- But if it's Victor, oh dear. Prepare for a disappointed father's call and scolding. Victor would be the one crying at the end of it. He would ask for Falcone's forgiveness and ask a few tips about what to do when you hurt your wife.

-- Be ready for old-fashioned advice about buying flowers, at this point the whole shop, diamonds, and do basically everything your wife might ask. "Minus throwing yourself out the window, Victor. She'll ask but don't do it. You both would regret it." "Yes, Sir."

A/N - I hope it wasn't too long or too boring and you liked it! Have a beautiful day/night and take care dear!

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In a Past Life

🌸Submission for Meet Me Under the Cherry Tree Event hosted by @cultofdionysusnet 🌸Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) 🌸Genre: right person wrong time, cute meet, historical au, soulmate au 🌸Word Count: 3,224 🌸Warnings: heartbreak, slight suggestive kissing 🌸Rated: 18+ MDNI 🌸Summary: In a past life... you were Seonghwa's first love 🌸Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland i'm sorry you had to suffer through this angst first but you know seonghwa is my go-to for this stuff 💞

"Oh, is it you?"

"Excuse me?"

"We met in Paris."

"I've never been to Paris."

His smile was wide and eager, his eyes patiently waiting for you to recognize him. When you didn't, he frowned but only slightly. Nothing could wipe the glee from his face from seeing you.

"That's weird. I already got my memories back." He took a step towards you and you took one step back.

"Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm not who you think I am."

The smell of cherry blossoms permeated the air, a rush of a breeze blowing through your hair and making you reach up to keep your hair from going everywhere but this man with his bright pink hair took another step and pushed it behind your ear. His eyes scanned your face and you felt like your heart was in your throat.

"Long hair did always suit you," He smiled sadly and then stepped back.

Your mouth moved but you didn't speak the words. "Merci."

The unfamiliar man cocked his head in curiosity, eyes wide, and replied, "De rien."

"I always did love your French."

You slapped a hand over your mouth, still not understanding what was going on. “I’ve gotta go.”

“Please, wait, Star!” The man reached out for you but you dodged his grasp. “Please, let me explain. I’m Seonghwa--I’m your soul--”

You shook off the encounter as just some random person with some severe issues, or someone trying to prank you. But you couldn't deny that you had spoken without meaning to. What had come over you and what would provoke a strange man to speak to you?

That night you dreamt~...

Dream Flashback to your previous life, during the 1920's

You always enjoyed the night life but when you went to Paris, it only made you fall in love with it more. The quiet way the streets lived, only lit up with softly glowing lamps, made it feel romantic. Perhaps that’s why you had fallen so hard for Park Seonghwa.

He was a high class citizen, his family sending him off to Paris on some international banking exchange. You were a working class gal, having scrapped up all your savings in order to view Paris and its history. The fact that the two of you had bumped into each other, alone, was unheard of but you almost felt like it was fate.

“Bonsoir,” You had murmured when the dark haired man had peek-a-boo-ed past the steel beam of the bridge you had been crossing.

“Ah, B-bon-soir,” He stuttered back. You instantly knew he was a foreigner like yourself and relaxed.

“I speak English, it’s okay,” You reassured him.

The man let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I’m still getting used to it.”

You giggled at how silly he sounded. You bent your neck and continued to walk when the man ran to catch up with you. “Can I walk with you? A lady as beautiful as yourself should not be walking at night alone.”

You smiled slightly. “I haven’t needed a man to protect me for quite some time.”

“I’m Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa,” He introduced himself, “Where is your father? Your brother?”

You shook your head. You pulled your shawl tighter. “I’m alone here. I’ve come to study architecture. I’ve got a job at a firm, you see. I’m only a secretary but I love the flow of buildings.”

Seonghwa nodded as if he understood. “Still, I’d like to accompany you. If you don’t mind.”

“Well, you’re not terrible company,” You teased.

Seonghwa ducked his head, laughing to himself. “That’s a relief.”

Something about Seonghwa pulled at you. Watching the way the lights flashed over his skin, the way his eyes lit up as he listened to you talk about the history you had learned since you’d been here, you felt yourself falling in love with a man you had only met. It was hard not to. He was handsome but his heart was also so kind.

“Monsieur,” You paused after your walk. “It is the hour in which I should adjourn to my rooms I’ve rented. You’ve certainly made this evening memorable.”

Seonghwa twisted his fingers, staring at the ground. “May I call upon you again, Miss?”

You couldn't help but audibly gasp. “Call on me? Again?”

Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with worry. “I can come back during the day perhaps! I don’t wish to be so forward but I don’t think my heart could take not seeing you again.”

You began to shake your head. You did not want to be one of those ninnies that came back from a vacation with a husband. You had worked hard for your independence. “No, Sir, I don’t think--”

Seonghwa grabbed your hands and held them tightly. “Please. Don’t break my heart, Star.”

You stared at him with a gob-smacked expression. “Break your heart? Star?"

“I mean--yes--you--you’re beautiful and your mind is wonderful--did I mention you’re kind? So wonderful--and I wish to speak further with you--I’m in Paris for the whole week--won’t you allow me one more visit?” Seonghwa stuttered and cut himself off and the most precious blush imaginable bloomed across his face. You found that you couldn't say no to that.

“Okay,” You agreed, “You may call upon me again, Monsieur Park. But please, come again during the night. I’m free then and I do so enjoy the walk.”

When you met Seonghwa that evening as the sun set, he was holding a picnic basket. His eyes lit up when he saw you walk down the stairs to meet him on the street. “I hope you don’t mind. Perhaps we could go to Parc du Champ-de-Mars? The cherry blossoms are lovely this time of year.”

You nodded, “That sounds wonderful.”

A lovely pink blush colored Seonghwa’s cheeks. “I hope it also isn’t presumptuous of me to have packed some wine. I bought cheese and then bread and I thought--”

You put a hand on Seonghwa’s arm to stop his rambling. “That’s awfully thoughtful of you.”

The two of you walked arm in arm and enjoyed each other's company. You told him of your day when he shook his head at your own polite question of his day. "It's boring bank stuff. They just get me to sign in my father's stead. It's nothing worth mentioning."

You pursed your lip to the side in unease. "But Seonghwa, you know everything about me and I know nothing about you."

Seonghwa's mouth opened and closed. "You're right. My apologies. I just--"

"Seonghwa, you let me prattle for hours about my job," You reminded him.

He ducked his head, laughing at himself. "Alright, alright."

You helped Seonghwa spread the blanket he had brought on the grass when you reached your destination. Once Seonghwa poured himself a glass of wine in fine crystalware, he became more relaxed. He told you of his hobbies of building tiny ships in bottles and you made him promise to show you how he did it. He spoke of his family, how they were well off and he wanted for naught. It was quite different from your upbringing. He had an older brother who he did not talk to while you were a middle child. The two of you couldn't have been more different except for your interest in building things, and of course, a newfound love for Paris.

Perhaps you had too many glasses in your enjoyment of the time spent with Seonghwa. You had never met a man like him. He didn't want to talk about himself, he didn't want to brag about his life, he didn't want to do anything but listen to you, and that was rare. So now you were babbling. About how you were the only working girl of your friends, who had all gotten married. How you wanted more than just to stay at home and cook and take care of the children.

Once your brain caught up with your mouth, you covered it. "Seonghwa, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…I'm sorry," You finished lamely.

Seonghwa looked at you with such delight in his eyes that you could have sworn you had offered him a cream puff. "I love you," he said simply.

Your eyes widened and his mirrored yours and then Seonghwa was covering his face and you were cleaning out of anxiety. He stood up when you did and you both bonked heads.

"Seonghwa--"

"Star--"

You pressed your lips together as Seonghwa met your eyes while looking up through his brow. "You first."

"I think I should go," You said, rubbing your hands over your arms.

"Please, take my jacket at least." Seonghwa removed his tweet jacket with the leather elbows.

You took a step back. What were you doing? This was supposed to be a trip to learn first hand some of the most beautiful architecture in the world and instead you were drinking wine and eating cheese with a man who wasn't even attainable for you. His family had money and you had to work for every penny. This was inconceivable!

"I can't, Seonghwa. I shouldn't have even come tonight. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Wait, don't do that. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable but don't close me out like that," Seonghwa pleaded with you.

"Seonghwa, please." You shook your head and took another step back. You tripped on the back of your skirt and began to fall backwards.

Seonghwa's long legs were quick to bring himself to your side and caught you with his hand on the back of your head and the small of your back. His eyes softened as they moved over your face. "I really do love you."

"We've known each other for barely a day," You scoffed at him.

"I feel like I've known you for a lifetime," He admitted.

"What is this?" You asked, more to yourself than to Seonghwa.

"I'm not questioning," Seonghwa smiled widely.

"You know we can't do this," You tried one more time to find the voice of reason.

"I don't care," Seonghwa murmured and then he tipped his head to kiss you.

It was a soft kiss but it was sure. Seonghwa knew he loved you and wanted to communicate it to you through his lips. You couldn't help but reach up and cup his face, feeling the warmth from his emotions traveling through him to you. You were falling hard and you were falling fast and you were sure once you hit the ground, it was going to hurt, but at this moment, you were starting to feel like Seonghwa: you didn't care.

The next day, Seonghwa didn't meet you in the evening, but in the morning. You two ate croissants and drank lattés on iron chairs at a corner cafe and walked along the Seine. In the afternoon, you strolled through the Louvre, admiring the paintings of old. It didn't matter what you did, truly, because all you wanted was to be in Seonghwa's presence. You clung to his arm, as much as proprietary would allow you, exchanging loving glances all the while.

It wasn't until the evening where everything became dangerous. Suddenly, there were nooks and crannies where you could dip to steal a kiss. And a kiss became a touch and a touch became a blush.

"Seonghwa," You said his name, eyes swirling with stars.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I'm greedy for you." Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip, "Please, let me kiss you again."

He tilted his head to kiss you again but you put a finger in between his and your lips. "I have to go home before you ruin me, Park Seonghwa."

Seonghwa's eyes darkened but then he coughed. "I have to get you home before I am no longer a gentleman."

The night of Paris was alive but you two only had eyes for each other. Seonghwa could not stop himself from bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of your hand. He couldn't stop staring at you like you were the only other human on this earth. And you were pretty sure he was an angel that didn't belong here.

Seonghwa's hair fell into his eyes as he stared down at you, your back now against the door to the building where you were renting a room. "Don't invite me inside."

"Seonghwa!" You giggled.

He now sported a crooked smile that could barely contain his glee. "Don't take my hand and pull me to your bed."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Park Seonghwa, you're in dangerous water."

Seonghwa brought your hand to his lips again, placing a soft kiss there like he had countlessly tonight, but this time seemed more sensuous and you had a hard time breathing now. He undid the tiny button that held your glove in place and slowly pulled the material off. He then took your hand and placed a kiss on your palm instead. His tongue came out, sneakily so, and you gasped.

"Monsieur, you have to stop," You insisted halfheartedly.

"Mademoiselle, I cannot," Seonghwa admitted, teasing in his tone.

You slowly extracted your hand from Seonghwa, somehow, and held it to your heart with your other. "I have to go, Seonghwa."

"Marry me."

The silence was palpable.

"Star?"

"I don't want to get married, Seonghwa, I told you that," You informed him coolly.

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed. "I know, but--"

You shook your head. "I told myself this was a bad idea. Why didn't I listen?"

Seonghwa looked worried now. "No--Star--don't! Don't say that!"

"I have a job to go back to, or did you forget that's why I'm here!" You shouted at him.

"I--I didn't forget! I just want to be with you forever! Why is that a bad thing?" Seonghwa shouted back.

A window opened above you two and someone shouted and you had to part on bad terms. Seonghwa only had one full more day until he was destined to leave on a luxury ship to home. And still he showed up at your building the next day, with a bouquet of cherry blossoms.

You crossed your arms under your chest. "Monsieur," You acknowledged him.

Seonghwa winced at the distance in your voice. "Star, please!"

"Pretty flowers are not going to make me forget what you said last night, Park Seonghwa."

Seonghwa took an eager step forward. "I know that! But I want you to know how sorry I am. I wasn't thinking, I just--"

You held up a hand and Seonghwa wilted. "You wanted it, last night, I saw it in your face."

Seonghwa's head hung low. "I did."

"I can't, Seonghwa."

The next time Seonghwa looked at you, his eyes were brimming with tears. "It'll be different with me, I promise! I won't make you do anything. You can still work, we can travel, I--"

You felt your throat constricting with emotions. "No. No, Seonghwa, what happens when I get pregnant? No, I don't want that life!"

A sole tear traveled down the apple of Seonghwa's cheekbone. "Please, Star, don't do this. I love you."

"What happens when we get back home, Seonghwa? When your parents find out I'm a working class girl, that I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth? What if they decide that they won't allow us to marry, what then?"

Seonghwa shook his head, more tears falling down his cheeks. "I won't let them. They can't keep us apart. I love you."

"And I love you too, you idiot, but that doesn't matter!" You wailed.

Seonghwa bit down on his lip. "You love me too?"

You rolled your eyes and threw up your hands. "Oh for goodness sake, Seonghwa, it doesn't matter!"

Seonghwa put the flowers on the stoop and took you in his arms. "That's all that matters," He hiccuped quietly.

"Let go of me, Seonghwa. You know we can't do this." Great, now you were crying.

Seonghwa cupped your face and used both his thumbs to wipe away your tears. "Star, will you marry me?"

You shook your head but your lower lip was pulling downwards, trembling. "I can't, don't ask this of me, please."

"Marry me," Seonghwa said again, eyes on your lips now, watching as your tears mingled there.

"Please," You whispered.

"I love you," Seonghwa said simply, and he bent down to kiss you.

You started to sob into his lips, shoulders shaking, and still he kissed you like he was trying to portray his love of you through his lips. When he seperated, he smiled at you and you felt your resistance fade. "I love you too."

"Marry me," Seonghwa pushed, his forehead touching yours, "Be mine forever."

"Yes."

The rest of the day was a whirlwind. Seonghwa purchased a beautiful but simple white dress for you. A blue ribbon was wrapped around the cherry blossom bouquet. Seonghwa had a beautiful old comb hair piece that was his grandmothers that he kept as a piece of her to travel with him. The final piece was to meet at a small chapel where you would get married.

You bid Seonghwa goodnight, a simple, final kiss before your lives began together.

Except you never made it to the chapel.

All your anxieties built up through the night. You screamed and cried and broke your own heart a thousand times over. You convinced yourself that Seonghwa would resent you as life continued. Or you would resent him. You didn't want to taint this beautiful love you had found in Paris. So you booked a ship early that morning, left Paris and never saw Seonghwa again.

Dream Flashback Complete

When you woke up the next day, your pillow was wet with tears and you knew what you had to do. You rushed to the cherry tree that you had met current-day Seonghwa at the other day.

Your heart beated in relief to see the flash of pink hair and he turned towards you, almost like he could feel your approach.

“Seonghwa!” You said his name, feeling your heart break into a million tiny pieces because of your past life.

He opened his arms wide and you threw your body at him. He squeezed you and told you that everything was going to be okay while you sobbed into his chest. He spoke some French to you, which soothed your soul as well. As much as it hurt to know that you were never together in your past life, despite how much you loved each other, there was now a chance.

“I love you,” You declared to him, lips tipping downwards and sobs still wracking your shoulders.

“I know,” Seonghwa smiled softly down at you. His thumbs brushed your tears away as he cupped your face.

“I don’t care what it takes, I’m never leaving your side,” You promised.

"I was stupid to let you walk away yesterday. I was stupid to let you walk away back then too," Seonghwa admitted.

"Let's do everything all over again," You declared.

"Back to Paris?" Seonghwa confirmed with an eager smile.

The breeze rushed past you both, the smell of cherry blossoms wafting past, carrying the pink petals in the air. It felt like fate and destiny were trying to push you back together again.

"Oui," You lifted yourself to your tiptoes and were the one to try to kiss Seonghwa to show him just how much you love him.

"Je t'aime," Seonghwa murmured against your lips.

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lights-at-night · 8 months

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k so in light of the new ofmd trailer (:DDDD !!! <333) i must yeet my thoughts here

so at some point, stedes gonna be in china. idk how he would end up there, but its before his reunion with ed, which is probably where we pick up that new susan character

ed is absolutely not dealing with the breakup well. hes shown crying (again), states he had a bad night, and the whole “no more booze, no more drugs and no more stede” part implies he absolutely got high and blackout drunk. when did he do this tho? it could have been the night directly after the breakup, which is possible, but what i think is he did thing at 0:26 and went full blackbeard for a day, then had a super-mental-breakdown at night after he did a bunch of piracy. cmon he had it coming dude got abandoned by the first person to value him as he was and after coping well was promptly told by his like oldest friend to act like the media version of himself again and then killed a guy+ and probably more.

where did the pearls ed is wearing come from? i think hes wearing them at the scene where they raid a wedding and also above picture, idk. he wasnt wearing them in the last appearance in s1 right? i wish for a timeline when did he get those

anne bonny!! she and someone are here. (lesbians?)maybe stede and ed are reconnecting with the wider pirate community and they accidentally reunite. but thats unlikely considering the “ED!” *slap* part, but that could also be afterwards. Aaaaaaaaaa

why are people fighting at spanish jackies bar

and someone is yote into the water. i have a feeling its ed bc of the silhouette, but im not sure. It would be fun if lucius like revenge-pushed him in tho

OKAY MY MASTER CONSPIRACY (not really)

what with all the british fancy army dudes and “to is the end of piracy” or something, and now “we have one shot to get out of here”, i think they got captured by the english. blackbeard escaped and broke the act of grace contract, which aint a good look for them. so itd make sense if they were to go after the revenge. now they get captured, as its implied in that part that the crew are breaking out of somewhere.

see they are fighting at 1:29

ALSO KEY THING in 1718

(https://blogs.loc.gov/law/2022/12/stede-bonnet-and-the-golden-age-of-piracy-part-two/)

i think the endy bit of ofmd might follow what seems to have happened historically! which…might not be the best thing.

because the historical stede bonnet dies dec 10, 1718.

…

i hope that doesnt happen.

at 1:12: doesnt the guy in white look like the guy ed (tries to?) shoot in the teaser?? something gives me hornigold vibes i think i saw a post about it idk

the only thing my brain came up with for why theyre all wearing garlic and doing the cross at 1:17 was vampires.

a party definitely happens at some point, love it

also pretty minor thing but someone does drag in there and i would like to proudly state that i called it a week ago (@queers-of-marybelltownship and @photogenic-strawberry can confirm this)

someone is swinging between two ships. is this a new way to board ships? man i dont know well just have to see

izzy dealing with the english again is probably going to happen but with the whole “you dont know the first thing about piracy its not about glory its about belonging to something” line i doubt it will be with malicious intentions towards our intrepid protagonists again

i think - i hope - blackbeard dressing in plainer clothing at the end of the trailer as opposed to allllll the black leather is a sign that he and stede have made up and are chill.

in this season there will be lesbians/sapphics

and may we just admire jims new look

thats it thank you for reading all 6 hundred and something words of this byeeeeeee

(hope that made sense bc when i copy pasted this from docs all the pictures got removed :’))

#our flag means death #our flag means death 2 #our flag means death s2 #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd trailer

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Okay so this is a part 2 to @echoflare841's question because I quickly realized that this is gonna be one helluva mega post if I slapped it all into one post. You might wanna sit down for this one, and uh, if you wish to maintain your innocence and not develop a whole new infuriation towards Scholastic for being so damn slow with translations, then uh, this is your chance to leave and keep Pandora's box unopened, I'll see you when my brainrot allows me to actually do something ^^. Here's a little guy to take with you on your travels.

Still here? Aight, cool. Buckle up.

Scholastic currently has five of the Thea Stilton series translated to English for us to consume, and that's 36 books in the main series, 19 books (on paper) in the Mouseford series, 9 special editions, the Treasure Seekers trilogy, and four Classic Tales. (The graphic novels were released by Papercutz, a company independent of Scholastic.) Now, if we're gonna tally up EdiPiemme's arsenal of Thea Stilton books (and I do mean arsenal), one thing you're gonna have to remember is that Thea Stilton itself is a franchise, not a series. Yes, the Thea Sisters are the spotlight in most of these, but there are some series that fall under the Thea Stilton franchise that are rather different and simply are an extension of the Geronimo Stilton Literary Universe.

Anyway so with that, this is what EdiPiemme has in Thea Stilton books, as of 2023:

59 books in the main series (Avventura)

61 books in the Mouseford series (Vita al College)

12 special edition books, plus the Treasure Seekers trilogy

12 Classic Tales or Libri del Cuore (they did Jane Eyre ya'll as a ninth grade Jane Eyre fan I am surprised)

11 Heart Detective books (Detective del Cuore, basically the girls open up a hobbyist detective agency dedicated to the romantic, the infatuated, and the people who are too shy to confess to their crushes. They play part-detective, part-matchmaker in helping two people who have crushes on each other get together. I think. The detective agency tho I'm very certain on, it's the cutest thing they've done so far)

5 Secret Diaries, just some extra content in the form of a diary all five girls share. Stuff about their lives you don't get to see in adventures that much, and it's cute :D

5 Secrets of the Thea Sisters -- i-it's just five kids' activity books but Thea Sister-themed and also some lore

3 books in Sirene, which is a fantasy thing where the Thea Sisters find a magic link in Whale Island that leads to a mermaid kingdom :D if you felt clickbaited by the special editions because they don't actually have the girls become fairies or something, then Sirene actually has them turn into mermaids for their time in the Cobalt Kingdom :D

23 books in Incanto-- it's a KoF spinoff that follows a group of KoF princesses and princes trying to save it from uh big baddies :D

3 books in Three Girls in the Court of King Arthur, once again another spinoff that circles around three lady knights in King Arthur's court hoping to save the world from Morgana and her mysterious Silent Knight

3 Adventures Through Time, yes the girls get to travel back in time, but it's more magic than science and there's an emphasis on some historical girlbosses

6 Stars Academy books

2 books in The Roses and the Spades, which is a sequel to TGitCoKA

1 SuperSisters book, which is basically a superhero book for the Thea Sisters so they can kick ass and stop having villains roll nat20s in intimidation--

2 Cases in Progress, an ongoing series where the girls are investigating some funky cases detected by an algorithm Paulina's invented that searches the internet space for funky anomalies and weird shnit to investigate

1 book in Spectralia, where three hooman girls get Jumanji-ed into a board game and they gotta Jumanji their way outa there, I only learned about this just now while doing research and it's an interesting premise :3c

And I think that's it? There's one choose-your-adventure type thing where you get to investigate with the girls on a case relating to a crown, but that's about it I think. I dunno, EdiPiemme and the Thea Sisters' blog's catalogues have been a mess since they updated the visuals on both, so I unfortunately can't say for sure if I got all of them or if I missed one because my original sources missed them, but eh. Anyway uh, hope you have fun with this new knowledge :'D

#geronimo stilton #thea stilton #thea sisters #questions with e #hey if all else fails now you are free to express your frustrations on it and grieve with us on the lack of content we English speakers hav #if you decided to let sleeping dogs lie #then I hope you enjoyed the bord #he's a familiar from a roleplay server I'm in #he's my son <:]#if you chose to read on then uh enjoy the information you now have?#the next maneuver can only be to #what the hell scholastic

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starsfic · 1 year

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Prompt: Camila meets Odalia...& proceeds to gives her a Good spanking.

Prompt: Camila meets Alador & learns about the blights (aka Camila wants to give Odalia a Good spanking)

SLAP

The noise echoed off the clearing that everyone had gathered in. Amity looked up from her father's arms as Alador let out a low whistle. "Wow, she got angrier than I thought."

"What? What did you say?"

Alador shrugged. "Just...Some things. Don't worry about it."

SLAP

Her- Odalia was leaning away from Camila, her hand to her cheek, a bright fuming red from the chancla her girlfriend's mom had pulled out of nowhere. "Wha- HOW DARE YOU-"

SLAP

"How dare I?! How dare YOU! YOU-" Camila's English broke into a mess of Spanish Amity could only half understand, broken up by shrieks of rage from her and shrieks of terror as Odalia folded under the furious slaps.

Ed and Em exchanged looks. They both looked at Amity. She shrugged and they both broke into grins, admiring light filling their eyes as they turned back to the scene.

"That's your mother-in-law?"

"So that's where Luz gets it."

#my writing #TOH #The Owl House #Camila Noceda #Alador Blight #Odalia Blight #Amity Blight #Edric Blight #Emira Blight

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I get what the writers were trying to do with Izzy in season 2, I think it was forced and not executed that well, but it made sense with the narrative they were going for. However, with the smaller budget, less episodes, and the way they ended last season, they pushed themselves into a corner and getting out of that corner was plain sloppy and they never recovered (with IZZY). They did their best with Izzy but his redemption arc never sat down well with me and it was very hard to go past it throughout the season and fully apreciate what they were doing with him. Tbh, I'm still mad at some of their choices.

I think the redemption arc falls short to me because of how it started. They made Izzy vulnerable right away (when he cried in Fang's arms), and not only did that make him more sympathetic, but the rest of the crew was also on his side, which if it made absolute sense narratively (and who could blame them? Their boss was traumatizing them) felt like a slap to the face as a viewer because... This guy? This asshole that treated the crew like shit, sold out Stede to the English, betrayed and threatened/emotionally abused Ed many times, was met with support and kindness? Right away? In episode 1? After everything he had JUST done? It was a betrayal as a viewer too. He was so happy to have Blackbeard back at the very very end of season 1, popping a fucking boner at having his toe cut off, and suddenly he was regretting it? And we had to be fine with it, nod along and ask for more? We didn't see any transition between those states, he just went from one extreme to the other, so it felt unearned and it was unfair of the writers to expect everyone to be fine with this.

Seriously, don't force me to like him, what is that? This isn't good writing, this is just writers forcing a character to be suddenly good so we'll shed a tear when he dies. I didn't cry. I didn't mind Izzy by the end but I won't be manipulated into loving him. So yeah, I don't think I'll ever be okay with the way they started his redemption arc, and it tainted the rest of his journey this season. The frustration that I feel with his arc will never go away.

Don't even let me start on how they handled the whole Ed/izzy dynamic that made Izzy look more sympathetic. The writers basically gave so many ammunitions to the Canyon by making Ed spiral so hard and dragging everyone with him on his self-destructive path. Don't get me wrong, I really LOVE what they did with Ed himself, he felt so human and compelling in those early episodes. What I'm NOT okay with is how they made Izzy suddenly vulnerable AND him being silent about his involvement in pushing Ed and literally threatening to kill him. That silence was LOUD and encouraged people to see this as a one-sided thing with Ed being the bad guy and Izzy his victim. There were some moments where he did recognize what he did, but it was always a passing comment and never felt like he really understood or owned up to what he did wrong, and the apology to ED only came at the very end of the season. 8 episodes of people wanting Ed's apology as if Izzy himself didn't do some fucked up things? Fuck right off.

I got so riled up writing this, can you tell? Feels good to let it out though.

#25.

#ofmd #izzy hands #canonizzyhours

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battle of the bands au

In the bustling cafeteria of Hawkins High School, Robin Buckley suddenly finds her meditation time interrupted by two figures slamming on the other side of the table. She jumps.

"So..." - Vickie smiles a nervous thing, skipping a single sheet of paper on the table - "...we got the list of the students signed up".

"You know. The competition", Chrissy grins so sweetly it cannot be good.

"Are we supposed to have that?" Robin asks but reaches for the paper anyway. Vickie slides it out of reach.

"No. So, we were looking at the names -"

"Like the little cheaters that you are". She reaches for the paper again.

"- and saw an interesting one! Woo hoo!"

Robin looks from one to the other and waits, growing slightly nervous too. Her hands tighten around the saxophone.

"Is Jason entering?"

Chrissy makes a gurgle of a dying sound. "Jesus, no. Think I'd be here if that was a possibility?"

"Can you imagine though?" Vickie gets distracted as Robin expected. "That'd be - Hey!"

Robin leans away from the swatting hand, eyes skipping over the list of names. Uninteresting, uninteresting, uninteresting.

Corroded Coffin: Eddie Munson, Jeff Smith, Nancy Wheeler, Gareth Green.

Robin feels as if slapped.

"What? Nancy Wheeler? No. In Corroded Coffin? No. With Eddie Munson? Heavy metal? No. Bass? She plays the bass? No. Is this a joke? No".

"We broke her", Chrissy mournfully whispers.

"Hey, it's fine", Vickie smirks. "I'm mean, one more place for you two to butt heads! Yay!"

"Oh, god", Robin groans, slamming her head on the table. Nancy prissy, perfect Wheeler likes heavy metal.

"This is a good thing!" Chrissy sing-songs.

"Yes, yes, right. You have things in common! Other than boring straight A's in biology and English. You can strike up a conversation now".

"And apparently there are hidden layers in the prissy, valedictorian facade! Chin up, Buckley, it's a wonderful day!"

Robin groans again, in actual pain.

"You don't understand. Now we have to win".

"What, why?"

"Seriously, Vickie?"

Robin picks her head up and narrows her eyes at the redhead too. Repeats Chrissy's, "Seriously?"

"I mean you don't have to be competitive".

"She will be", Robin taps the paper. "If she could, she'd struggle me with her perfect shoelaces. I have to strike first so I don't get crashed into pieces with an electric bass until there's no returning in a fuctional condition".

"Jesus, you need therapy".

"Screw off, Chrissy".

"Just talk to her".

"Oh, my god".

"She doesn't seem violent".

Robin repeatedly taps the paper. "Evidence suggests otherwise! She's friends with Eddie? Eddie? They'll never find my body. Oh shit, wait. Guys, we have to lose! So she doesn't have more reason to -"

Both Chrissy and Vickie shake their heads. "No. No, we are here to win!"

Dramatically, Robin crumples off of the chair and on the filthy floor, clutching the instrument to her chest. It's nice and cold here. "You don't care about me. You don't care".

"Nicely done, Buckley", a laugh comes from somewhere above and when Robin tilts her head back against the floor, she finds Eddie Munson smirking proudly down at her. He has his badass guitar in one of his badass hands with the badass rings and black nail polish.

"Leave me be, Ed".

A body comes to lay down next to her. Chrissy cuddles into her side but Robin doesn't move.

"Leave her alone, Eddie. She is mentally devastated to be in love with an enemy".

There is no other layer of height to crumple down to. Only hell. "I'm not in love".

"Yeah, right".

"Could have fooled us".

"Fuck you and fuck you. Specifically you".

"Why me? It was Chrissy's idea to get the list!"

"What list?"

"Oh, fuck me", Robin whimpers, closing her eyes before having to gaze at Nancy Wheeler. Her heart is already pounding a lovesick pace that Robin despises. Dear good God above the skies, she is truly useless; of all the girls in this town -

"Why are you on the ground?"

"It's cold", Robin mumbles, daring to open one eye and look up at - oh, come on.

Nancy Wheeler is armed with an electric bass. It hangs from one shoulder, brushing low over her narrow hips, and Robin is jealous of an musical instrument. Great. God. This is seriously getting ridiculous. She is so mad at how pretty the girl is right now.

She cuddles the saxophone tighter against her chest, pressing the mouthpiece into her neck and popping her chin on the narrow arch.

"I thought you played the trumpet", Nancy Wheeler accuses her for having hidden depths.

"I thought you were a priss".

Oh, Jesus Christ.

"I mean I..." - she shoots up in a sitting position, spinning on her ass to face Nancy Wheeler's murderous intentions with the bravery of a firefighter in front of an inferno - "...heavy metal, Wheeler. Heavy stuff, like - whoa, it's cool. Hardcore and shit and, huh... You didn't seem like the type with those pink shoelaces and the academic scholar vibe brought to a high school, but look at you! Whoa. Full of surprises! You wield that bass like it's a machine gun. Like that's..." - hot - "...cool! So cool."

Nancy is staring down at her as if Robin just presented her a detailed, scientific plan of getting NASA to Mars in three weeks from now.

"Many things you don't know about me".

"Yeah".

Robin is still sitting on the dirty floor, looking up at her and gripping the sax like it's a comfort blanket.

From somewhere in the distance, Chrissy and Eddie are shrieking in laughter.

"Cool then, huh..." Robin chokes out, waiting for the saxophone to grow arms and hide her in a cooing hug and away from sight. The traitor doesn't do shit.

This is the longest conversation they've ever had. Robin is painfully aware.

"Can I, huh..." - for some reason, Nancy looks just as pained - "...can I sit down next to you until we go in?"

"On - on - on the floor?"

Nancy's face twists in agony. "Yes".

"Sure!" Robin pats the tile next to her own. "Please, make yourself at home! Sitting in the floor is actually liberating, you know? Like sitting on a counter! Right? I don't know why, it's just... so much better than the constructed mechanism of a chair. Those things are so stiff sometimes. Oppressive".

Nancy still looks at her like she's... painted a full sized Guernica with a pencil or some shit. "The chairs?"

Robin nods, pressing a silent melody on the saxophone's keys. "Maybe we, as humans, need to be released back into the wild. Start sitting on tree branches. It'll make us humble beings".

"Right", Nancy says with a quiet laugh.

They stare at one another, both shocked.

Nancy opens her pretty mouth. Closes it. Robin is painfully aware she is staring at her lips. The inferno has consumed the brave firefighter. Birds coo a sorry song for the fallen.

Jesus, she does need therapy. She needs to shut up and yet -

"You, huh... you wanna get burgers after this?"

"Burgers?" Nancy blinks.

"Yeah. Dip fries in a milkshake".

"That's disgusting".

"I mean..." - Robin is offended - "well..."

"I want to".

"Oh. Yeah? Are you sure?"

Nancy shakes her head no but says; "Yes".

"Cool", Robin is grinning and Nancy is staring at her smile with a light frown and a glimmer of interest. "You'll tell me all about how Nancy Wheeler got into heavy metal?"

"Only if you tell me how the fuck you make such good grades when I know for a fact you sleep in every biology class".

Robin grins. "I can do that".

#CUTE #ronance prompts

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jimothy-hopkins · 1 year

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Meddling Kids IX

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

Wawa

Jimmy woke that morning with a pounding headache. His left temple throbbed with agony. That punk knew how to land a hit, that was for sure. His vision was blurry for a moment before his eyes finally found a focal point at his door. Jimmy contemplated attending his classes for the day, thinking it was better to go easy on himself. He likely had a concussion, but Jimmy remembered his grades. So much for laying in bed all day.

He sat up with a groan, pulling open his nightstand to fish out some Tylenol. Jimmy popped two, chasing them with water he had on his desk. He grabbed his go-to uniform and dressed. Jimmy checked himself out in the mirror before he left his dorm to catch Pete and Gary at the library.

He walked the campus, hearing angry gossip. At first, he figured it was over something trivial and petty, like prep vs. greaser smack talk. However, this was very different. He noticed that irritability among the jocks was more prevalent. Every single one of those roid donkeys was making threats through gritted teeth. So, he did what any nosy student would do; go to Christy Martin.

He jogged to the school building, finding the perky redhead instantly.

“Christy! Wait!” He hollered.

She turned, “oh my god! Hi, Jimmy!” She smiled, looking down at him.

“UH, quick question. I know the mascot got taken, but what’s got the jocks all wound up?’ He asked.

“Oh yeah! Last night some Heartland kids came and vandalized the field, fieldhouse, and took the mascot,’ Christy explained, ‘it’s like, so stupid, and like, childish.”

“Good grief, who even are the Heartland kids?”

“You don’t know? Oh my god! They’re like, our biggest rival in like, everything Jimmy,” Christy gasped.

Jimmy nodded, feeling like an idiot. He’d attended Bullworth for a semester and hadn’t known their rival until now.

“Anyways, I’ll see you around! Bye, Jimmy!” Christy grinned, giving him a flirtatious finger wave.

He smiled, shaking his head. What a cutie. Jimmy turned on his heel and power walked to the English class he shared with Gary and Pete.

As soon as he sat, Jimmy got hit in the arm.

“Where were you, moron?’ Gary snapped.

“Ow! Chill out Gary! I was tryna find out who stole my mascot!” Jimmy tenderly rubbed his stinging skin.

“Your head,” Pete mentioned.

“Yeah, I tried to stop ‘em. Some punk guy took a cheap shot 'cause he was taller and bashed me in the head with bolt cutters.”

“Awe, you want me to kiss it better?” Gary teased, leaning over his desk.

“In your dreams,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“You’re missin’ out James, but ok,” he chuckled, slumping back in his seat as Mr. Galloway began his drunken lecture.

English class wasn’t eventful at all. The only work Galloway gave them was vocabulary and the occasional ACT prep work. So most of the students just talked while Galloway napped on his desk. Easy A, easy way to dive deeper into what was going on with Alice’s case. The three boys went behind a bookshelf that his a corner from the rest of the class. Pillows and blankets cushion the area. Often they’d sit here anyways, so it wouldn’t be out of the norm to see the trio of trouble in the back corner scheming.

“So, what do we do now?” Pete asked.

“Go to Heartland,” Jimmy stated.

Gary and Pete slowly turn their gaze, looking at Jimmy like he had eight eyes and an extra head.

“Are you crazy?” Pete asked, scrunching his face in unease.

“If you’re suicidal, Jimmy, I could refer you to my brother,” Gary suggested but was slapped upside the head by Pete.

“What?” Jimmy squinted.

“Listen, my big neanderthal ginger friend, Bullworth kids do not go, to Heartland, ok?” Gary sighed, his cold hands clutching Jimmy’s shoulders tightly.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, looking at the two like idiots.

“L-look man! Heartland kids hate us! And if we wind up on their turf we’re dead!” Pete whispered.

“Oh, come on! I’ve kicked almost everybody’s ass, and that includes Russel’s. What’s so scary about these kids?”

“They have nothing to lose,” Gary answered.

Jimmy shook his head, “whatever. I’ll see you two at lunch.”

A class block later, lunch began. Today was, unfortunately, mystery meat Monday. God only knows what Edna concocted in the witch’s gumbo pot to create it. Jimmy sat with the bullies, closest to Trent. The blonde had his arms around Jimmy’s waist with his chin rested on his shoulder. Jimmy poked at the pulled pork burger, squinting.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Trent asked, adjusting his hold.

“Where Edna gets this from,” he grimaced.

“I bet it’s probably not even real pork,” Trent chuckled.

“Probably,” Jimmy shrugged, taking a bite of the dull, sickening burger.

He felt a lump in his throat form, swallowing hard to get the disgusting lunch down. Jimmy would much rather live off Beam Cola and raw potatoes than whatever slop this was. What reason was there for the food to be this bad? What was Crabblesnitch even doing with all that money Derby’s dad donated? It seemed to all go into a bottomless bit, or to the football team.

“They probably have no more funds after blowing it all on the stupid football team,” the redhead spat.

“You’re tellin’ me man, Ms. peters is making all the costumes for the play by herself cause of budget cuts,” Trent sighed, glaring towards the jocks, more specifically Kirby Olsen.

“Wound’s still fresh?” Jimmy glanced.

“It’s just getting old. It’s on and off. You saw how he bailed on me at the theatre.”

“Don’t worry man, always here for you,” Jimmy patted Trent’s back.

“Awe thank you,” Trent chuckled, “promise to attend the play?”

“Promise,” Jimmy nodded, giving Trent a kiss before the bell rang.

They parted ways, Jimmy picking up his skateboard and walking to the iron gates.

“Moron! Where you going?” Gary asked, snatching Jimmy’s shoulder to turn him around.

“To get my shit back, duh.”

“Not without us dumbass.”

“Y-yeah! We’re a care package, right Gary?” Pete jogged over.

“Right!” the brunette nodded.

“Well, you bitches better grab a bike,” Jimmy snorted.

“Gary doesn’t know how to ride a bike.” Pete blurted out.

Gary slapped Pete “will you shut up femboy!”

Jimmy cracked up, but quickly restrained himself. “Pete how about you take my bike and have Gary ride on the pegs and meet me at the bus stop in town?”

Pete nodded, catching the keys to Jimmy’s tiny bike garage.

With that, Jimmy pushed off, skating down the streets and roadways until he halted at the bus stop. After a few minutes, Pete and Gary rode up and discarded the bike. Jimmy could always steal it back anyways. When the bus pulled up, they paid their tickets and boarded.

The ride to Heartland Academy was around thirty minutes or so. For most of the ride the boys spent time plotting on how they were going to sneak in- their vests would make them instantly stick out. That was not a good thing.

The plan was set. They’d toss their vests, walk by a prefect, get dress coded, then would buy heartland uniform vests. Perfect.

The trio hopped off the bus and stood outside the campus gates. Like Bullworth’s they were wide open, which was concerning. Anybody could walk in, even criminals.

“Take off your vest moron! Do you wanna get jumped!?” Gary spat, taking Jimmy out of his thoughts.

“My bad,” he replied, chucking his Bullworth vest into the bushed to join Pete and Gary’s

“Ok, act natural,” Gary urged, taking the lead and entering the campus.

Jimmy awed at the campus. Heartland was so nice compared to Bullworth, or maybe he just knew it all too well. Students passed, not even giving the three the time of day. So far so good.

Gary scanned the area, waltzing into the vision field of a prefect, initiating step number two.

“Hey! You three! Where are your uniforms?” The tall boy demanded, marching ver and coming to a robotic stop.

“Oh, we’e new and we never got any,” Gary lied, making himself look convincing.

The boy sighed, softening his posture, “follow me, I’ will show you where you can purchase your uniforms gentleman.”

The triad trailed behind the prefect like ducklings. He guided them up the stairs and into the main building. He winded through a few hallways before coming to a school spirit shop.

“Here is where you’ll get uniforms, they’re free since it’s your first time getting them. Enjoy your time at Heartland Academy boys,” he bowed, walking off to continue his rounds.

“See? It worked. I’m clever,” Gary laughed, pretending to flip his hair as they rummaged through the rather expansive options.

Jimmy had picked out a dull red vest with the school crest embroidered onto it. Gary opted for a long-sleeve scarlet cardigan wth gold trim. Pete went with a muted rose cardigan.

“Ok, what class is it today boys?” Gary grinned, turning to Pete and Jimmy.

“Uh, down that hall,” pointed pete, leading the charge.

By this point, students had began to file into class. Jimmy searched the crowd, looking for one of the mascot stealing dipshits. Specifcally the punk. He pushed through people whilst simultaneously trying to follow Pete and Gary.

He saw him. That tatted-up, spikey-haired- pierced freak.

“That’s one of them,” Jimmy growled, hustling to follow the guy as his friends caught up.

Jimmy wound the halls, following behind the jackass until they entered a classroom.

It was clearly some type of anatomy class. Diagrams of human body systems decorated the walls, and in the corner stood what looked to be a real human skeleton earring a straw hat, sunglasses, and flower lei. Some grim sens eof humor the teacher had.

Gary grabbed Jimmy’s shoulder, pointing him to a a empty row of seats in the back of the class closest to the windows. Jimmy followed, sitting down as he tried to act as normally as he could.

The teacher walked in. He was a man in his early to mid forties. His hair was dirty blonde with a few gray spots. He t]was also lanky with a somewhat athletic build. The man wore rectangular framed glasses with gold accents. His outfit consisted of irons khahi slack, brown dress shows, and a red cardigan with the sleeves rolled up. Jimmy also noted that he looked quite timid, with sad eyes.

“Hello everyone, how’s your day been?” the man asked, turning to the three with confusion. “Oh, are you three new to my class?” he sked.

“Oh uh, yeah. We just got here today,” Jimmy answered.

“That’s great! I’m Mr. Joiner, but you can also use Mr. david if referring to me by first name is more comfortable,” he smiled.

Jimmy nodded. Hm, David Joiner. He reminded Jimmy of Ms. Philips, only shy.

Gary turned back to face.

“He looks like my brother’s boyfriend Danny,” Gary whispered.

‘Your brother was gay?” Jimmy looked back.

“I dunno,” he shrugged.

Today was going to be full of fun, that was for sure.

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cersworld · 1 year

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y/n has had just about enough with the general public and their inability to keep their thoughts and opinions to themselves. park jisung likes to think he's living his best life, which he kind of is.

park sunghoon likes to portray himself as someone calm and collected, someone who has their life together; he likes to pretend he’s everything he's not. luckily, sim jaeyun seems to be with him every step of the way.

WARNINGS: swearing, mild violence, stereotyping, queer characters, emotional vacancy (she can't express her emotions well, outwardly), jay is definitely presented as the bad guy so be warned, a lot of feels, identity crises (not really?), inappropriate jokes (sexual and worrying *cough* eg. ED/binging, alexithymia *cough*), etc.

TAGLIST: @prettysung @polarisjisung @spiderrenjunfics

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yeah.. this was definitely not a good idea.

"oh, you're here."

park jisung kind of wanted to slam the door in your face right now and slam his face into a wall, as you both stared at each other in silence, standing in his doorway. he was not ready to face you, in fact, he doesn’t think he ever will be. not after whatever the hell that breakup was last year.

instead, he cleared his throat, snapping you and himself out of your self loathing and regretful thoughts.

“okay,” he started, more to himself than to you as he moved to the side and motioned for you to come inside, “you can come in.”

“thanks.” you awkwardly chuckled as you slid your suitcase into the apartment, hearing the door click shut behind you before jisung came to stand next to you.

you look around quickly, although there isn't much to see in the small hallway you're both cramped in right now, you can see the living room from the structural hole made into the wall beside you and it doesn't look bad.

please don’t have somehow turned into a psycho mass murderer in the year i didn’t see or hear from you. i’m not ready to die yet…

it’s not that you didn’t have a sense of self preservation, you were just desperate. you are desperate.

jisung doesn’t need to know that though, as you bend down to unzip your boots and slide them off and wow, did he get taller?

that thought is instantly followed by: of course he did y/n, people change, believe it or not.

"okay, so…" the boy chirped, starting to shuffle his feet and turn around when you looked up at him, "uh, this is just the entrance, okay."

calm down ji it's just y/n. it's just y/n. it's y/n. jisung was panicking, not daring to look you in the eye as the possibility of him bursting into tears continued to increase with every passing moment.

he turned to point at the door behind him, closest to the entrance, "uh, this is my room, you… don't need to worry about that, okay follow me."

and then he’s marching down to the end of the short hallway, stopping in front of his room's door and turning to the side, "uh, this is the living room or whatever you wanna call it, it's uh… very multi purposeful…yeah.”

jisung was just about ready to slap himself after that, wow, thank god i didn't decide to be an english teacher.

"ahaha, okay…" you looked away from him awkwardly, not really knowing if what you were feeling was second-hand or just plain embarrassment, "uh, you can speak to me in korean, i've been learning for my show."

what show? "aha right, your show."

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 2 years

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Baby, Don't Cry- E.M.

Y/N is having a bad day, but it all comes to a head when a make or break assignment is left at home with no time to redo it.

Masterlist

TW- Anxiety, angst, cursing, mentions of panic attack, self doubt and deprecation

Pairing- Bestie!Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (haha I finally know what that means now!)

Word Count-1,698

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

It’s been a bad day. When you woke up, your head was pounding like someone dropped a brick on it in the night. Then, as you walked out the door, you missed a step and fell, scraping your knee and your palms as you hit the concrete of the walkway to your house. You realized you forgot your Walkman on the kitchen counter after breakfast as you searched your backpack for it on the bus ride to school, and you groan in frustration. Why does this have to happen today?! I’m supposed to give that speech in English third period!

It dawns on you then. You worked on it last night, putting finishing touches on it, but did you put it in your backpack? You frantically dig around, looking for the yellow folder you’ve designated for English, but it’s not there. You stare up to the sky like your God has personally slapped you in the face as you swallow thickly. “Fuck.” You breathe. It’s one of the biggest grades of the semester. You can try to redo it in your free second period, but you know it’s hopeless. There’s no way you’ll be able to write a three-page speech in an hour. Not after spending a week on it the first time.

You make it to school and fidget in your seat as you try to pay attention to math, scribbling equations on your paper as you listen to the teacher, but your mind is also trying to conjure up the lines in your speech to try to replicate it when you make it to the library for the next hour, but nothing coherent comes to you. Just fragments of thoughts and sentences.

You bolt out of your seat as soon as the bell rings, and you hit your scraped knee on the desk, making you twinge in pain. You rub at it through your jeans to try to calm the irritation, but it’s no use, so you just continue to the library, pushing past people in your way as they carelessly mingle in the middle of the hallway.

You find a seat in the back corner of the library and get to work, but after bullshitting through the first couple of paragraphs, you draw a blank. You reread what you’ve written over and over, trying to form a coherent thought on how to continue, but the clock is suddenly ticking so loudly in your ears, your knee and head are both screaming, and you don’t know what to do. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block everything out as you attempt to center yourself. When you hear someone plop down in the seat across from you, it makes you jump. Your eyes shoot open, and there sits your best friend, Eddie.

“Hey sweet stuff. How’s it hanging?” He asks. You just shake your head, your pencil tap tap tapping against the table as your leg shakes like an earthquake is directly underfoot.

“Not a good time, Ed,” You mutter, looking back down at the paper. In order for these events to have taken place, the industrial revolution was essential…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eddie asks sweetly, and it’s almost enough to make you start crying.

“Just… bad morning,” You grit through your teeth. You don’t want to rehash the horror show of a day you’ve already been experiencing. Eddie sits silently for a moment, but the tapping of your pencil clues him in on what kind of mood you’re in.

“You need some help? I think I did that speech last year,” Eddie offers, his head dipping to try to meet your gaze.

“No, I just need to focus. Left the real one at home. I’ve gotta present it in…” You flick your eyes to the clock. Only 20 minutes left. What? There’s no hope to finish it. Your heart sinks and you throw the pencil in frustration and shove the paper away from you, hiding your head in your arms as the tears start. You need that grade or else you’ll probably flunk and have to take summer school. Eddie panics for a moment, not sure what to do. He’s never seen you cry.

The crying makes your head throb even more and even though you really try to keep even breaths, you can’t stop as hyperventilation takes over. “Y/N, are you—” Eddie starts, but you pull yourself up out of your seat quickly and walk toward the cover of a floor to ceiling bookcase. Eddie gets up and follows, afraid you’re going to pass out at the sound of your heaving breaths.

You feel the heat of embarrassment flood your face as he sees you slide down the corner wall of the library, your breath getting away from you as you descend into a panic attack. You press your hands over your ears and tuck your legs in to your chest as best you can like you do at home, wincing as your jeans slide roughly over your sore knee.

Eddie sits next to you, hand reaching to rub your back as you rock gently back and forth, your heart feeling like it’s going to explode in your chest as it thrums a million miles an hour. You can’t form a thought, just a tangle of anxious feeling as your head throbs with intense pain. “Hey… Hey, it’s okay. We can just skip and you can bring it tomorrow. Come on, let’s just get out of here.” He suggests. You let out a jagged sob, knowing that even if you bring the speech tomorrow, it’ll be too late. It wasn’t good enough to get a really good grade, just enough to get you by. With the late points docked, there’s no chance of it passing.

“I-I-I can’t. M-m-move.” You finally say, your heavy breathing making it hard to talk. Eddie presses closer to you and wraps his arms around you, his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Okay, we can sit here for a while. Let’s just try to get your breathing, okay? I don’t want you passing out on me.” He says reassuringly, one hand still rubbing your back. You nod and hold your breath, hoping it’ll reset your breathing rhythm. You let it out in a big gust, your chest stuttering as you breathe in another gulp of air and hold it.

“That’s good. You’re doing great, Y/N.” Eddie whispers. You let your breath out and try to focus on the comforting circles Eddie rubs into your back, soft and slow. Your sobs still stutter your breaths, but the breathing is slower.

Then the bell rings, reminding you that you’re going to fail because you were stupid and didn’t pack your assignment, and you’re going to have to go to summer school and your parents are gonna kick your ass and then they’re gonna kick you out because you’re so stupid and—

You press your hands to your ears again, your breath speeding back up as you rock back and forth, knees still pulled tight to your body. Eddie hushes you, pulling you closer to him to try to get you to stop moving so you can relax. You relent and let your head press hard into his chest, knees finally falling slack. He rocks you together, one hand still on your back as the other cards through your hair comfortingly. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. It’ll all be okay.” You squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can and shakily pull in another big breath, holding it for as long as you can before breathing out, then again, and again, and then your body starts to unclench, the release of tension in your muscles causing your body to tremble as you start relaxing into Eddie. “That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re doing great, okay? Just keep breathing for me.” He keeps whispering comforting words into your ear, his hands doing wonders to ease your anxiety as you finally begin coming back to Earth.

You start hiccupping painfully as your tears begin to slow, but your breathing has evened out in between. Finally, you gather the strength to look up at him. “Hey, there you are.” The hand in your hair goes to hold your cheek as he gives you a small smile, and you snort back snot, lip still wobbling as tears stream down your cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie,” You say. He shakes his head.

“No, don’t be. It’s okay. This is what best friends are for, right?” You try to smile, but you’re sure it looks like a weird grimace with the involuntary quiver of your face.

“I guess you’re right…” You relent. It goes quiet again, save for your subsiding hiccups and deep breaths.

“You wanna get out of here? We can hang out at my place for the rest of the day. Wayne will be asleep so we won’t have to worry about him.” You swallow hard, trying to get all of the runoff from your sinuses out of your throat.

“Yeah. I don’t wanna be here anymore.” You feel another tear slip out of your eye, and you wipe it away on the back of your hand.

“Okay. You ready now?”

“Yeah,” You breathe a deep sigh. “Let’s go.” With that, you and Eddie detach yourself from each other and pull yourselves off the ground. Eddie grabs your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours as you walk back to the table you were sitting at to grab your things. As you walk toward the doors out of the library, you pause, not wanting to feel eyes on you. Eddie squeezes your hand, his big doe eyes sympathetic.

“You okay?”

“Don’t want people to stare,” You mutter, your eyes flicking to the ground.

“Don’t worry about that. If people stare, it’ll be at me. Resident freak here, remember?” He chuckles as he points a thumb to himself. You smile at him.

“Yeah, okay.” You walk out of the school together, Eddie cracking jokes until he finally makes you laugh. As you get in Eddie’s van with him, all you can think of is how lucky you are to have a friend like him.

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nissinnooodles · 11 months

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Module 1: A Not Ruin(ed) Trip

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Once again, a long ride back to NOHS after a long day of filming a movie trailer for Araling Panlipunan at the Ruins. We reached our homes, with our groupmates already starting to plan the editing process of our trailer while the three of us reflected on what we had just experienced during the filming day.

It was such a tiring, productive, and memorable day; these kinds of days rarely happen, and we're thankful that it did. It's amazing how a busy day becomes so memorable, be it for the better or worse. Days like these, where we pour all our time into them, develop us as a whole, and in the end, we always learn something new.

To sum up everything, we learned that having well-planned events doesn't always guarantee they will go smoothly, just like how a treasure map marks the spot, but it doesn't always mean the treasure is at the center of the spot.

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From Nejie: I also learned that going to places I wouldn't usually go isn't that bad of an experience; in fact, I actually enjoyed it.

From Iris: I definitely enjoyed the rollercoaster of emotions I experienced during the filming. I wouldn't say that I enjoyed it during the filming, but I can surely see the fun I had after everything. I ran around crazily, chasing all of my group members, trying to slap makeup on their faces. I mimicked blood and bruises, as well as royal makeup. I must say that I feel proud about my performance, as it was my first time putting my questionable makeup skills to use. I definitely learned that one should be confident in using a skill they have learned, even if they are not an expert.

From Sophie: There's a lot of emotion to feel; at first, I was literally excited, but that quickly faded when the rain started pouring down. I also get nervous while acting and saying my lines because I can't help but worry that I'll make a lot of mistakes. Tiredness also got in the way. When I got home from the shoot, I felt so exhausted that I couldn't move. Finally, the feeling or emotion that really stood out for me was happiness. Not only did I get to spend time with my classmates, but we also got to work together as a team, and I could tell that we worked well together.

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Module 2: Strong Monsoon Winds

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The winds gush through and follows the bird's calls. Such as this week that went by a breeze, we can't say for sure that it was a good ride though. Especially when we got stunned by the Research summative test, but oh well, it's more room for improvement. Aside from Research, we learned about cell division in Biology which is mitosis and meosis. In Biotechnology, we learned about the effects of genetic mutation and the syndromes that comes with it.

As for Math, it was properties of parallel lines cut by a transversal, conditions for parallel lines, and the possible measures of the third side. While in English nothing happened because our teacher was busy for an assesment. On the other hand, in MAPEH we learned about East Asian arts. And lastly, ESP, wherein we learned about being honest. That basically makes up our week this time, not too extreme, not too underwhelming either. Just like a warm nissin cup noodles during a frigid day, everything must be balanced, as it should be.

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From Nejie: Rushed na kami tenk you.

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candied-cae · 7 months

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"Izzy's appearances in 2x03 with Stede were some of the only times I could stand him." - Allow me to further explain

I want to preface this with "I know." I know I was not an Izzy Enjoyer during Season 1 and I know I wasn't really looking forward to a redemption arc for his character because I was worried it wouldn't be taken seriously enough, since this show is a comedy. And, so far, I feel like I was right. His forgiveness feels rushed to me, and Stede's adverse reactions to him are the only times where it felt like this was in fact Izzy Hands from season 1 and not a guy with the same name and face but with a clean record and softer disposition.

The instances where Stede is put in Izzy's proximity are the only ones that really make sense coming out of Season 1. As far as we see, a few months has passed and pretty much everyone on The Revenge has forgiven Izzy for the simple reason that they can tell Ed is taking a little extra of his anger out on him. We see no apologies made, we see no kind gestures, we see no really complex stuff about him realizing he fucked up.

They skip right to his breaking down and the rest of the crew picking up the pieces behind Ed's back, even though for most of them Izzy was their torturer at least twice before all on his own.

So it felt weird and jarring that he seemed completely washed free of his "sins" of the last season, especially since it happened right there in the first episode. I wish the production team put more time in making Izzy "earn" the kindness the crew affords him, but I digress. The interactions Stede has with Izzy feel the most right (to me) and I adore how much character work we can pull from them.

(In agonizing detail by going over every word of dialogue and expression exchanged between them, you've been warned.)

The first time they address each other, goes as follows:

"Bonnet. Good to see you." "Piss off, Izzy. I don't wanna hear from you."

With Izzy approaching Stede without reason and speaking first. He limps on over and opens up with something polite almost. But when it comes from Izzy Hands - the man who personally insulted Stede, insulted all his favorite activities, insulted his crew, challenge him to duel and skewered him through the side, went on to call on Calico Jack and the Royal English Navy to take down The Revenge, who stole his crew and ship after he'd been arrested, and Stede's clearly got suspicions that Ed's behavior was influenced by him - that greeting is a slap in the face.

It's that kind of fake sweet pretend-we're-friends-for-the-sake-of-social-graces thing that Stede left behind on the mainland.

So he just tells him to leave. That he doesn't care what he has to say if it isn't information, and even if it was, Stede doesn't trust what Izzy shares.

And Izzy's a little caught off guard by that reaction. We see him sort of sway and look to the side. He looks rejected, which he is. And it's the first time all season that someone hasn't really let him have a fresh start (except for Ed). It's the first time anyone's tried to hold him accountable for the litany of things he'd done to the crew in the last season. Events that seem to have taken place only weeks/months before.

The second time Izzy speaks up, he does so to tease:

"What about my painting? Why was it all stabbed up?" "That was me." *sighs*

Izzy puts on a smile and leans his head back a bit. He's try to act proud and sort of snarky, since Stede isn't playing with him like they did previously. So, he tried to goad him into saying something. Into getting snippy or bitchy in return. He's trying to push Stede into giving him something to work with.

Because if people talk to him, and they play his games, and they soften up, that's how (it seems) he's been able to win them over and get into folk's good graces.

But Stede doesn't give. He doesn't want to play Izzy's mind games. He doesn't want to volley a few insults back in forth until it's fun. He doesn't want to give Izzy any of his time or attention or energy, because Izzy doesn't deserve any of it to him.

Stede walks away, and we see Izzy's expression freeze and fall. He's stuck and confused, because he thought that was a good move. He thought that one was going to get a reaction. And maybe that's how he's always gotten people to talk to him, by pushing them into a retaliation, but it doesn't work.

What's the quote? About how hate isn't the opposite of love, indifference is? Stede is being indifferent to Izzy's presence, and that's doing more to Izzy's feelings than if he outright hated him.

The third time they interact, Izzy's followed Stede into the captain's quarters and jokes:

"Don't cry, Bonnet. We just redecorated." "I don't mind, actually. I think the knives really help bring the place together."

Again, he's tried to push Stede's buttons. Playing on already used jokes that Stede's too posh and soft to, say, appreciate something like a dozen knives thrown/stabbed into the walls and ceiling of his cabin.

He's teasing, on the edge of calling Stede a cry baby, either just to see if it'll work him up, or if that's the only way he knew how to start their discussion. But again, Stede isn't playing with him. He brushes past the implied insult and moves to something more like "I don't care" in response.

Instead, turning his attention back to the subject of Edward Teach. Because he knows the crew were all dodging the question and he knows Izzy would have to know what happened to Ed.

During that same conversation they pivot to more serious matters:

"What'd you do with him? I know he wouldn't have left by choice." "I know you think you understand him-" "He was either going to watch the world burn or die trying. So which was it?" "Alright, Bonnet. Have it your own way. He went mad. He tortured the crew. He took my fuckin' leg 'cause I dared to mention your fuckin' name. He was a wild dog, and we dealt with him like one." "You sent him to doggy heaven." "No, I could never do that. We deserted him on a beach. Left nature to do the rest. More than he would've done for us. You and me did this to him. And we cannot let this crew suffer any more for our mistakes." "Why would they suffer?" "If your captain senses mutiny, she'll kill us all. That's pirate code."

The most notable expressions during this conversation are Stede's who almost seems to wince when Izzy says Ed retaliated against him over mentioning Stede's name, his defeat when he believes Ed was killed in mutiny, and his concern about making sure his crew will be spared.

These are feelings that are barely about Izzy, and mostly about the fact that Stede is taking on a lot more blame than he's saying. He feels a lot of the responsibility for what's happened (further exemplified by him cracking to tell Zheng Yi Sao that he should've told Ed how he felt and avoided all of it). And this is the first time Izzy really gets anything out of him from all his poking and prodding he does in the episode.

And though Stede is convinced that Ed was simply marooned and it's its own kind of tragedy and means there was somewhere to go to try and get him back, Stede worries about saving his crew first. He pleads with Zheng Yi Sao and even wins her over until Auntie finds Ed's "body."

After that revelation, Izzy's in The Red Flag's brig and only says:

"Go on, Bonnet. Give me your worst."

And Stede says nothing. He looks at him. He hears what he has to say. But he doesn't do anything. Nothing except having to physically push himself off the bars to walk away.

And again, we can tell there's blame he's assigned to himself for it.

It's a little bit his fault that Ed's "dead." It's a little bit his fault the rest of his crew is going to be executed. It's a little bit his fault, and it's a little bit Izzy's. He knows so, because Izzy said it to him himself. "You and Me did this to him." And Izzy huffs, gives him permission to fly off the handle. To pour his rage and grief all over Izzy, to retaliate with words or with blades.

Izzy would take it. Whatever Stede was going to give him, he was going to take it. Just like he was trying to make him mad earlier, Izzy was still grappling for something. For acknowledgment. For something in his last moments before an entire career of piracy ended at The Pirate Queen's behest.

But Stede gives him nothing.

And that hurts worse. That brings tears to his eyes. That settles in the quiet idea of "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" that cuts so much deeper.

And the last time Izzy tries for anything, he tries being grateful:

"I just wanted to thank you for-"

But Stede still doesn't listen. Doesn't even let him finish thanking him.

Even though he went as far as to save Izzy's life along with the rest of the crew (he could've struck him down or declared he was unwelcome to join them back on The Revenge if he really wanted to), he still hadn't earned acknowledgment. Hadn't deserved pity or anything else. He doesn't even deserve to stand next to Stede and fluff his ego, as far as Stede seems concerned.

Stede hasn't forgiven Izzy. And maybe it's because he feels there's nothing to forgive, it's mostly Stede's own fault- maybe it's because he blames him too much and will never let it go- maybe he's too hurt to feel anything but tired and sad once the immediate danger has passed... Izzy doesn't know.

What he does know, is that he has tried everything to get reactions out of Stede. Everything except apologizing. So, I'm personally hoping for an apology in the upcoming episodes. For some vulnerability and truth and embarrassment. Because these are the beats of a redemption. These are the plot points of turning your life around, and people either don't believe it's genuine at first or don't care.

This is the "cost" of Izzy's actions in Season 1. And it's something they haven't given us from anyone else yet. I'd also really like Ed to make some kind of address of the fact ("You wanted Blackbeard as dark and demanding as he could possibly get, I gave that to you"). Because that's how a redemption arc works best. The guy who fucked up has to put in an effort expressly to be forgiven.

To me, it's not enough that his life sucked for a couple months and he didn't get exactly what he wanted (aka, he didn't realize he didn't actually want it like that) and he lost a leg. He's going to keep pirating on one foot, but to receive a position on The Revenge happily shared, there needs to be something more.

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