#it was child abandonment but I don't think they did it out of malice or anything

[canisalbus]

Machete has parents?? I'm not familiar with their actual lore, so I've been imagining Machete as a desolate victorian orphan boy

Everyone has parents, he didn't materialize out of thin air (or evolve from a crumpled napkin).

But he lost contact with them early on and doesn't remember much of anything about them. Machete was a sickly kid and his family was going through a rough patch at the time, they were constantly struggling to find the time and funds to care for him. Child mortality was high and it was starting to look increasingly likely that he wouldn't make it. He was around three or four when they left him at the closest monastery that accepted foundlings and he hasn't heard of them since.

#it was child abandonment but I don't think they did it out of malice or anything #monasteries often functioned as hospitals and/or orphanages and his parents hoped it would give him a better fighting chance #sending children to monasteries to be raised as oblates wasn't uniquely uncommon #and it worked he was well looked after there and probably wouldn't have survived otherwise #but of course being separated from your family isn't great for a child's psyche in any situation #answered #anonymous #Vaschete lore #in modern au he has a better but still complicated relationship with his parents #he's not super close to his brothers but they get along fine #so not victorian (different era) and not an orphan (his parents aren't dead they just chose to sever ties with him)

[anyasathenaeum]

Across Time and Space (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2 time for the Eriks!Vash hurt/comfort fic LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! God I love hurt/comfort, and God I love Eriks. Anyways, here, have this, the some-more-hurt-and-mostly-comfort part of the hurt/comfort! For those who missed the first part, read part 1 here!

Pairing: Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Slight violence, literally still just going off episode 18 of Trigun so potential spoilers for those who haven't watched it, still potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, lots of emotions, a mix of Tristamp and 98 Trigun Vash/Eriks

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in what seemed to be an abandoned building of some kind, laying against a wall. It was dark, but you could make out that there were a LOT of bandits around. In your immediate vicinity, there were at least 50. Immediately to your left, you saw Lina, who had her hands tied and was being kept under watch.

"Ahhh, lookie who's finally awake!"

A voice startled you, and as you turned your head, you saw a particularly nasty-looking bandit smiling evilly at you, his eyes filled with malice as he approached you.

"I'm so glad you tried going after the little runt who kicked me in the face, cause now you're both our hostages. Now, you can pay for taking out so many of my men. I couldn't have planned it better myself!" The bandit roared, his accomplices and subordinates laughing with him.

That's right - you had heard the bandits passing by your hospital window, talking about going to kidnap Lina as revenge against both her and Eriks, who had turned out to be Vash. Your Vash. There was no way you were going to let Lina get hurt, so, you swiftly climbed out of the hospital window and went after the bandits going to kidnap Lina. You had actually managed to incapacitate quite a number of them before one had successfully snuck up behind you and knocked you out, taking you as a second hostage to use against Eriks.

'Vash,' You reminded yourself, despite the horrible pain it caused in your chest, 'They're using you against Vash. Eriks is Vash.'

You tried to get up to face the bandit, your anger flaring up within you, but you found your arms were tied together behind your back, making it extremely difficult for you to get up without somebody physically lifting you in support.

"You bastards," You hissed angrily, not even trying to hide your hatred and rage, "She's a child! Let her go!"

The lead bandit just shrugged, still grinning evilly, "I don't think so. She decided to cross me. So now, she's paying the price, just like you are. And soon that blonde fool will suffer, too!"

"You keep Eriks out of this!" Lina yelled, but one hard look from the bandit guarding her and him cocking his gun silenced her immediately.

You had to hand it to her - for somebody so young, Lina was incredibly brave. You were impressed by her spirit.

"Don't you hurt her!" You snapped at the guard, shouting and glaring at him with such intensity that the guard visibly flinched, "If you touch her, the minute I'm free, I'll break every bone in your body, do you understand me?"

The bandit leader just laughed before grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, causing you to cry out in pain as he pulled hard, your scalp burning. You heard Lina scream something in the background, but couldn't make it out, your focus tunneling in on the bandit leader as he sneered down at you.

"You shut up or I'll shoot you this instant, you hear me?"

You found yourself just smirking and letting out a cold laugh, refusing to bend to this monster's will, "I'd love to see you try that. Go ahead, shoot me. Then you're one hostage down and Eriks will kick your ass anyways."

This infuriated the bandit, causing him to pull your head back even harder, a hiss of pain escaping you as he did so as you felt the roots of your hair lifting from the force of the bandit's grip. However, the bandit just spluttered and couldn't actually form any comprehensible argument, so you just smiled bigger - you knew you were right. You called his bluff.

However, you being right about the situation didn't stop the bandit leader from pistol whipping you across the face. You let out a cry as the pistol made contact with your cheek, the pain blinding you and the force of the strike sending you sprawling onto the floor. You could hear Lina screaming in the background for the bandit to stop, but the bandit leader just laughed before walking off, leaving you both with the guard.

As you lay on the ground, you could see stars and your vision was blurry from the force of the hit, the pain disorienting you. Your face was throbbing where the pistol had struck you, and from the intensity of the pain, you knew that your face was going to bruise, if your bone hasn't straight up been broken.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay?!"

You heard Lina crying out to you, and you struggled to sit up so you could face her. Eventually, you shifted enough for Lina to be able to see your face, and you just offered her as best a smile as you could, trying to comfort her.

"Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry, Lina. That guy hits like a wimp," You replied casually, your grin hopefully coming across convincing.

It seemed to work, because you could see Lina relaxing slightly as you smiled at her. However, deep down, you were starting to worry. You knew that Wolfwood and Vash were likely already on their way, but there were so many bandits. They were walking into a fight against 200+ bandits.

'Vash... Wolfwood...' You thought desperately, 'Please be careful.'

MEANWHILE

Vash and Wolfwood walked side by side as they approached the abandoned building. Even from where they were, they could see all the guns pointed at them both from every window of the building. That didn't stop them from continuing to approach.

"How many are there?" Wolfwood asked, glancing from window to window.

"About 200," Vash answered, his expression grim as they both continued to approach the building.

"A hundred for each of us, huh?" Wolfwood replied, smirking slightly as he lugged his cross over his shoulder.

"Yup."

Wolfwood just sighed, "Well, that's not exactly fair to them," before uncovering the Punisher, revealing the gun in all its glory.

"Uh, hey! I don't want you killing anybody, alright?!" Vash exclaimed, causing Wolfwood to become exasperated.

"Why don't you just ask me not to breathe?!"

"Thou shalt not kill, remember?!" Vash shot back, looking thoroughly unimpressed with his companion, "What kind of church man are you, anyway?!"

At that, Wolfwood just smiled a bit and laughed, "Woah, déjà-vu, I've heard that before. Now you're starting to sound like your old self."

Vash just offered a small smile in return. Deep down, he didn't really feel like his old self and hadn't for the past 2 years, but now... his old self was resurfacing. Especially now that you were in danger. Vash wasn't going to let you get hurt ever again. Not after how badly he had hurt you in choosing not to let you know he was alive.

The ground right next to Vash and Wolfwood exploded as the bandits fired a warning shot at them. Vash could see the bandit leader standing on the roof of the building, laughing maniacally as he had fired the shot at them.

Suddenly, Vash heard a voice cry out.

"Eriks!"

Vash's expression became one of worry as he saw Lina being held by a bandit, a gun pressed to her temple. And next to her-

His heart hit the ground.

Your face was bloodied and bruised, your eye swollen shut and black. You had an expression of fear and pain on your face, and the bandit holding you also had a gun pressed to your temple, just like Lina.

Rage. Pure, unaltered rage rose up within Vash - somebody dared to lay a hand on you and hurt you. All because you fought to protect Lina, just as he had.

"Woah, woah, woah," Wolfwood muttered, his arm shooting out in front of Vash for a second, "Hang on a second, Stampede. Take a breather."

Wolfwood could feel the anger radiating off of Vash, and he knew that if he didn't do this, Vash likely would've charged in already and gotten shot. Vash, on his end, knew that Wolfwood was right. He needed to recollect himself and focus, otherwise, there was no chance of him being able to get you out of there safely.

Once he had calmed down, Vash took a deep breath and a small smile appeared on his face, prepared to get you and Lina out of there.

"Time to kill!"

The bandit leader roared suddenly, and every single gun pointed at Vash and Wolfwood began to fire. Somehow, not a single bullet hit either one of them, and they both approached the building, bringing up their guns and getting ready for the fight.

"Showtime."

Both Vash and Wolfwood spoke in tandem, continuing to walk towards the building completely unphased.

Once the gunfire started, you and Lina were pulled back from the windows by your respective guards, and everything became a blur to you. It was hard to see as one of your eyes had swelled up, but from what you could see, the bandits weren't doing a great job of actually hitting their targets.

You found yourself smiling to yourself despite the gun barrel pressed to your temple and the aching pain radiating and throbbing in your face. Given the rising panic in the voices of the bandits, you could tell that Vash and Wolfwood were making headway. You were sure they'd be there for you and Lina shortly.

"Hey, what are you grinning about?! Quit that!" The guard holding you shouted, causing you to wince as he yelled in your ear. However, you refused to stand down, just grinning wider.

"You're screwed," You replied with a gently crazy laugh, "You're so screwed."

"Shut up!" The guard yelled again, and the gun barrel pressed against your temple disappeared for a second as the guard raised his pistol to strike you again.

Two gunshots rang out and the pistol the guard was holding fell to the ground as the guard yelped, as well as the pistol that the guard holding Lina had been holding. You flinched, half expecting the blow, until you suddenly felt the guard release you from his grip and heard him and the guard that had been holding Lina hightailing it as fast as they both could in the opposite direction.

When you looked up and turned to see what had saved you, your heart stuttered in your chest and squeezed painfully.

"Eriks," You mumbled softly, being careful not to call him Vash with Lina standing directly behind you.

The look on Vash's face was one of determination and worry as he sprinted over to you and Lina.

"Eriks!" You heard Lina exclaim happily as Vash ran over, quickly pulling both of you into a tight hug, holding you both close.

You couldn't really process what was happening. Vash was here. Vash was alive. Eriks was Vash. Vash saved you. Vash was here.

Vash, Vash, Vash.

"It's okay," You heard Vash whisper to you both, his tone quiet and calm, "I've got you both. Let's get out of here. Let's get you both home."

Wolfwood must've finally taken out the remaining bandits as it was suddenly quiet, and the preacher was walking over to you all slowly, unhurried.

As Vash untied Lina, Wolfwood untied your arms, double-taking a bit as he looked at your face.

"Woah, (Y/N), what happened to your face?" Wolfwood asked, looking over the wound on your face.

"They were a badass, that's what happened!"

You were surprised to hear Lina piping up, her voice excited and completely in awe of you.

You found the heat rising to your face a bit as you looked down, mumbling, "Not really..."

"You were, though! You refused to let the bad guys push you around! You were amazing! I hope I'm as tough as you someday!" Lina insisted, her eyes glistening as she looked at you.

You just smiled as best you could at her, "Wanna know a secret, Lina? You already are. You're brave, kid. Don't ever lose that."

Lina turned a beautiful shade of pink, and as you gazed at her, you could feel Vash's eyes on you. However, you knew that if you looked at him right now, you'd break down on the spot and this was neither the time or the place.

"Let's get going," You spoke up, straightening up and turning to Wolfwood, "Best we get out of here before any of these idiots regain consciousness."

Wolfwood just nodded before glancing over at Vash, who was still looking at you, clearly worried and wanting to approach you. Once Vash looked at Wolfwood, Wolfwood just jerked his head.

"Come on, let's get back to Grandma Sheryl. I'm sure she's worried sick about you two," Wolfwood stated, glancing at Vash and Lina.

Once you had all returned to town, Grandma Sheryl was in an uproar. She ran around, hugging Lina and Vash tightly and thanking Vash and Wolfwood for saving Lina, then she hugged you and thanked you for keeping Lina safe while kidnapped and for protecting her. After the initial uproar, Grandma Sheryl sent Lina upstairs to take a bath and Vash to go get cleaned up, while Wolfwood stood outside smoking his cigarette. You, however, were asked to stay behind in the kitchen with Grandma Sheryl.

"Oh, goodness, your face," Grandma Sheryl exclaimed, bringing her hands up to your face, gently turning your head from side to side as she evaluated it, "What happened?!"

You just winced a bit as she pressed her fingers against your bruise, hissing a bit as you answered, "Ow! I, um, was pistol whipped. I angered the bandit leader when I protected Lina."

Grandma Sheryl frowned at that before going over to her fridge and pulling out some ice that she wrapped into a kitchen towel and applied it gently to your eye, "Here... Let's try to get that swelling down. I'll clean that cut on your cheekbone too, now, and we'll get you some pain medication, dear."

You smiled as best as you could at the old woman, feeling genuinely fond of her, "Thank you, Sheryl. I appreciate you taking care of me."

"It's the least I can do after you protected my Lina," Grandma Sheryl replied, smiling up at you warmly before proceeding to clean the cut on your cheek and providing you with pain medication.

Once you were fully taken care of, you sat in the kitchen holding a warm drink, just speaking with Grandma Sheryl softly. Eventually, the night crept in and you stood up.

"It's getting late and your household has had a long day. I should go. I'm sure Wolfwood and I will have to find somewhere to stay for the night anyways," You spoke up, nodding your head to Grandma Sheryl, "Thank you so much for taking care of us. I appreciate it."

Grandma Sheryl just shook her head, "Think nothing of it, dear. As for a place to stay, why don't you and the priestly fellow stay here tonight? Eriks has a spare bed in his room and there's another spare room upstairs with a mattress in it. I'm certain we can make it work."

You bit your lip, unsure, "We wouldn't dream of imposing on you and your family."

Grandma Sheryl, however, was having none of it and already stood up, "It's settled. You and Mr. Wolfwood shall sleep here tonight. It's the least we can do in thanks to you both."

Suddenly, her gaze shifted to something behind you and her face lit up, "Oh, perfect. Eriks, can you please escort (Y/N) upstairs to the spare room? They will be staying with us overnight. Would you be alright with Mr. Wolfwood using the spare bed in your room?"

"Of course," came Vash's voice as he walked up next to you, looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You felt your heart rate speed up, but you just nodded, no longer trusting your voice as you followed Eriks upstairs, yelling a "thank you!" over your shoulder to Grandma Sheryl.

However, once you and Vash were upstairs, Vash stopped outside a door before opening it, letting you walk in first. It wasn't the spare room that Grandma Sheryl had mentioned - instead, it was his room. Vash just shut the door gently behind him before turning to look at you, his heart pounding frantically in his chest.

"(Y/N)..." Vash began, his voice shaking as he tried to voice all his emotions, his thoughts, his fears, but the words didn't seem to want to come out.

Vash struggled, tears filling his eyes and his fists clenched tightly by his sides. There was so much he wanted to say to you, but now that you were here, he couldn't find a way to tell you. He couldn't find a way to tell you how much he missed you, how much he still loved you, how he had thought of you every single day, praying you were safe, wondering if you ever thought of him, how he wanted to fall onto his knees here in front of you and cry and beg for your forgiveness even though he didn't deserve it after hurting you the way he did.

A strangled, sobbing, gasping sound escaped Vash, and all he could do was lower his head - he didn't feel like he could even look at you anymore. It hurt too much, to see the hurt he had left in you in the way you stood, in your posture, the lines on your face, the lack of life in your eyes. And now, to see the wounds another had left on you because you had dared to protect somebody Vash held dear... it was as if Vash's heart had been torn out of his chest and stomped on over and over again.

The silence in the room, asides from Vash's quiet sobs, was deafening. Vash had faced many hardships in his life, and had faced many losses and heartbreaks, but nothing rivaled this. The fact that you stood there, saying nothing... every second that passed broke Vash's heart a little more as he felt you slipping from his grasp.

Which is why when you suddenly walked forward and practically tackled him into a hug, Vash didn't process it immediately. Your arms wrapped tightly around him, your face pressed against his skin as you held him tighter than you had ever done so before. Your whole body was shaking, and you couldn't believe that this was happening.

Vash was here. He was alive. And he was here.

Vash couldn't believe what was happening. You were... hugging him. You weren't yelling, or cussing him out, or telling him that you hated him and wanted nothing to do with him after everything he'd done to you. You were holding him as if... you still loved him.

"You're alive," You whispered hoarsely, your voice trembling as you clutched onto Vash as if he'd vanish for real the moment you loosened your grip, "You're alive."

When Vash heard your voice, heard your gentle, almost disbelieving tone, felt your body shaking as you held him, he realized that you really did still love him. Vash immediately wrapped his arms around you, clutching onto you just as you were clutching onto him, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his scruff tickling your skin. He tried so hard to restrain himself but Vash couldn't hold back his tears as he felt the warmth of you against him, inhaled your familiar scent, heard your voice for real rather than in his dreams.

"I'm alive," Vash sobbed out, tightening his grip on you, "And I'm so, so sorry, (Y/N). I-I just couldn't..."

Again, Vash's words failed him. He couldn't explain to you why he did what he did, but before he could even try, you were shaking your head, tears now pouring down your face but a shaky, genuine smile present on your lips.

"You did what you had to, Vash," You got out, "I know that. You did what you needed to survive."

Vash just began to cry harder as he held you tighter - he didn't get it. How could you be so understanding? He had hurt you, and now, you weren't even angry with him. But you were here, with him, holding him, and that was enough for Vash right now.

"I love you," Vash sobbed out, drawing back and pressing his forehead against yours, cupping your face in his hands, "I love you, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Stop," You whispered out softly, closing your eyes as you returned the pressure against Vash's forehead, "Stop, Vash. It's okay. I love you. You're alive. God, I can't believe it. You're alive."

You couldn't be more thankful than you were in that moment - Vash was alive. He still loved you. He still wanted you and was here, holding you close. Somehow, all the pain and the suffering that had become your daily companion simply vanished, pure joy and happiness overtaking the space it had occupied in your heart. You couldn't have asked for anything else in your life than to get a second chance with the man you loved.

You and Vash just held each other, sobbing and crying and shaking as you both came to terms with the fact that you were both together again. It could've been hours, days, weeks before the two of you finally separated from your embrace and you wouldn't have cared.

"S-So... what now?" You sniffled, wiping away your tears as you looked up at Vash's tear-stained face.

"I... I don't know," Vash answered truthfully, his voice still thick with emotion, "Just, please don't go. I have no right to ask it of you, I know, but please, (Y/N), don't go."

You shook your head, fighting back another round of tears as you offered a wobbly smile, "I'm not going anywhere without you for as long as I live, Vash."

Vash let out a small chuckle and pulled you back into another hug, "I'm never going anywhere you can't follow me, (Y/N). I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," You replied shakily, burrowing into his embrace again, "You hear me, Stampede?"

Vash leans his head down with another quiet chuckle before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, "I'd expect nothing less."

The long-awaited kiss set off fireworks in your blood, and both you and Vash managed to channel all your emotions through the kiss, showing one another how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, how neither of you wanted anything but to stay in this moment for the rest of your lives. From this point forward, nothing else mattered. Vash had you back and Vash was alive, and you were together. It was just you and Vash in the world, and neither of you would trade this for anything.

"So... are we kicking Wolfwood to the spare room, Vash?"

"Oh, you know it. We have a lot of catching up to do, love."

Edit: Tagging people who asked to be tagged + those on my taglist! @aquamarine001, @alphamoon, @ready2readagain, @zukoisbabee (it didn't let me tag you for some reason I'm sorry!), @iceoblivious, @mossygalaxy, @spacioussoul, @ryuukami4

#anya's athenaeum #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #eriks x reader #eriks!vash #trigun eriks

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

They're idiots, your honor

In cosmic sort of way, Lester and you were meant for each other.

@brandnewhuman

Out of all three of the Sinclair brothers, it was shocking how much Lester and you didn't get along.

Bo attempted to be courteous. After all, you've seen the dark side of Ambrose and still choose to stay. You could tell that he didn't quite trust you. But despite that, he treated you moderately decently.

Vincent and you had a symbiotic relationship. You thrived on his quiet nature and he used your loud and boisterous attitude. You'd help him clean up after his... sculpting?

( You honestly tried not to think about what was under the wax)

And in return, Vincent helped you with your chores. Together, Vincent and you were more like siblings than Bo and you.

Definitely, more that Lester and you.

You tried to be civil with him and when that didn't work, you tried to ignore his snarky quips. But one person could only take so much, and soon you were throwing insults back.

But you never really meant them.

If you were totally honest, you kind of had a crush on him.

Maybe a little bit more than a crush.

You weren't in love with him, but everytime you saw him there was a unmistakable pang of something in your heart. Something that you guess a normal person would consider love.

But how could you possibly love someone who treated you like that?

Sitting down on the couch, Jonesy jumping up and settling down next to you, a sigh left your lips.

There was always a limit to the malice. A line both of you refused to cross. You thought you'd be the first to break, the struggle of not letting Lester know how much you loved cared for him finally getting to you.

But he fucked up.

He brought up a "no-no" subject as you do childishly called it.

(Maybe he was right?)

Your 'friends' abandonment. The fact that they judge left you there to die, only for you to be the last one standing.

"Ever think there's a reason they left ya?"

"Maybe they couldn't stand your naggin' anymore? "

"Or maybe they didn't want to be 'round a little crybaby? "

You whimpered, placing your hands over your ears. Like that was going to keep his voice away. No, you refused to cry. He wasn't going to be right.

But the tears came anyway. He was right. You were a childish crybaby, giving everyone else around you a headache with your tears and whining .

Jonsey huffed next to you, but your eyes where too screwed shut to see that man walking in. Lester felt horrible. He knew that he had messed up.

He was being the child here. Pulling the hypothetical pigtails of the girl on the playground. Calling them names and hiding their books. All because he had a crush.

He was a dick. A toxic asshole that treated someone who he cared about like garbage.

His heart broke hearing the whimper escape from your mouth. Slowly, Lester walked up to you, kneeling down "Y/n? Aww, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn-"

"You were right. I'm nothing but a big, blubbering-"

"No! You ain't like that!"

"No, you were right. There's a reason why my friends tried to leave me to die."

"They didn't deserve you. "

You looked up at him through teary eyes. Lester gave you a smile "I had never been so happy to see someone die."

You rolled your eyes, scooting away from him "P-Please, people don't say things they don't mean. "

Lester grabbed your hands, pulling them off your ears 'No, no. Baby. I was wrong."

Your tears stopped, eyebrows knitting together "Did you just call me...baby?"

Lester eyes widened, his voice stuttering "I...uh- Maybe? "

You giggled, pulling your hands away from his. You wiped away the tear tracks off your cheek "You called me baby~"

It was Lester's turn to blush, nervously scratching the back of his head "Don't make a big deal outta it. Just slipped out. "

"Do you... have feelings for me? "

If he had been taking a drink, Lester was sure he would have spit it out. Maybe ever choked a little. At this point, that seemed less embarrassing. He nervously picked invisible threads of his thread bare flannel "Ya make it sound so... just like whatever. "

"Whatever? "

"Whatever..."

A moment of quietness passed between, the only sound was Jonsey snores. You finally broke the silence "Hey Lester, I think we've been idiots."

"Idiots? "

You smiled at the man "Yeah, absolutely fucking idiots. I think everyone knew but us."

Lester smiled back, his fingers brushing against your cheek "Oh, yeah. Everyone knew, baby. "

Lester leaned foreword, placing his lips on your forehead. You smiled at him, pushing yourself up. You gently placed your lips against his, just the lightest of touch. Lester knew this was heaven.

The giggle you let out out after the kiss was finished made his heart skip a beat. He knew for sure at that moment what he always suspected.

You were his soulmate.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader

[ladykailolu]

You wanna experience sadness?

Imagine how hurt Gyro would feel if after finally finding his daughters again,

But they say that they want nothing to do him anymore

Like, bro

Imagine how heartbroken that would make them feel

Even after finding them again, things between them are still broken, and it doesn’t seem like they can be fixed

And he’s spent so much time wanting them back and actually caring about them, so for them to reject him and turn him away would hurt way more that it would’ve if this whole kidnapping thing didn’t happen

(Note, I’m sure this probably wouldn’t happen in the story, I’m just saying hypothetically, if they or maybe just Sadie, we’re too bitter to give him a second chance)

I don't think that everything would be all peachy keen when the girls are reunited with Gyro and Johnny. There's a lot of unresolved tension between Gyro and his daughters that they can't ignore. By the end of the story, Gyro had realized the error of his ways and wanted to turn over a new leaf and apologize to the girls, but they don't just forgive him outright. He hurt each of them quite badly. He abandoned Paxe, he was rude to Maggie, and he brushed off Sadie-Mae! He neglected each of his children because he couldn't admit that he did something wrong.

Remember when I described to you a scene of Paxe being adamant of finding her father again while Sadie-Mae was trying to talk sense into her, warning that Gyro would only hurt her again? Well, Sadie-Mae's words finally sunk into Paxe's thick skull, and she realized all the hurt that she's been through. Her father was alive all this time in America and never bothered to send her a single letter home--he never intended to, anyway. Even when he was still in Naples, he visited her less and less frequently. Now she understands why her mother regarded her father with cold words. It all made sense! He was cruel from day 1 when he refused to do the right thing and marry her mother when Paxe came to be.

And that's not even touching on Maggie's and Sadie-Mae's stories. Maggie's is particularly cruel. It was like he was coerced to take in his own child--he didn't take her in out of love for her but out of shame. Hell, Johnny was more of a father to Maggie, as all of Maggie's best memories of her childhood featured Johnny, and not Gyro. And as Maggie got older, she learned of the truth behind her upbringing--the truth that even Johnny was hesitant to share with her. Unwanted by both her mother and father, she was deeply hurt and fed up with Gyro's irresponsibility and malice towards her.

Sadie-Mae was in a similar boat. Gyro has been rude to her from day 1 and only took her in out of pity. She knew that he didn't give two shits about her back then, and now he comes crawling back for forgiveness? She sees right through it and realizes that she's better off by herself.

It's reasonable for the girls to want to live by themselves in an apartment somewhere for a while and stay away from Gyro until they figure things out. Of course, the girls have no money to support themselves, so they find jobs and do whatever they can to stay afloat and support each other. I like to think that eventually they calm down and can stand to visit both of their fathers, and eventually from there, they learn to forgive Gyro for everything that he's done to them. It's a rocky road, to be sure, and one that requires a lot of work to overcome.

What do you think? I want to include this in the story a little bit--have the girls live together and away from Gyro and Johnny for a little while before they reconcile fully. Before they go their separate ways.

#the bastard zeppeli girls #the bastard zeppeli children #Gyro Zeppeli #Johnny Joestar #Paxe Amalia Zeppeli #Margaret 'Maggie' Joestar-Zeppeli #Sadie-Mae Tinsley Maddlin #jjba #jjba oc #oreocookiezzz #asks #lady k answers

[branzycrafted]

OKAY A LITTLE BIT OF INSANE THOUGHTS cause people debate if certain characters are villains or not:

I think that objectively Clown is absolutely a villain BUT for everyone else that REALLY depends on how you look at them and their actions. I think everyone else's can be debated but you can't find a way to explain why Clown isn't a villain/antagonist figure, we don't even know exactly what he's doing but you can see that he's toying with people, he'll laugh after causing conflicts and further destroying people's bonds (if they even existed anymore), he has no issue threatening people just to keep them quiet, he'll use anything against anyone if it benefits him or helps him screw with people (e.x. finding any way to make Kab feel inferior or weak even in past moments), you just can't tell me for real he is not an antag. But also it's just like the 9 year old Clown stans screaming that Clown isn't a villain because they don't get that you can like a villain character LOL anyways—

Maddy can be seen as a villain if you look at her a certain way. Her actions have taken a MASSIVE turn from her original attitude, she's actually acting on emotions now and those emotions are all negative, BUT it's kind of easy to explain it all in a way that doesn't exactly paint her as a villain. Not fully "good" but not an outright villain. She's under a LOT of influence feeling like she can't do anything to 'save' Kab who she does genuinely care about. Plus we've seen that sort of out of it state she's entered where she wasn't fully in control of herself. Her poisoning Clown was her doing something she thought was right, she felt it was justified, she would feel that in any case hurting him would be justified because of what he's doing. When it comes to things like her holding poison in front of Kab, in her mind it would have been self defense because Kab hit her before. No, she wouldn't need to Literally Poison A Child, but her idea behind it made at least SOME sense on like a surface level of self defense. To her if nothing else, because realistically no, an adult would not need to poison a child if said child was in a state of disarray and tried to hit them. Beyond that you can argue Maddy just isn't a villain, you can view some of her actions as villainous but to me she would be like lawful evil. Her actions are with the intention of keeping others safe, she wants to stop Clown who she sees as hurting everyone (and he kind of is, at least he's trying to, in a way). She isn't doing anything out of pure malice or just to hurt people.

Pyro is a good debate lately because of the recent lore with him. Some of his actions can seem villainous like saying he'll free that witch if she gave him the info he needed then lied and burned her alive or killing unarmed 'people' in that encampment. In his mind, he's doing what he needs to to achieve his goal, which ultimately relates to protecting the others. He did suddenly abandon any care for honor, and that shows he'll do literally anything he deems necessary, but again, he has the intention of protecting people. So similar to Maddy everything he does is with the intention to help protect everyone. He might not exactly be doing it in a way people agree with, but in his eyes that's what's right. And you have to remember Netherian nature and culture.

Not even gonna talk about Kab too much because come on she's 16 and so much is happening to mentally damage her. She literally just needs therapy tbh.

Characters committing certain actions can make any character viewable as a villain if you look at it a certain way. But there's in a lot of cases other ways to look at or explain them that show that they're not necessarily villains. I think that to certain characters others are villains, but in general I don't think certain characters can really be labelled villains entirely.

#meow #[''roll the dice!'' | 🎲.txt] #kaboodlesmp #kabsmp spoilers

[threebysix]

Perspective

Subjective: How you see a scenario/event/situation/circumstance changes your outward expression towards it

Relative: How you make the other see how you are seeing a scenario/event/situation/circumstance changes their opinion towards your outward expression to it

Objective: How you see yourself/others without prejudice and consideration. Just purely by how they act must explained by the nearest possible known reason, which reasons partake inner mechanisms/psychosis.

"It is easy to judge others. Dare judge yourself."

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Hell, I'm not really stressed up or anything. It's just, people need a certain idea that somehow correlates with how I am currently acting. I intuitively programmed myself, set up agents that corresponds from event to event and tie it up to a cohesive rooted-feeling mental diagram.

I want to give a lone time to myself, I wanna wear off things that requires emotion as fuel. For instance: the false norm of letting your gf/bf know what you are about to do that may cut the communication, being that reason of having you unable to be reached.

A lone time is just doing things you wanna do. Watching tiktok and lazying out on bed, rolling left to right, giggling, sobbing, mocking some stupid video... this could only be done when there's no one mandating everything you do.

It's a day of "Don't tell me what to do. Mind your own business and eat your own words."

She was strongly asserting dominance by complaining a thing that irritated her, which then she mandates; punishes me of something that will greatly trouble her later. I did try approaching her, civil in any way or manner. I told her please answer the call but then texted a message that contains a statement that describes my circumstance (which annoyed her) as an intentional act of hurting her. Added a prologue with how things should work now by possessing the persona from her assumption of me being malicious to her, so now she must act likewise-against me, clearly pointing it out, she must embody the same intention I had [according to her].

It sounded good to me. I must respect someone's opinion, I am not interested nor invested in a drible-drabble court case. I found myself defending from things I naturally do, that doesn't harm anyone. While she offensively talks like I'm some slave with a full-offense crime of untidiness. Another theatre. Directed by her, acted by her but without me knowing that I'm also a cast! The pleasure is mine, I haven't even auditioned on this. It's like some street prank where someone impromptly acts like the victim's ex or something, (the victim must be with her spouse to take effect, both are victims). And what should I think on that instance? "I didn't sign for this. What the fuck am I into?"

Her pespective is,

revolving around the mental narrative [a certain belief] of "what I believe of what they've done to me." Which we can categorize, as how she functions, to MALICE. She believes (which makes her reality), that the other has a Malice Aforethought. Which simply means having a conscious intent of harming someone before committing the crime.

I gathered data/information [unwillingly] from her past that may prove my observation. She talks out of consideration to those who commited crimes against her (which she believes was schemed against her), even adding a positive description of how good their life has turned out. Those male-female relationship is just stem out from the root. Which she told me earlier this year, we had a deep conversation which I intentionally lead to a topic of "inner-child."

She talked about a memory of her mother's promised (leaving out details) for tomorrow, full of excitement before sleeping--she wakes up in the realization of being abandoned. I imagined her staring to nothing, she didn't know how must she feel, till her mother (with her father) arrived. I magined her mother not taking the event seriously, which then made her feel unwanted, lied to. Her mother tried to lift her up by cooking her favorite meal, she didn't eat. She went to their room, ripped her pillow to pieces. She must have felt irresponsibility from them, it wasn't enough for her to just make her feel good of something horrible, without compensation. Her mother told her father, "punish her." Lacking understanding with their oldest child, she then told me: "That's the only, and also the first time where my papa beat me." They beat her for something she didn't understand.

Thus and so, rooted within her, "a scheme, a consciously thought up crime against her pure intention of a non-harmful but inspires human connection. She might have caught a thought, "Those who are the closest betrays too, and hurts the most."

Why does she do this to me?

Because she loves me, though a different kind of love. She doesn't want me to do the things that has been done to those who are/were closest to her. Making me a special different one. A puppet. Indirectly making me understand/sympathize to her. Since she knows that there are things you can't force to change, but yes, she can influence them so they may change themselves according to her own liking. Not so clever though. Not to me.

Her love,

Her love to me in correspondence to her inner narrative, "You are my mirror, I will shape you to become what I want to become. Together."

Not pure love at all.

I am aware,

yet I chose her.

I don't wanna, ever, never want to write this shit. I seriously am avoiding the realization, I need to get confused so it may inspire emotion. But I have to. I am confused no longer. You are no mystery to me.

I only love things of what I knew.

[cryptiql]

untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

#💥.katsuki #bakugou x trans reader #bakugou x trans male reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki bakugou x male reader #male reader insert #mha x male reader #boku no hero x reader #bakugou x you #trans reader

[bored-storyteller]

Second part of the request for @amevinil239

25- Twisted Wonderland- Kalim, Azul, Leona, Riddle x Reader

Anger and home pt. 2

Kalim Al-Asim

-I'm not sure what can get Kalim into arguing, but I'm pretty sure if you're stressed out, his behavior can be irritating sometimes.

-Mostly, Kalim will be blind to your problems. It's not that he doesn't want to see them, but he simply can't.

-And he doesn't listen. Trying to tell him with good manners that you really would need his support and not having to satisfy his whims is difficult.

-Furthermore, Kalim is a good person, perhaps a little childish, but he is not stupid or submissive. If there is a misunderstanding and he feels he is right, he is stubborn on his arguments.

-In any case, he would never intend to hurt you, ever.

-After a fight he will be the most wounded in the soul of the two, and if you run away from him the world will collapse on him.

"That's enough!"

Your voice is so high that it burns your throat as if it were sandpaper.

You never thought you would reach this level of anger and desolation, not with Kalim.

He's angry too, you've never seen him angry. His expression is serious, almost adult.

By now you are tired of making him think. He has never experienced what the suffering of people like you means. It is not his fault.

Yet you can't forgive him, you can't stop being mad at him.

"I just want to go home! Where all this doesn't exist!"

It's not so true, and you know it. You miss home, so badly. But you could never pretend again that this world doesn't exist.

You don't want to look at him again, partly for your badness, partly for shame.

You turn around and run away, hoping he won't hear your sobs. You don't see how much those words hurt him, all the realization you suddenly threw in him.

Curled up in the most hidden corner of the garden, you know he will come to you. Because Kalim is a good person, really good, and he doesn't want to make people suffer.

He knows that because of him many can suffer, you, Jamil... and he hates himself for not knowing how to protect you from this, even if he could.

Sitting next to you he is silent for a while, letting himself be hurt by your sobs.

"I know ..." he murmurs sadly "But ... I'd miss you so much ..."

Those words increase your sobs, but they push you to untie yourself from your knot and push yourself towards him. By placing your head on his lap, you let yourself be caressed by his sweet hands. He is probably crying too, but both of you have finally come close. Because you know that if you are with him, you are a little bit at home anyway.

Azul Ashengrotto

-It is not difficult for Azul to hurt people, nor is he usually too sorry about it. He has suffered so many wounds that he can no longer empathize.

-If something about you doesn't suit him, he will tell you. Usually, however, he will maintain a gentlemanlike air that will soften his criticisms and make them look like advice.

-But there may be that time he says that extra thing without even looking at you, assuming you will listen to it.

-It will probably not even be a discussion, you will lose the desire to stay in his presence before he understands how seriously you are angry.

-If the Leach twins are there, they will be the first to understand how serious the situation is and they will exchange puzzled looks, hoping that Azul will look up from his documents and look at you before it is too late.

-When Azul also realizes it will be like a bucket of ice water on his head. He can't say how bad you looked to him, but it's too late to fix it.

-He won't lose its composure, but it won't let you go anyway.

"I want to go home away from all this!"

Azul can't stop you while you rush out the door.

He just looks at the door from where you're gone out with a surprised face. He hadn't noticed that you were crying.

Jade looks at him with the worried expression of someone who knows how serious the problem is now.

"Do you want me to bring them back?"

Azul shakes his head, and clearing his throat returns to do his job.

You, locked in your room, you don't know how irritable the Octavinelle leader remains for the rest of the day.

You feel alone and abandoned. An apology would have sufficed, but not even the threat of leaving seemed to scratch his heart.

If you can't count on Azul you know that a void will open inside you that will make you feel even more out of place in that world of magic.

You are about to give in to tiredness and sadness. Now all you want to do is disappear between your sheets, but before you can go to bed someone knocks on your door.

Slowly you go to open it. Azul is in front of you, his expression is serious and composed, but in his hand he holds a small paper bag. From the good scent that comes out you know it's your favorite dessert.

"Can I come in?"

His voice is calm and diplomatic, yet it is softer than usual.

You step aside even if you try to stay hard on him. You are still angry, and he realizes it.

He doesn't know how to behave, you know, you see him as he enters your room.

"I know you want to go home."

His voice resounds after a few minutes in silence.

"But until then, please stand by me, even if I'm just a good-for-nothing octopus."

You know how much those words cost him. You don't know if you'll ever hear them again, but you know they are worth more than a million apologies.

You approach him, and slowly taking the bag he brought and you open it.

"Do we eat it together?"

Leona Kingscholar

-Arguing is tiring, it must be serious for Leona to really engage in it.

-Leona listens to the complaints by puffing, he will answer every now and then but she will drop the whole discussion, yawning and maybe giving you reason.

-If it gets serious and he gets really angry, though, you'll see his animal side. If there is an incomprehension between you two that hurts him, he will struggle to restrain himself.

-He could really say things that can hurt you.

-Leona is used to people who are afraid of him. From an early age he was considered "frightening" because of his power. He never really felt appreciated despite his efforts. If you run away from him he will feel really bad.

You exploded at his last growl.

"You know what ?! I hate this place! I want to go back to my house!"

You threw up those words on him and ran away, giving birth to your tears that fell from your cheeks.

Those words hurt you too. You missed home, it is difficult to be divided between two worlds (which you perhaps love both).

You leave a broken Leona behind. His green eyes stare at the spot where you are gone. The prince's mind is good at digging under the surface more than he wants to believe. Did you just tell him you hate him? What do you want to run away from him?

He is not stupid, he knows that you miss your home, but the malice and pain with which you spoke to him displaced him. Maybe he really went overboard with you this time.

Leona doesn't often feel the urge to do something, yet now he wants to talk to you right away. But he doesn't follow you. You would probably chase him away and it would make him and you feel worse.

He only looks for you later hoping that you have calmed down, but he finds you curled up in the greenhouse, with your face hidden in your knees tight against your chest, crying.

Carefully sit next to you, not too close or too far. He knows you know he's there, and you're not sending him away. Good.

"Do you ... really want to get away from me?"

As if he had stung you with a pin you look at him. You are certain you have not said those words but Leona's surprisingly serious (and sad) gaze stops you for a second.

"I won't stop you if that's what you want ... but ... I ..."

Even if he doesn't want to, you feel the knot in his throat from the crack in his voice that prevents him from completing the sentence. You didn't want to hurt him like that, you didn't want to leave him.

Cautiously you approach him, and silently snuggle against his shoulder.

The prince lets you act, while his tail surrounds you widely and his cheek rests on your head.

"I know you miss home ... but I'm here."

Riddle Rosehearts

-Riddle is a demanding person, you know. He is a good boy, but he can easily throw your mood under your shoes.

-For him everything he says is important, so it is often dangerous to challenge him. When it happens it's because he really hits you.

-Yet he won't understand it. He will support his views in anger without realizing how deeply he is digging inside you.

- A stupid argument can get really heavy with him if you don't give in, and sometimes you know it's okay not to give in.

-Riddle knows he has to improve himself, but only realizes it when he's done the damage. And most of the time he doesn't know how to fix it.

Riddle feels a failure when he sees you running away.

He still hears your last words inside himself: "I want to go back to my house!"

He knows everything they mean. All your pain, and all the pain he causes you.

He sighs heavily, bringing a hand to his face and hiding it against his palm.

"I did it again, didn't I?"

Trey only looks at him sympathetically, without replying. All eyes are on the leader, but he doesn't care.

He swallows that wave of impotence that overwhelms him and straightens himself, parading among the students with a determined step, to look for you.

This is no time to be a capricious child, Riddle. It must find you and support you. This is what a leader must do.

You, sitting on a bench, clasp your arms around yourself, seeking comfort in yourself, as you try to silence the tears.

Again Riddle swallows his anguish and approaches you. He's afraid of your reaction, but still he gives you a tissue to wipe away the tears, because that's how a leader behaves, right? He wants you to trust him. He wants to be responsible for you.

"I know you miss home ... and how difficult it is for you to settle here ..."

He begins with a gentler voice. You are not pushing him away, so he dares to sit next to you. hoping to do the right thing.

"But until ... when you can return to your world let me help you."

He doesn't see you reacting, but he feels that your sobs have stopped, maybe he is on track.

"Can you forgive me?"

Finally your hands move, and with a slight thanks you grab what he gives you, cleaning your face.

Riddle feels relieved, it would have been difficult to lose you.

You look at him, and smiling shyly you nod, sure that you forgive him. How can you not forgive such a lovable boy?

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #twst kalim #twisted wonderland kalim #leona kingscholar x reader #twst leona #twisted wonderland leona #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul

[tales-of-two]

Kill Them With Kindness 💚 Part 1

Kage's body formed from Smol's shadow she froze in place sensing malice and let out a soft sigh calming herself. "Kage...I know what you're planning..you're gonna kidnap me and force our creator out by any means necessary to meet your demands.." He smirked "..heh glad you understand kitten..now come with m-"

She interrupted Smol was filled with kindness. "Sadly for you I was prepared, our creator let me know ahead of time what you were planning and gave me the responsibility to kill you with Kindness and that's what I plan to do."

Smol raised her hand and swallowed hard snapping her fingers, her form fizzled out with codes once it settled she turned around towards him.

"I'm so sorry Kage..this was the only way for us to talk calmly, and to show you that deep down inside you, you actually care a lot for people, our creator gave me this form temporarily to remind you of who you are before you lose yourself, you're NOT a bad guy Kage."

Once she turned around Kage stood in place too stunned to move his shadows immediately pull back and disappear.

Smol had taken on the form of someone that meant a lot to him and Zero in the past, he stayed silent for a moment before muttering out in a shaky tone. "..H-Hikari..? No..I.."

Kage felt a pull at his chest making him drop down to his knees, he immediately started to sob like an innocent child.

"Our creator really IS CRUEL..y-you even have her voice...this isn't right! Hikari fell asleep 5 years ago! Sh-she abandoned me and disappeared leaving us NOTHING, nothing but a whisper in Zero's and my dreams! We did nothing wrong so why, why did we end up alone..!?"

Kage began to hiccup this is why he hated crying he looked so vulnerable and innocent when he did so, Smol crouched down to his level and rubbed his back gently to comfort him.

"It won't be for long I promise Kage, this is a temporary form, I'm only using it long enough for me to deliver a message from our creator themselves."

Kage looked up in her direction. "A..a message from them? Y-you mean they never planned on erasing me from existence?...All this time, trying to get myself noticed by them wasn't for nothin'?...I only did all this because they wouldn't talk to me directly..I thought I was going to be forgotten or abandoned again...I wanted answers..I even d-dusted..."

Smol let out a soft giggle poking his nose and smiled softly in his direction. "Our creator isn't as cruel as you think Kage, they heard you and have been watching you this entire time, they have their reasons for not interfering so will you hear what they had to say?"

Kage silently nodded.

"They said they're deeply sorry for not acting up until now, you were born without a purpose and born without kindness, but today we'll be fixing that that's why I sent Smol in my place."

"Kage I already know your demands, you want a purpose, you want the kindness Zero has, you want to make your loved ones happy but have no idea how, you want a place to call home, you regret dusting your friends and want a second chance, you want a redesign."

"Welp I'm gonna give that all to you today, no more walking through a dark path. Kage I've given Smol a temporary reset button once she presses it it'll disappear."

She pulls out the mentioned reset button.

"Prove yourself Kage..your not just made of corruption you were made from Zero's regrets and Obscure's love."

"Give Smol the okay to press it, once she does you'll receive the kindness half of her soul, Smol is whole heartedly ready to give her kindness to you, not only that you'll get everything else you want, it took awhile but I did all this for you, from now on Zero is your twin brother be nice for christ sake haha, love your creator P.S your hot lol."

Kage snorted at the last bit of the message "alright alright I get it..now could you please..uh stop using her face and voice? Kinda creepin' me out."

"Oop sorry I promised didn't I?" Smol snapped her fingers her form fuzzed out with codes once more until she returned to her usual tiny self her half monster and half human soul in hand. "I take it your answer is yes you want a reset with me Kage-sama?"

Kage smiled softly and nervously clutched his arm nodding "..Uh huh.. it's time for a change..what about Obby, what will happen to you, what about the..souls I dusted and where will my new home be?"

Smol smiled "Saide and our creator Dorky already handled it, Obscure will be going with you, I'll be fine Kage this is showing you how much I care I have no idea what'll happen to me but we'll find out together, and bout your new home find Sadie's creation Copper you'll be working for him and joining his mafia."

"Our creator is sending Artemis and Aiko with you along with Boris, so you won't be alone, don't worry about the souls I trust our creator you and Obscure are now officially redeemed from that burden."

With that said Smol pressed down on the [RESET] button.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

"Don't make this harder than it already is " with an Unhinged Narancia ot Giorno.

I hope Narancia isn't too ooc in this while still being a little unhinged.

I also made it gender neutral.

Subtraction

(Yandere Narancia Ghriga X Gender Neutral Reader)

You looked at the text on your phone to see if you were at the right address and you were. You were honestly a little shocked how could you have ever been chosen as a tutor for a household as extravagant as this. You felt a lump grow in your throat as you walked closer to the door. You had absolutely no idea who you were dealing with. Today was going to be you first meeting with the child you would be tutoring.

Why were you tutoring? Because you needed to make a few extra dollars while you were in university, so you had placed numerous posters out advertising yourself as a tutor for children from six years old to thirteen years old. For weeks you hadn't gotten a single call about it until yesterday and thus is why you were here now.

You stood in front of the door, you brought your hand up to the door but you just couldn't knock it.

'God (Y/n) what are you so worried about!' You mentally screamed before bringing yourself to knock the door.

It seemed like only a second before the door was opened.

"You must be (Y/n)" a voice not belonging to the man that called you said. The voice belonged to an albino male who wore a red suit.

"Yes I am, and who may you be?" You asked him.

"I'm Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia's old tutor" he snarled as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh" you mumbled. As you stepped inside.

"So how is Narancia? Just so I know what I'm getting myself into" you asked with a wry smile.

"He's claims that he wants to learn but he never puts any effort into his learning" he huffed.

"Well I'm sure that with the right approach he'll learn" you said, trying to keep an optimistic view.

"Who are you to tell me that I haven't been trying!" He snarled at you.

"I'm not saying anything like that" You squeaked as you backed away from the platinum blonde male.

"Who the hell's this?" A ravenette teen asked as he approached you both. You were a little confused by their appearance, some of their features were very feminine while others were more masculine.

"My name is (Y/n), I'm here to tutor Narancia" you said. The teen pulled an expression of disgust.

"Ugh I've had enough of all of this tutoring" he groaned.

"Umm could I talk to the head of the household" you asked Fugo.

"I know he isn't in the year range you advertised but I'm sure that you'll have no problem tutoring him" a voice familiar to the man who called you said. You turned around to see a tall male in a white suit and short black hair.

"I'm sorry but... I only have worksheets from grade one to seven" you replied.

"Narancia, Fugo. Could you please leave me to talk to (Y/n) for a moment" he asked and the two teens left without a word.

"I understand that you only work with primary grade students but Narancia hasn't attended school for a majority of his life, I will admit he isn't the brightest and he acts rather childish" he began to explain.

"I've come to realise that Fugo might not have the right approach to teaching him, that's why I called you" he continued.

"I will pay you extra for the trouble if that's what you want" he said before you even had a chance to speak.

"I don't want to sound greedy or rude but how much more are you talking about?" You asked.

"An extra €50 for each lesson"

"I'll take it" you said as you walked to a large table before taking a sheet out of your bag.

"Narancia you can come back" the male called.

As Narancia walked in he huffed when he saw the sheet. He sat next to you without a word.

"Don't worry Narancia I'm not going to ask for you to much of today" you said with a smile.

"Think of this as an introduction, I get to know about you and you get to know about me" you explained, which seemed to ease him a bit.

"The only work I'm giving you today is this sheet, just write down the answers you think are correct don't think you have to get them all correct, this is just to find out what you need to improve one" you said as you handed him the worksheet. You then noticed as Narancia started the worksheet that Fugo watched over the poor boys shoulder like a hawk.

"Fugo why don't you sit down next to me?" you asked as you pulled the chair next to you out. He simply ignored you as he sat next to Narancia.

Minutes passed as Narancia went through every question on the sheet with not a word said.

"Done!" He chimed as he handed you the sheet with a sparkle in his eyes and a grin on his face. You quickly skimmed over each question. Most of these answers were completely wrong. He was at grade three level at the most.

"So how did I do?" He asked in a sly tone.

"Ummm... Alright, but I'm a little confused as to how the answer to 20x13 is 160?" You said as you watched his bright look fade.

"Are you kidding me? We did this exact problem yesterday!" Fugo screamed as he grabbed Narancia by the hair before slamming his head into the table.

"I told you the answer yesterday!" He continued as he was about to slam his head in again before you grabbed Fugo and pulled him back.

"Stop it, your gonna hurt him!" you screamed as you held him back from hurting Narancia.

Narancia looked at you with a blank expression. He was dumbfounded by the fact that you had helped him rather then just simply watching. He began to see that your sweet charisma was just something unlike anything else. He began to admire your features, you were beautiful. He was just so encapsulated in his thoughts about you that he hadn't realised you approaching him.

"Narancia are you alright?" You asked the dazed teen, which seemed to bring him back to reality.

"Y... Yeah I'm fine" he stuttered in response, unaware of the blood dripping from his nose.

"Oh no your nose is bleeding!" You gasped as you grabbed tissues from the nearby table and wiped the blood away.

"No wonder Fugo couldn't get you to learn, how are you supposed to feel encouraged to work on your maths if this is how he reacts" you said.

➖➖➖

After a few weeks he had grown to really like you being around. You were smart but also very kind and understanding. You always tried to grab his attention with thingt that you called 'visual aids' or 'practical examples', like teaching him how percentages and decimals were the same as fractions by bring in a cake for him to divide.

Each week he grew to be more excited for you to come. He would wait the whole day for you to come, like a dog waiting for their owner to come home.

Unlike most other people you had actually tried to understand him. You seemed to pick up on all his interests. He aspired to be smart like you but he also began to admire you, he felt like butterflies were fluttering in his stomach when he was around you.

But like all good things... It had to come to an end.

➖➖➖

"No (Y/n) this can't be my last lesson! There's still so much more you can teach me" the ravenette pled as he held onto your arm.

"I'm sorry Narancia but I really need the time to study, I have so many exams and tests coming up" you explained as you tried to leave the house.

"But you can't leave me!" He whined like a child as clung onto you like a dead weight.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because I love you!" He accidentally blurted out, his face turning red as he realised what he had said.

You looked at him, you couldn't deny that he was cute and all but you just couldn't see you and him being in a relationship and you also couldn't just have a relationship when you had so much of your time committed to your studies.

"Narancia, that's really sweet of you but I'm sorry" you said, gloom casting over his features.

"It's just I'm not really looking for a relationship right now, ok?" You explained to him.

"Ok then... I understand" he mumbled as he let go of you.

"I'm glad you understand" you said as you exited the door.

"Good bye" you said before vanishing.

He just stood at the door I awe. He felt all those lovestruck feeling go topsy turvy. His stomach seemed to drop and his heart felt like a bullet had gone though it.

'They rejected me' he thought.

'No this can't be possible, they can't just reject me'

'I need them' his mind went into overdrive as he processed what had just happened.

'your not going to just let them abandon you too, are you?' a dark voice whispered in his mind.

➖➖➖

You walked back to your dorm with a heavy heart, you just hoped you hadn't let him down to hard. You suddenly a strong gust of wind brushed past you, you looked for the source but failed to see or hear the small plane that hovered around you.

You continued you walk until you were stopped by a familiar face, your classmate and good friend Alex.

"Hey (Y/n), how you going?" He said.

"I'm good" you responded

"So are we still studying tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm just going to get some groceries and then I'll head over" you replied with a smile.

"Ok, I'll see you then" he said as he hugged you, unaware that a pair of eyes glared at him with malice intent.

"There's no way in hell I'm fucking letting you take them away from me"

➖➖➖

You knocked on Alex's door but he didn't respond. You knocked again and still no answer. You turned the door knob and it wasn't locked so you opened it.

The dormroom was so dark. All of the curtains were closed and not a single light was on.

'maybe he had just gone out quickly and forgotten to lock the door' you thought until you saw something small near his bedroom door. You closed the door before you walked up to it, a hand between the door and the doorframe.

You opened the door and turned on the light, regret kicked in.

Alex's bloody body laying lifelessly on the floor, blood splattered across the every inch of the room. You screamed as you ran to the door but before you could even wrap you hands around it some unknown force knocked in straight off.

"I'm sorry... If only you had said yes this wouldn't of happened" an a familiar voice said. You turned your head to see a a figure whose face was hidden behind a hood.

"Na... Narancia, is that you?" You stuttered. The figure took off his hood and turned the light on.

"Yep" Narancia said in a sickeningly sweet tone and a innocent smile on his face contrasted by the blood that covered him.

"Why... Why would you do this?" You asked.

"I did it for us (Y/n)" he simply responded as he walked up to you.

"Us!?" You questioned as you backed away from him. Eventually he cornered you.

"I didn't want you to leave me... Your so sweet and caring towards me" he explained.

"That isn't a reason for you to commit a murder!" you screamed.

"That guy was trying to get in your pants!" He yelled back.

"I'm sure that all that scumbag wanted from you was a quick fuck!" he continued

"Your deranged!" You yelled as you pushed him away and tried to find another way to escape, which was cut short by three shots to the leg which sent you tumbling to the floor. There had been no sound or bullets but something had shot you.

"Don't make this harder then it already is" Narancia mumbled as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"I don't want to have to make a massive scene..."

#yandere #yandere jjba #yandere x reader #narancia ghirga #writing prompt

[gaytoshi]

Yeah, I can accept and buy that Enji deeply regrets what he did to his family and wants to atone for it rather than to have them pretend it never happened. It's also pretty mature from him to accept that asking forgiveness won't be enough.

What I will never ever, eveeeeer accept or even believe is that there was ever love between Rei and Enji. The idea that ~perhaps~ he wasn't always, at the very least, neglectful of his family, including Rei, feels fake af. Natsuo talks about how Enji acted like they didn't exist and obviously he's talking about his mother too, who doesn't deny it, who never tells us "it wasn't always like this" or anything that suggests their relationship was ever at a good point

Sure, she brings up the flowers and the fact that it's probably relevant because she told him she liked that flower back when they first met, but that's it. That's all she has to say. The only positive thing so far is the fact that he remembered and the fact that they had what seemed to be a decent conversation at least once, not even a "he used to give me this flower when we first dated". Which makes sense considering that his marriage to Rei was arranged, forced on top of that and that he married her solely for her quirk, with that idea in mind. We don't get a "they were highschool sweethearts and then he became obsessed about AM and, blinded by his ambition, forgot he loved her". He was already blind by this obsession before he met Rei:

In this particular translation it says he *ingratiated Rei's family*, but if I remember well, many other translations say he used his wealth and fame to *force them* to agree into the marriage. He also says "devoid if any love" instead of "of any logic".

It's also extremely hard to believe that Enji loved her because, abuse aside, he was able to abandon her in a hospital for a decade, without seeing her at all, but hey, that's normal, I mean, would it be easy to believe that the man who uses the kanji for "animal offspring" to refer to his child instead of calling him son and the man who called her "idiotic woman/fool/moronic woman" after she had her breakdown (obviously caused by him) would care about visiting the woman that, according to him, just got in his way and threatened his ambition?

Now, I don't think Rei hates him anymore. But I don't want to believe it's because "she loves him/loved him". I mean, how can you love a man that bought you, used you, neglected you and abused you??? Like Enji was extremely absorbed by his obsession with AM and, while I don't think he abused Rei out of cruelty and malice I also highly doubt that he ever showed her any kindness, even at the beginning. He was most likely formal.

So yeah, I won't mind if Hoshi makes them try to amend their relationship even a little, as parents, but I will puke if he tries to make these two get back together or if he tries to feed us some *actually, there was love* after the narrative has been doing nothing but extremely suggesting that there was NO romantic love there, ever.

Plus I can't be the one who thinks it'd be even more unnecessarily tragic if we find out she did love him (for whatever petty, forced reason) because imagine, loving someone that doesn't love you back because they're too busy abusing your children, using you as a breeding machine pretending you don't exist.

#enji todoroki #rei todoroki #todoroki family #shoto todoroki #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #izuku midoriya

[littlemisssquiggles]

Hai! I saw your post about the three Schnee siblings formerly being together to do arts- pianist, singer, dancer. But I read the RWBY Manga Anthology 'Mirror Mirror' and turns out that when she was a child, it was Weiss who was a pianist! I think that when Weiss decided to be a huntress, she gave up playing the piano, but because he admired his sister greatly, Whitley took it up right after. I don't think that inside, Whitley is truly, really an asshole, maybe he's just pressured or something.

I really likethat idea of yours anon-chan. I like the idea of Whitley taking up playingthe piano out of inspiration from Weiss. Perhaps playingthe piano could be Whitley’s coping mechanism with his loneliness. With hissisters gone, perhaps playing the piano was Whitley’s way of connecting to Weiss or at least the fond memories he cherished ofher.

Even ifWeiss was the one to learn the piano first, I do love the idea of Whitleylistening to his sister from afar. Perhaps Whitleyused to watch Weiss whenever she had her piano sessions and he always wanted tolearn how to play the piano---not out of his own interest but purely so that hecould have something for him and his sister to do together.

What if…growing up, Whitley wasalways kept apart from his sisters. Imagine if…Jacques wasn’t the type of father toencourage his children to be close with one another so he always found ways tokeep the siblings apart. But while Winter and Weiss bypassed that, Whitley waskept in the shadows. I can seriously picture Whitley desiring to be closer toWeiss since she was the sister he saw the most (perhaps Winter was away atschool all the time and lived on campus). Picture Whitleylistening to his sister from afar, longing to reach out and join her---playmusic together with Weiss and share in the warmth and happiness of the twobonding.

Now I’m imagining achildhood memory where a toddler Whitley tried to join Weiss playing the pianobut his efforts ended up getting Weiss in trouble with Jacques. And rather thanpunishing them both, Weiss is the only one scolded by Jacques and after that,Weiss refused to talk to Whitley demanding he stay far away from her and lether be alone. Tragic but surprisingly fitting especially with what we know sofar of Weiss as a character.

You and Iare definitely sailing in the same boat anon-chan. I, too, don’t believe Whitley is trulyevil. Just misunderstood.Tremendously misunderstood to the point that it’s kind of ridiculous when Ithink about it. Whitley literally did nothing to deserve the hatred he’sreceived from characters like Weiss in the show and even the FNDM. I rewatchedall of V4 and there was nothing to highlight Whitley as being the manipulativebastard that Weiss painted him to be. If anything, Whitley was one of thecharacters who suffered from the admittedly not-so-good writing during V4’s runtime.If Whitley is truly meant to be the kind of whipped person who is a carbon copyof Jacques Schnee and is completely subservient to him then I wished they hadplayed up that side to his character and actually showed more evidence of himmanipulating his sister in a similar fashion to how Jacques manipulated MamaSchnee long ago.

I’m hopingV7 makes up for the qualms of V4. That being, speaking for myself here, I don’t dislikeWhitley. On the contrary, of all the Schnee Siblings, he’s prettymuch my favourite and the one I’m most interested in learning more about.Whitley is a blank canvas. V4 gave me stuff on him and yet none of it reallypaints a clear picture of Whit to me, y’know what I mean? Rather than jumpingimmediately on the bandwagon of hating Whitley and deeming him a lil shitheador Shitley as he’s been dubbed, I’m left feeling more intrigued by Whit and wishing to learn more about him.

As of now,I don’t have a clear final opinion of Whitley but for the most part, myfeelings toward him as a character are mostly positive. I’m especially intriguedto see how his initial interactions with Weiss’ comrades will be when they allfinally meet face to face. Particularly his encounters with Ruby and Oscar. Ya’llknow how much I’m looking forward to that introduction.

Referringto Whitley and Weiss’ relationship, I’m on the side that firmly believes thatWeiss and Whitley were once very close at some point during their youngeryears. It’s disappointing to learn that the RWBY Anthology specific to Weissdidn’t touch base on Weiss’s relationship with her brother. Then again, as faras I understand, the Anthologies comprised of side stories written and drawn byfans with the approval from the CRWBY. So it’s pretty much the stories and popularrelationships specific to Weiss that the fans wanted to touch base on that theCRWBY greenlit.

It’s ashame there was no story in the Mirror, Mirror Anthologythat focused on Weiss growing up with Whitley. If I were to envisionWeiss’ ties to her brother, in my imagination, Weiss and Whitley are nodifferent than Nebulaand Gamora from Guardians of the Galaxy.

Not to spoil muchfrom GOTG but in the end, Gamora misunderstood her sister’s anger toward herfor competition and jealousy when all Nebula truly wanted was a sister inGamora.

I feellike that is the same for Whit. What if…part of the reason why Weiss thinks solittle of Whitley is because growing up Jacques showed more favouritism toward Whitley being that he was his only son. WhileWeiss and Winter had to work harder to live up to their father’s expectations, what if Whitley was treated with more appreciation and dueto this, Weiss harboured a silent sense of jealousy toward her brother.

At the moment,I think Weiss views Whitley as being a younger version of their father when inreality, Whit is far from that. Some RWBY theorists have brought up the idea ofWhitley beingsecretly abused by Jacques and…notto sound sadistic but I’m fully on-board with that theory.

I like itbecause it ties into my hunches of Whitley being misunderstood. Imagine if…allthose times growing up when Weiss figured Whitley was being spoiled by Jacques and never had to work as hard as hissisters, the reality is that Whitley was giving a much stricter treatment thanhis sisters as a means of keeping him in line.

I find itvery sad that Whitley has basically been abandoned by all the women in hislife. Neglected by both his mother and his sisters. It is sad that Weiss andWinter leaned on each other but left Whitley in the dark. It’s sad that Winterfocused on supporting Weiss but never extended that same olive branch of compassionto her baby brother. Seriously, what is up with that? Why is Whitley beingtreated like such a lost cause by his own sisters?

And what’sworse is that both of Whitley’s sisters left him in the end. Winter went off tojoin the Atlesian Military and Weiss moved away from Atlas to study abroad atBeacon in Vale. The only people that Whit seems to have had to depend on isJacques and possibly Klein.

Speakingof Klein, I seriously hope that Klein became a surrogate father to Whitley duringthose days when Whitley was left alone. I understand that Klein favours Weissfor the sake of plot but…notice that Klein never spoke ill of Whitley. Atleast…not to my recollection. Correct me if I’m wrong.

WhileKlein, in one of his seven personalities, voiced his disdain for Jacques, henever showed that malice toward Whitley. If there is one person who I can seebeing in Whitley’s court, it’s Klein. If the theories are true and Whitley isindeed being silently abused by Jacques then Klein is the one I’m expecting tospill those beans especially to Weiss.

Oh! Imagine if…Kleinhas been hiding Whitley’s abuse? Not out of loyalty to Jacques but to Whitley.Imagine Whitley locked in his room after another vicious beating---the firsttime it happened and Klein voicing his desire to inform someone but Whitley forbadeKlein from doing so.

Imagine Whitley even threatening to have Klein fired if he told anyone of his abuse soKlein decides to keep his mouth zip because he’d rather stay and hold histongue if it would mean being there to at least look out for Whitley.

Imagine Klein being placed in adifficult position where he’d rather chose ignorance over the risk of leavingWhitley completely alone with Jacques on his own. That could be veryinteresting thing to delve into for both Klein and Whitley’s characters. Buuuuut…atthis point, as usual, it all boils down to what the CRWBY Writers have plannedfor Whitley and his story with Weiss.

For whatit’s worth, I hope it’s satisfying andwould leave Whit fans, like myself, content.

By theway, what are the Whitley fans called? I knowPinehead became popular as the name for Oscar fans (which I’m pleased caughton) but what would Whitley fans be called? Whitties?

If Oscarfans are Pinehead then would Whitley fans be…Whittie? As in ‘witty’.

Or maybejust Whits. I’ve developed a habit of calling Whitley, Whit for short so maybe that can work to define myself asa Whitley fan. I’m a Rosegardening Pinehead anda Whit.I could work with that.

Anywhozzits,I do think the possibility of Whit being the Nebula to Weiss’ Gamora is verystrong but…again, only my hunches for now.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

#squiggles answers: rwby #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #rwby theories #rwby volume 7 #rwby volume 7 theories #rwby v7 #Anonymous