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lazyneonrabbitt · 5 months

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Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺Dog person★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺Creature Feature★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺New comforts★ alt. ending★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior

🐺Drabbles🐺

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

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hobie-enthusiast · 9 months

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FATES AND CANONS !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— hobie brown and his six canon events

— angst, fluff, comfort, no happy ending (kinda?), petnames, major character death (twice, including reader), pretty long fic, might go against some comic canons, anarchist reader, cutesy kisses

— let’s play spot the tv girl reference 😜 anyway sorry for the delay ive been traveling, got sick, and now school starts next week, woohoo. so enjoy this for a little :)

The first canon event Hobie Brown experienced was being bitten by a radioactive spider.

But of course, that much is known. It’s the origin of every Spider-person in every dimension. That story has been over-told.

The real stories come from the preceding canon events, one that though every Spider-person goes through, it’s story-worthy each time.

—

The second canon event Hobie Brown experienced was the death of his best friend.

This friend was someone so dear to him, one he met at his lowest times on the streets. They picked each other up, helped each other out, and always had each other's backs. His best friend had big dreams just like him; stop the corrupt system of the Prime Minister and uplift the voices of the minorities. And his way of doing that was joining the police force, working on the inside to break it down and show others that the government is corrupt. Hobie had a friend on the inside, and together, they were able to stage protests and riots that were completely unbothered by the troops, thanks to his friend’s rank as captain.

Until he got infected with Norman Osborn's toxicity.

Hobie didn't realize it was him. He was bringing down those pigs left and right with his soundwaves, fighting for his side. He thought that there was no way he was in this. He was stronger than that.

But then he finished them all, and when the black goo disintegrated from the bodies, he saw that all-too-familiar person.

Hobie Brown had killed his best friend.

He was quick to run to his side, hands trembling. "Shit mate.. 't wasn't supposed t' be you."

"Hobie..?" His friend questioned, only then laughing quietly. "Hmm.. shoulda known my best mate t'was the coolest super in the world."

Quickly, Hobie moves his friend to a secluded alleyway, where he can take his mask off. There, his friend can see the way tears prick the corners of Hobie’s eyes. No one ever really sees him cry. This was a sight, a sad one at that.

"'m so sorry.." Hobie whispers.

His friend shakes his head. “Don’t be. Ya did good.”

Despite those words, Hobie couldn’t help but feel deeply guilty. He was just trying to do good? Why did this happen?

He was Spider-punk. Wasn’t he supposed to be able to save everyone?

“Ya gotta keep doin’ this.”

Hobie’s thoughts were interrupted as his friend grabbed his arm, gaining his attention. He was way worse looking than a couple seconds ago. Blood pooled around his stomach. Hands stained red from coughing it up. He wasn’t going to make it. Hobie knew that.

“Not killin’ your best friend, obviously.” He laughs at his own joke weakly. “But fightin’ for the people. They need ya, Hobie.”

Hobie nods in understanding. He promised him he would. It was always easier to make a dying person such bold promises. But Hobie could never give up on helping the people.

Even as his best friend takes his final breath, Hobie swore to protect the innocent. Even if he can’t save everyone, he’ll try his hardest.

Because that’s what he promised his best friend.

—

The third canon event Hobie Brown experienced was meeting the love of his life.

It was post concert; spirits were high and everyone was dying to meet the lead guitarist. Hobie’s onstage presence was something to marvel at, one that everyone adored.

You were no exception. You noticed the way Hobie was seemingly getting lost in the music. He was so passionate about his music, about what he performed. You admired that, truly. Not many musicians nowadays care about having a good onstage presence. Even with a band.

Lucky for you, your good friend was the bassist for the band. He was the one who invited you tonight, who wanted you to meet the band. He came out from backstage after the show and lead you to the dressing room.

“Alright mates, this is [Name].” Your friend points out each band member, stating their names before realizing something. “Aye, where’s ‘obie?”

His band didn’t seem to know, but you just shrugged it off. Though, you couldn’t deny the small sliver of disappointment that came with not meeting him. Soon, you excused yourself to grab some water, exiting the room.

What you didn’t expect was to run into someone.

“Crap, my bad. Didn’t see you there!” You immediately apologize, glancing up at the stranger.

Except it wasn’t a stranger. It was Hobie Brown. “‘s alright, swee’heart. No hard feelin’s.”

Hobie, after the show, decided to grab something to drink. He played a good show at the pub, so he rightfully thought he deserved it. But people were getting irritating, being touchy and pushy. He didn’t really appreciate that, and soon went backstage to find his bandmates.

When walking down the way, he said hello to a couple of the crew members. They were always considerate, doing their job correctly. Surely they deserve at least a wave and a verbal confirmation Hobie saw them.

Then, his spider-sense started tingling. Glancing around, he was quick to realize there was no true threat. But then he ran into you, and time seemingly stopped.

At the time, Hobie couldn’t describe the feeling of seeing you for the first time. It was like a part of him connected for the first time. You were a missing piece that he never knew he was even missing. But why did his senses go off for you?

“Actually, you’re Hobie, right?” You question, pointing up at him. “I’m a friend of the bassist in ‘ur band. It’s nice to meet you.”

Hobie muses. “Pleasure’s all mine, darlin’. C’mon, ‘ll take ya back t’ ‘em.”

The guitarist would be lying if he said he didn’t take you in the wrong direction for a little while. He wanted to get to know you more. And you weren’t complaining. Hobie was an incredibly charming guy.

The rest of the night was spent chatting with him. You couldn’t seem to leave him alone, and Hobie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. The two of you worked well together, and everyone in the band seemed to notice.

So Hobie slipped his number into your pocket, giving a kiss on your cheek. Bold, sure, but he had to make his move. Nobody has ever made him feel this way.

He can’t let you slip from his fingers.

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The fourth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was giving up his mask.

Being Spider-punk was not everything Hobie cracked it out to be. He was constantly putting himself in danger, and you in the process. Everything was just so tiring. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He finally caught his breath after a confrontation, sliding down against the wall. He panted heavily, clutching tightly on his guitar. He barely made it out.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell..” He muttered, coughing and hacking.

Hobie Brown was tired of this. He stood up, taking off the parts of his suit that came undone. Searching for a nearby garbage, he found one. Then, Hobie simply shoved his suit into it messily.

Staring down at the bin, he slung his guitar on his back. Then he just.. walked from the alleyway, never taking a second glance back.

The walk back home to you was long, considering he didn’t swing there. But when he made it, he let himself into the door, placing his guitar on the table. His eyes caught you in his peripheral vision.

You glance from the counter, giving a smile. “Hey, Hobes! How was-” Your words fall short at the solemn expression he wore. “What happened?”

Your boyfriend stayed silent as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothin’.. ‘s all done..”

“Done? What do you mean?”

He sighs, face in your shoulder. Should he even-?

Of course he should.

“I gave it up. ‘m done bein’ Spider-man. A symbol.. or whateve’.”

You turn your body to face him, taking his hands to analyze him. You frown, eyes narrowing as he just stares down. When was the last time you saw Hobie so.. defeated?

Then, a sigh. “Hobes.. listen..”

You move your hands to cup his face, lifting him to face you directly. His tired eyes meet yours, and you give a smile.

“You can’t give it up. This is your favourite thing to do for the people.. Being their voice. But it’s okay to take breaks.” You start, gently stroking his cheek. “‘s not selfish.. you’re trying to be the best for them. To fight for them. But you can’t do that if you’re so tired, my love..”

Hobie chuckles quietly, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Always the wise one..” Is all he mutters.

You muse, rubbing his back gently. “Let me take care of you tonight. Please.”

“…mmkay...”

And you surely took care of him. You cooked for him. You cleaned up his wounds. You cuddled with him in bed. Anything to help Hobie feel better from such a long day. Even then.. from such a long and tiring career.

Hobie is so incredibly thankful for everything you do. The way you’re so tender with him. The way you just seem to know what to do to help him. You’re so incredible to him.

So he whispers a simple ‘thank you, swee’heart’ to thank you, finally letting his body rest and recuperate to continue his work in the coming days.

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The fifth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was kissing the love of his life upside down.

It was cheesy, as Hobie and you could describe it. But he had just taken down some more corrupt government, seeing victory shine in his eyes. On top of that, he previously asked you to marry him, and you saying yes only added to his wonderful day.

Of course, your shared idea of marriage was different. In short, he put one of his rings on yours to be the symbol. The two of you would spend a day together, forge a silly little paper to say your married, sneak it in the courts, and call it a day. The perfect wedding for the perfect anarchist couple.

After his successful take down, he swung to the neighborhood you two lived in. It was quaint, you both preferred it that way. Somewhat safer as well.

He heard you earlier say you had to head to the corner shoppe, so that’s where he went. He lied on the rooftop with a perfect view of the entrance. Then, all he had to do was sit, and wait to see your pretty face walk out.

When you did, he turned himself upside down to hang on the side of the building, calling out to you. “Back from a day’s work of corrup’ gover’ment take down.”

You glance down the alleyway the voice came from, an amused smile cornering your lips. You glance around before making your way towards Hobie. Gently placing down the groceries, you glance up at him.

“Hope all that blood and ego doesn’t rush to your head, hanging upside down like that.” You tease.

“Can’t help how cool I truly am.” He replies, lowering himself so that he’s now at your level, still upside down. “You seem t’ think so too. Wha’s that on ‘ur finger, hm?”

“Geez, this gonna be a regular thing?” You fake a groan, hands finding placement on Hobie’s cheeks.

“‘s like y’know me so well..”

You stare at your fiancé for a while, just admiring him. The way he seemingly gave no care to anyone who judged him. He lived so freely, teaching you how to follow after him. Hobie Brown was so magnificent.. and here he was, at your every whim.

Before you knew it, your fingers began taking off the lower bit of his mask. Rolling it up, to reveal his beautiful lips, lip piercing shining in contrast to his beautiful skin.

“Wha’s this for?” He questions, hands holding tightly onto your now dropped ones.

You smile. “Such a.. silly reason, I’m afraid.” You mutter, leaning into his body. “I just wanted to kiss you..”

Then you lean in, kissing Hobie gently. His lips immediately match yours, taking in the warmth you provide. The kiss is so loving.. so incredibly beautiful. It is your first engaged after all.

Even when you pull away, a smirk plays at his lips. He brings his hands up to cup your face, pulling you in for another long kiss. He just can’t ever get enough of you.

Hobie never did believe in canon events. Of course he’s experienced so many with you now. But he can’t help but still keep his belief away from the idea. Because that could lead to your demise.

And Hobie will be damned if you die on him.

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The sixth canon event Hobie Brown experienced was losing the best thing to ever happen to him.

It was a protest gone wrong. You both agreed to march the front lines, to protest for a better living wage for the lower class. Something the two of you have been fighting for for months on end.

Government never liked protests.

Of course, they sent their force to shut it down. To “stop any future damage”. But that was only a front. The pigs sent down actually stormed the crowd of protesters, putting their hands on anyone they could find.

Hobie quickly took on his Spider-punk role, defeating anyone he can before it happened. He saved a ton of lives, swiping them away from the police before webbing the bad guys to buildings. Things were going good for him. Until the explosion.

He just landed on a building to try and observe who still needed help. His eyes caught you shoving down a cop onto the ground, and his smile under the mask grew. You glanced up at him, giving your own smile, and a wave.

Hobie was about to swoop down to come grab you, but the cop got up, through his explosive to the ground. It rolled right next to your feet.

“Shit! [Name], watch-!”

But his words were too late. The explosion sent you flying into the side of a building, back thrown against it harshly. Almost everyone began scrambling after that, running from the scene. But not Spider-punk. He immediately made it to you, picking up your weak body.

His breathing picked up. “No.. no, ‘s not like this. Jus’, hang on.” He whispered over and over, swinging to a nearby rooftop.

You groan, already feeling the crimson liquid leak from your head and stomach. Everything was blurry, like a daze. Yet Hobie’s face was clear and recognizable. Even under his mask, he showed such obvious signs of worries, even regret.

Eventually, he drops his own body to the ground, yanking his mask off. His hands immediately hold your again.

“Damn.. just like.. that, hm?” You managed, body already showing the signs of shutting down. “Hurts, y’know?”

“Don’’ you dare give up on me.” Hobie muttered, ripping off the sleeve to his suit. “‘s all gonna be fine.”

You laugh weakly, head thrown back. “Dunno if I’ve got a choice, Hobes..”

With careful fingers, Hobie ties his sleeve around the wound. He didn’t want to hurt you more, but the bleeding had to stop before getting any worse. A small part of him knew it was hopeless. Futile, even. He was almost back in the beginning. When he was barely starting out in his duties, and he failed to save his good friend. Now he failed to save you. Here you were, dying in his arms.

Hobie took a deep breath. “Ya can’t.. swee’heart, c’mon..”

“Don’t be sad, Hobes..” You whisper, hand finding his cheek. “I wanna see you smile..”

Of course you would request that, only you. He gives such a weak laugh, one that brings the best smile he can manage. But it quickly turns back to sadness.

Then, a smile graces your face. “God.. I love that smile..” You whisper, coughing weakly. Blood seeps through the cloth on your stomach. You were losing it.

“‘m gonna miss ya, swee’heart.. s’much..” Hobie says, tears falling from his eyes.

“I know, Hobes.”

Hobie doesn’t remember the last time he let himself cry like this. Maybe when he was a kid? When his best friend died? Who knows. But now, now his tears wouldn’t stop flowing, nose sniffing over and over again.

Why can’t you just stay?

“I have’ta go..” You say sadly, almost as if reading his thoughts. “Don’t you dare.. stop bein’ a hero, ya hear? I’ll rise just to smack you..” Were your next words, almost as if reprimanding him.

Once again, Hobie laughed his quiet laugh. “Well now I neve’ can.. Jus’ f’you..” He says in a whisper.

You feel your breathing start to fall short, coughing and hacking. Hobie holds you tighter, whispers of “I love you” and “I’ll miss you” exchanged over and over.

“I love you.. Hobie Brown..” Were your last words. “My Spider-punk..”

And then.. you were gone. Just like that.

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“Hobie? Hobie!”

Gwen had to call out to him a mere three times before he came back to. His eyes shut and opened as he remembers where he was. Right, Spider-society. Gwen and him were walking and chatting.

“Righ’, sorry Gwendy.”

Gwen waves it off. “Don’t even worry. Anyways, I heard about a couple new recruits.”

Hobie listened to his younger friend talk and talk, but his mind was elsewhere. Today was a particularly.. memorable day. He just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. Normally Hobie wouldn’t complain.. but he misses you.

His thoughts circle him too much, and next thing he knows, he bumped into another Spider-totem.

“Crap, my bad. Didn’t see you there!”

…what?

Hobie knows that voice. Of course he does. He glances down at the stranger, finally seeing the face he missed so much. The face his nights yearned to see again. The face he missed screaming and supporting him at his concerts. The face of you.

“…uhm, are you okay? Oh my god I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?”

Gwen glanced back from her spot, noticing the scene occurring. Her eyes widen. Oh no..

She immediately walks to the two of you, chuckling awkwardly. “Hey! So sorry, he’s in a little daze today! C’mon Hobie!”

You glance up at the guy again, finally getting a good look at him. But he’s just staring. His eyes are seemingly.. longing. They’re lonely, that much you can tell. He has a demeanor about him.. one that reminds you of someone. Even his face looks familiar.. wait!

“What a coincidence!” You suddenly say. “My boyfriend’s name is Hobie! From my dimension at least.”

Hobie finally snapped from his trance, your words reaching his ears. “How.. coinciden’al..” He whispers.

“Well.. it was nice to meet you, Hobie.” You smile, offering out a hand for him to shake. “Hope t’ see ya around!”

He shakes your hand and.. oh does the contact feel so good. But he doesn’t linger. Hobie simply watches you walk off, that same cheerful demeanor reflecting in your every step.

Of course it felt like you got away again. And he had almost no doubt that the Hobie you love so dear will meet a demise. But he’ll stick with you. Stick with being your friend and being there when you need him.

Because Hobie would walk through this pain a thousand times if it meant you were in his life again.

#NEW ARTICLE || OUT NOW !!#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv hobie

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5ugarand5pice · 1 year

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Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

(can we pretend it says silverstone instead of melbourne thank you)

Part 1: Dear Reader | Part 2: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve | Part 3: coming soon

pairing: driver! reader x f1 grid

inspired by: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve by Taylor Swift (ik the song is unrelated but if anyone wants to cry over the possible Taylor and Joe split, my dms are open)

a/n: a couple months late but you asked and now you shall receive! thank you so much for all the love for Dear Reader, it means the world to me 🥹🤍 super sorry for going ghost (went thru a breakup, cried over a 🤢boy🤢 and tried to get my shit together) but i’m all good now and better than ever! definitely in my reputation era which means y/n will be too... soon. anyways, hope you like this and sending everyone hugs esp after the shitshow that was the aus gp (justice for carlos!!)

warning/s: a bit sad??? longer than i expected it would be but yes

If you would've blinked then I would've Looked away at the first glance If you tasted poison, you could've Spit me out at the first chance And if I was some paint, did it splatter On a promising grown man? And if I was a child, did it matter If you got to wash your hands?

The rest of your time in Monaco was spent coordinating with your team on possible moves forward in F1. Come Tuesday morning, you and Abi were on the way to your home country, a half-assed plan and bundle of nerves in your hands.

“It’ll be alright. You’ve got a kickass mom who’ll drag Christian’s ass to court and back if she has to and you also have me. You know I got your back— even if it means breaking a law or two.” Abi says, squeezing your hand twice as you make your way to your family home.

“For legal reasons, that was a joke.” you chuckle.

“Please, I’ll even help you bury the body.” your mom replies, giving you a small wink from the driver's seat.

You shake your head as you smile, the familiarity of the scenery as well as the playful conversations with your mom and Abi bring you a sense of comfort you had missed. It’s good to be home.

When your mom had pulled up to the driveway, your grandparents were already waiting by the door, a small banner written “welcome back home girls!” in your Nana’s penmanship.

“I missed you guys so much.” you almost cry out as you reach in for a hug.

“Our little racer isn’t so little anymore.” Nana coos.

“We watched your race in Austria, sweetheart. Almost forgot how much of a softie you actually are when I saw you drive.” Papa teases.

“Don’t tell outsiders that she’s a softie, we have a reputation to uphold over here.” Abi pipes, tone going high as she struggles with her bag.

“As if everyone doesn’t know that she’s a softie.” Nana says as she rolls her eyes affectionately.

You all chuckle as you finally make your way inside, Nana noting that she would have supper set up at 6pm.

The rest of the afternoon was spent settling in your respective rooms. Wandering around as you take in your surroundings, a picture frame on your dresser catches your attention.

The 2017 British Grand Prix.

Oh, God. If only you knew.

Oh, oh All I used to do was pray Would've, could've, should've If you'd never looked my way

You placed third at the Formula 2 British Grand Prix. Ahead of you was Charles Leclerc and your teammate, Norman Nato, respectively.

“You know, if he weren’t so cute, I would definitely be screaming at him for overtaking you like that.” Abi mutters as she hands you a towel.

“Please, we both know you’d probably use that as an excuse to make a move.” you playfully scoff as you wipe your face.

“I would,” she shrugs, “but I’m rooting for your enemies to lovers love story”.

“Oh, Abi.” you sigh, “Where did you get that idea?”

“Please, you’ve seen the way he looks when you pass by.” she giggles as she mocks what you assume were lovestruck eyes.

“Quit it. He doesn’t like me like that. He just” you pause, “has that charm.”

“Sure,” she grins, “but when you guys end up together, I’ll be mentioning this moment in my Maid of Honor speech.”

Before you can protest, Kenny Kirwan, your team manager, clears his throat behind you.

“Y/n, Abi, I’d like to introduce you to Christian Horner, the team principal of Red Bull Racing.” he tilts his head to his right.

“Christian, This is Y/n, this is our driver I’ve been telling you about. We’re lucky to have her in our team.” he continues, his smile faltering as you remain stoic.

“Hi. I’m Abi. Her social media manager and best friend.” Abi speaks up, breaking the awkward silence. She extends her hand, eyes darting between the two of you.

“Nice to meet you.” he grins, shaking her hand. “Congrats on second, by the way. I’m so proud of you.” he looks at you, engulfing you in what you suspect was one of those weird man clap hugs.

“Oh! Uh, thank you.” you smile, immediately pulling away. “I didn’t think you would watch my races.”

“I try to. You’ve been progressing well.” he comments.

“Planning to win the championship, so, you know, gotta get those points.” you reply, shifting your weight between your legs.

“You can do it. You are your father’s daughter after all.” he smirks.

“Uhuh.” you wince.

Kenny does his best to ease the tension, raving about how he discovered your talent and how much potential you have to further in Formula 1.

“Well, it’s been lovely catching up with you but we really have to go. We promised Lorelei we’d be home before late to celebrate.” Abi interrupts.

“Oh! Of course.” he smiles awkwardly. “Um, before you go, maybe you’d want to go to the race tomorrow? I’d love to have you as my guest.”

“Sure. I’d like that. Abi’s my plus one.” you reply. “If that’s okay.” you quickly add, to which he smiles.

“Of course. Well, I’ll go ahead. Gotta get ready for FP3 and quali. You still have the same number?” Christian asks.

All you do is nod as he walks away, a dumbfounded Kenny following suit.

“Wait ‘til your mom hears about this.” Abi breaks you out of your trance, yanking your arm to lead you to your room.

I would've stayed on my knees And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil At nineteen And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts Memories feel like weapons And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

As it turns out, Formula 1 had a completely different vibe from Formula 2; the screams were louder, the air was hotter and everyone seemed more tense. However, no one was as tense as you.

“I don’t know Abi.” you sigh, your hands gripping the wheel. “What if it’s worse than yesterday?” you turn to look at her.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” she asks, eyes trained on the mirror as she applies yet another layer of lip gloss.

“His wife can hate me. I get run over. I run over someone. I make a fool out of myself in the paddock. I unintentionally ruin my chances of ever becoming a Formula 1 driver which will then stop me from achieving my dream of becoming a Formula 1 World Champion.” your grip tightening as you ramble on.

Abi glances at your hands, sensing that you were about to slip into one of your spirals. She immediately grabs a hold of those and squeezes twice. Breathe In.

“She’ll love you. You won’t be on the track. You won’t be driving. You can always apologize and flash your adorable smile. I won’t let you ruin your chances. You will become a formula 1 driver. You will become world champion. It’s going to be fun, trust me” her hands squeezing yours twice again. Breathe Out.

“Fuck it. Okay. Let’s do this.” you mutter, quickly closing your windows and stepping out of your car.

The two of you pass through the gates, feeling a bit out of place and out of your element as a guest. Christian gave the two of you a tour of the Red Bull hospitality, introducing you to the crew while at it. Although they all seemed nice, your stomach churned every time surprise would flash their face when Christian introduced you as his daughter.

When time was nearing the race, he excused himself to look for his drivers. Abi left as well, muttering something about finding the ladies’ room. That left you standing alone in a corner of the garage, too shy to add on to the hustle and bustle of the race day.

“You look lonely, want some company?” you hear a voice to your right.

“Oh! Um, sure. If you want.” you reply, flustered.

“Okay.” he heartily laughs, “So, are you here for a sponsor or something?” he asks.

“A personal guest? I think.” you chuckle, “It’s complicated.”

“Well, complicated, nice to meet you. I’m Daniel.” he grins, offering you his hand to shake.

“I actually know who you are.” you smile back as you shake his hand, “Not that I stalk you or anything! I’ve watched a few of your races.”

“I’m a driver too. Well, currently in Formula 2.” you continue, embarrassment tinging your cheeks, “Y/n y/l/n”.

“Oh no, more young drivers!” he dramatically gasps, “Another reminder that I’m aging.”

“You don’t look a day over 70!” you joke, face immediately paling when you realize what you just said. “Oh God! I’m so-”, your apology cut off by Daniel's laughter.

“Oh, I like you. You’re funny.” he breathily sighs. “We can be friends now.”

“So sense of humor is part of your friendship checklist?” you tease, mentally thanking whichever angel God sent you. “Sadly you didn’t tick that box on mine.”

“Okay,” he pouts his lips. “Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?” you roll your eyes.

“Chickens.”

“Chickens who?”

“Enkkk.” he voices out, mimicking a buzzer. “Owls hoot, chickens cluck.”

You purse your lips. “A for effort. We should be friends so we can work on your sense of humor, grandpa.”

Daniel scoffs and places his hands on his chest, feigning hurt.

“Daniel!” someone hollers. “Mate, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Damn it.” Daniel chuckles. “I really thought I was gonna win at hide and seek this week.”

“Christian says we have to go over some notes before the race” he goes on, clueless to your presence.

“Well, it seems I have to bid you adieu.” Daniel turns to you, bowing to add to your amusement. “Till next time, mademoiselle.”

Daniel leaves, heading to what you guess is their meeting room. The stranger follows him, sending you a sheepish smile, presumably his form of apology for interrupting your conversation. You wave him off with a smile, shouting a quick “Good luck!” as they pass.

If you never touched me, I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed, then they could've Never whispered about this And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was But, Lord, you made me feel important And then you tried to erase us

Despite both of the Red Bulls not being able to set foot on the podium, the garage still celebrated points; P4 for Daniel and P5 for his teammate, Max. Daniel, being Mister Congeniality, insisted (quite ruthlessly) that you come to the afterparty. This is how you and Abi ended up back in your room, flipping out over outfit options.

“I think we need to find you the perfect ensemble that screams I’m classy but I can be a slut if I want to.” Abi shouts from inside your closet, another batch of dresses being thrown towards the growing pile on the floor.

“I can’t look like a slut, Abi. My father might be there.” You mutter, setting up your makeup at the vanity.

As much as it bothered you, you knew better than to try to clean while Abi rummaged through your clothes. She once gave you an earful, going on about how messy people are creative geniuses. Thus, the artist shall not be disturbed.

“We’re trying to attract a driver and a driver’s seat, not your father. ” she gags, head peeking out of the closet. “Have you seen the way that Max guy looked at you?”.

“No, because I’m not looking at him.” you turn away. “Besides, I thought you were rooting for a certain Monegasque.”

“I am, but it's rude to disregard other contenders.” she shrugs, passing you a little black dress. “I think this is it. Max will definitely keep his eyes on you tonight.”

Just as always, Abi was right. When you had finally arrived at the pub, Max immediately spotted you, nudging Daniel towards your direction.

“Glad you can make it, mademoiselle.” Daniel greets you, reenacting his bow from earlier that day.

“Good evening, Sire.” you curtsy in response.

“May I escort thee to thy party chambers?” he continues his act, mimicking a posh accent you’ve mostly heard in period dramas.

“I’d be most delighted, o good Sir.” you nod, locking arms with him and Abi with the other. “I’d like to introduce my companion. Sir Daniel, meet Lady Abigail.”

“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Lady Abigail.” he waves with his free hand.

“You guys are crazy.” Abi snorts. “But likewise, Sir Daniel.”

He leads the two of you to a booth, excusing himself to get the two of you a drink. Max was still seated at the same spot, nursing a half empty bottle of beer.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your conversation with Daniel before the race and for not introducing myself then.” he sheepishly smiles at you. “I’m Max.”

“Y/n, and no worries about that. It was a busy time.” you smile back. “This is my friend by the way, Abi.”

“Congrats on P5.” she nods at him, eyes immediately darting back to the crowd.

Before Max could get another word in, Daniel returns with drinks in his hands.

“Three margaritas for the lovely ladies and myself.” he gives a cheeky smile while passing out the drinks. “Another beer for Max.”

The four of you spent the night getting to know each other better. Halfway through your drinks, Daniel excuses himself to mingle with other guests. Abi excuses herself as well, saying she needs to get water but you later catch her wink at you while a guy talks her up at the bar. That bitch (affectionately).

“So, you come to races often?” Max asks, shifting your attention back to him.

“Mostly busy with my own but I watch you guys from time to time.” you smile.

“You race too?” he chokes on his drink.

“Currently in Formula 2, yes.” Handing him a tissue, you chuckle. “I kinda take offense at your shock.”

“Sorry, it’s just that-” he starts off, wiping off his lips. “I think it’s best if you don’t finish that sentence.” you giggle. “So, Max, how long have you been racing?”

“Well, pretty much ever since my dad thought I was old enough to start.” he mutters.

“So, since you were in the womb?” you joke.

“Pretty much.” he laughs. “You?”

“Similar. Got into it because of my dad as well but continued for myself.” you look down and fidget with your rings.

“Anyways,” he clears his throat. “What’s your favorite team?”

“Ferrari.” you grin. “Big Vettel fan here.”

“You were hanging out in the wrong garage then.” he muses. “Any way I can switch you over to my side?”

“I can be convinced,” you tease. “if given enough incentive.”

“How about I convince you over dinner?” he asks.

“Bold ask.” you giggle. “I’d have to think about that.”

Oh, oh You're a crisis of my faith Would've, could've, should've If I'd only played it safe

At that time, it seemed like the world was working in your favor. You had three consecutive podiums in Hungaroring, Spa and Monza. To add to the excitement, all of those races coincided with that of the F1 calendar, giving you more chances to hang out in the Red Bull garages.

The highlight, though, would be Monza. After winning first place, Christian invited you to breakfast to celebrate and “make up for lost time”. Abi, being the perfect balance of tough love and unending support, decided it’d be best for you to go alone, much to your dismay. You paced back and forth in the hallway, making a mental list of things to not bring up. Your thoughts come to a halt when you hear the click of the door, revealing Geri on her way out.

“Y/n! Christian’s inside. You can just head in.” she smiles, hand holding the doorknob.

“Oh, okay.” you breathe out. “Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“It’s alright.” she chuckles. “He’s nervous too if that’s any consolation.”

“A little.” you giggle. “Um, I hope it’s not an intrusion. Me being here, I mean.”

“That’s nonsense!” she exclaims. “I just thought it’d be better for the two of you to talk things out alone. But, if you’re open to it, I’d love to get to know you better as well.”

“I’d like that.” you exhale. “Well, I think I should head in.”

“Of course.” she laughs, moving towards the lift. Turning around she says, “He’s trying, you know.”

Not knowing what to say, you offer a smile and head inside their room.

“Honey, do you think she’d want more food? Or is this enough?” you hear him shout.

Heading towards the dining area, you chuckle. “She left already. But, if you’re planning to feed the entire grid, maybe we can order more food.”

“Y/n.” he grins. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“You too.” you mutter, taking a seat opposite him.

“So,” he clears his throat. “I saw you win yesterday, congratulations!”

“Thanks.” you beam. “I heard you guys got P2 and P3 for quali. Must be looking forward to this race huh?”

“Quite.” he hands you a plate of waffles. “You still like this, right?”

“You remembered.” you gasp. “Even the strawberries and bananas.”

“I checked with your mom to make sure I got it right.” his cheeks tinges with embarrassment. “Gotta feed next year’s potential F1 driver well.”

“What?” your jaw drops. “Formula 1?”

“I introduced you to Franz Tost for a reason. He told me he’d love to have you in Toro Rosso next year.” he muses. “Maybe after that, you’d be racing for Red Bull.”

“HOLY SHIT!” you scream. “Is this for real?”

“Yes. It is.” he chuckles.

“Wait, who’s leaving?” you pause.

“Well, you’ll be taking Daniil’s seat. Carlos is moving to Renault for the last few races which leaves you, hopefully, and Pierre to complete the team next year.”

“Will they still be racing next year?” you ask.

“Carlos will be with Renault and I’m still unsure about Kvyat.” he says. “So, thoughts?”

“I’d have to discuss it with my team but personally, it’d be an honor.”

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

You get up from your bed, hands still clutching the picture frame. Based on the dark view outside your window, you assume you overslept, completely missing supper. You tuck the frame in a random drawer. Out of sight, out of mind.

You make your way to the kitchen, moving quietly to not wake anyone else up. You almost scream when you see your grandpa sitting on a barstool, a faint light casting a shadow.

“Why are you up so late?” you clutch your chest, trying to calm your heart.

“Just thinking, you know.” he mutters. “Worrying about you.”

“Oh Pa, I’m alright.” you hug him, taking a seat at his side. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, kiddo.” he breathes out. “I heard you crying earlier. I know you’re not fine.”

You sit there in silence. Although you were raised so open to emotions, you still had trouble expressing your own, worried about worrying others.

“When you had your first accident during your karting days, I freaked out. I almost had your mom pull you out, thinking that the sport was too much for you.” he starts. “Then, on our way to the car, you walked up to me and Nan and said, ‘look Pa! I have battle marks! I can go against the tough ones now!’. You had tears in your eyes and a bruise on your leg and arm, but you looked so happy.”

He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the back. “I knew then I didn’t have to protect you, not because you didn’t need it. God knows I tried my best to do that. But, you didn’t want it. You were so good on your own.”

“Not to be a sexist asshole but there were times when I wished you chose a more common hobby. Ballet, piano, anything that didn’t have a high risk of me losing you.” he breathes out. “It wasn’t just the physical aspect too. I just- I see complete strangers say just cruel things about you and how you started losing bits of yourself.”

“You’ve grown, but I used to be able to still see that little racer in her braids and a goofy smile with a missing tooth. Now, it’s like you turned into this machine. I get that it’s a tough sport but I worry you will lose your heart and spirit.”

“I- ” you sniffle, “I love racing. I know that.”

“I can see myself doing this for the rest of my life but right now I feel so lost.” you continue. “I never would’ve imagined being this close to achieving my dreams and now it’s gone.”

“And it’s silly. Like, I know I have mom. I have you and Nan. Abi too.” you breathe in. “But he should’ve been part of my life as well. He’s not just mom’s friend from college who knocked her up. He’s my father.”

Although your tears start to flow, you continue. “As much as his absence hurt, I still tried. I gave up my childhood and other dreams I had to be here.”

“The worst part of it all was me thinking I finally got what I wanted. That I finally had a dad.” you exhale. “Then he sold my femininity to the world then threw me away.”

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign I regret you all the time Oh, God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

Heading to the track felt like hell, dread filled your stomach and your hands were clammy with sweat. For your sake, Abi had ensured you wouldn’t get any press time and to your surprise, the teams agreed. Thinking about it now, you assume it was to save their dwindling reputation. Although your social battery was at an all time low, you still stopped to interact with your fans on your way to and from the paddock. As genuine as your gratitude was, your smile and thank you’s were visibly forced.

Everyone knew what this race weekend meant to you. You’ve been looking forward to racing in Silverstone, making it your goal of the season to go on the podium at your home race in your dream team. However, that seems like something only possible in an alternate reality. Despite Max’s pleas of you staying in Red Bull, you refused. You didn’t even bother telling him about your shift back to Toro Rosso or that you had moved out of his place. He’ll find out one way or another.

Thankfully, your schedule and distance from their garage minimized your interactions with certain members of the Red Bull team. Nevertheless, keeping true to your promise, you invited Daniel and a couple other drivers to meals in between practices, doing your best to front a “I’m doing better than you think” facade. You even reached out to Alex Albon, making it clear that there is no bad blood between you and that his replacement isn’t something you took personally.

Come Sunday morning, you have grown accustomed to your new (or old) team. Staring at the mirror gave you a sense of deja vu; the bold text of “Red Bull” across your suit mocked you. Wiping off a few stray tears, you can’t help but think about yourself from a year ago and what she would’ve thought about your situation. Would she laugh at the irony or would she cry with you?

You turn around when you hear a faint knock. Abi peeks in, a small smile gracing her face. “It’s almost race time. Are you ready?”

“Fuck no.”

a/n: as always, would love to hear your thoughts so feedback is more than welcome (but please be kind) !!! to all that shared their love for Dear Reader, you have my heart and i hope this part did not disappoint 🫂 took a while to get here (seriously wrote a long ass piece then completely changed everything but ohwell) and i think i’m happy with the direction so far?? also, please let me know if you want to be part of the taglist or if it’s not working (still unsure abt how this works but i shall figure it out!)

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goldiipond · 1 year

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ray tpn is autistic and i'm gonna tell you why now

ray is one of the most heavily autistic-coded characters i can think of, and i've been wanting to write up a post going over as many of his autistic mannerisms as i can because there is a lot. this will probably be long because i am also autistic and i am especially autistic about ray, so please enjoy while i psychoanalyze this anime boy with way more scrutiny than anyone would consider healthy <3

body language

perhaps one of the strongest arguments for ray's autism can be made by looking at his body language. ray tries to keep a stoic, neutral expression and voice the majority of the time (though he's often quite. bad at that too) but he is always extremely expressive through his movements and gestures, the most noticeable of which being the use of his hands. pretty much every character uses hand gestures, but ray is ridiculously excessive. it'd take frankly way too long to compile every instance of this (or even half) throughout the manga, so here's a small collection of gestures from s1 of the anime to give an idea:

note that this is not even close to all of them and that he's exactly like this in the manga as well, though the animation and its use of snappy, exaggerated movements does help to make these much more noticeable.

moving away from his hands there's also just a lot of really expressive full-body language as well, such as this friendly chokehold:

this dramatic shrug:

and this even more dramatic flop:

just to name a few. basically, ray has a thing for grand unnecessary movements and no one is surprised.

poor emotional regulation and masking

as i mentioned before, ray tries really really hard to bottle up his emotions and keep a sort of stoic persona during his time at gracefield. he's also really really bad at doing this. not terrible, as he was able to keep up a believable enough front that none of the other kids saw anything odd about his behavior for 6 years, but that's also because he deals with so much more stress once the events of the escape arc actually get going. there is a stark difference between his quiet and detached demeanor while emma and norman are still in the dark about the house, and him nearly having a meltdown every time something strays from his meticulously crafted plans while they actually begin making their preparations to escape over the course of the arc.

just a few examples of this include him nearly having a breakdown when emma insists on taking everyone:

or one of my favorite anime exclusive moments where he strains his voice while yelling at isabella to the point he breaks into a coughing fit:

and it's not just big flashy meltdowns, but little bursts of anger as well. shoutout to this moment in particular where he launches this bucket with enough force to tear up a bit of the damn ground:

this emotional instability can be seen after the escape as well, the most glaring example being how he interacts with yuugo:

their dynamic in general really does a good job of showing ray’s mental state after the escape, because pre-goldy pond yuugo is An Asshole. and ray is so, so easy to piss off and quite frankly tired from bottling up his emotions for so long that every interaction with said asshole is a massive struggle to keep himself from physically attacking him.

as for the topic of masking, that’s what ray’s attempts to hide his emotions feel like to me. ray is constantly in danger of losing isabella’s trust, whether that be by revealing he may be a little more attached to the other kids than he lets on or by showing too much emotion that the other kids start to wonder what the hell’s going on. ray has to constantly hide and cover up his emotions with more palatable ones for others out of fear of looking out of place or being seriously hurt, and well if that doesn’t just describe autistic masking to a tee i don’t know what does.

maybe one of the things that gets me the most about that is that he's essentially been masking for about half of his life, and doing that for any extended period of time is extremely draining. ray has been drained to the point that he will have full meltdowns when put under any sort of stress and when you take into account the fact that he already has pretty severe anger issues as a result of his trauma, it's really no wonder he has such a short fuse.

lack of a filter when speaking

ray is a very blunt person. he speaks matter-of-factly and he wastes no time in getting straight to his point, sometimes with only a single sentence:

the way he talks is also pretty significant, as he generally has a more monotone way of speaking. he really only yells when he gets really worked up which like i said, happens a lot, but there’s almost no inbetween for him. pre-escape, he tries to show as little emotion in his voice as possible outside of his outbursts.

as for post-escape ray, he does seem to show much more emotion in the way he speaks. its a bit harder to judge, as nothing past the escape arc was ever adapted into the anime (s2 isnt real it cant hurt you) but his facial expressions become much more varied and it’s easy to say his vocal inflections likely do as well. however, what we can say for sure is that he remains just as blunt as ever:

no matter how comfortable he becomes with expressing himself, this aspect of his speech never seems to change.

while we’re on the topic of his speaking mannerisms please also direct your attention to these panels:

these need no explanation.

sensory issues. so many sensory issues

briefly moving back to the subject of ray’s hands, i couldn’t help but notice during my countless s1 rewatches that they are almost never just resting at his sides. if he's not using his hands for unnecessary gestures they are either shoved into his pockets, or he's crossing his arms. it's very likely his arms default to these positions because they offer a sort of sense of security, the former keeping his hands covered and the latter keeping him more closed off, almost like he's constantly hugging himself. basically, ray is a 'likes to feel covered and secure' autistic and if he was buried in weighted blankets he'd probably love it.

also tying into the ‘likes to feel covered’ aspect of ray’s autism is this scarf he acquires sometime during the volume 12 timeskip:

it’s a well known autistic thing to get attached to articles of clothing and wear them as much as possible, and boy does ray get attached to this scarf. i can count 2 post-timeskip scenes off the top of my head that have him not wearing this scarf, and the image on the right takes place a full 2 years after the left one in canon. he has no explicitly stated emotional attachment to this scarf and we don’t even know how he got it, just that he almost never takes it off. it could easily be seen as a comfort item, maybe he just likes the way the fabric feels or the extra coverage it offers him. there is post-canon content that depicts him without it, but the fact that he wore it almost nonstop for at least 2 years straight is still pretty significant.

another sensory thing i feel is worth mentioning is that ray seems to have a very specific tolerance threshold for physical contact. he seems fine initiating touch himself, and touches from emma and norman are generally alright, likely because they are the only people he has openly allowed himself to be close with his entire life. sudden touches from others however, are a different story. the one that immediately comes to mind is this interaction with don:

don in particular is someone ray becomes pretty close to, and i would say that besides the obvious growth with emma and norman, don is likely the person we see the most development with with in terms of their relationship. him having this reaction to a hug from someone he’s so close to seems indicative of some issues with unexpected contact.

and finally one of my absolute favorite things the anime added, which is ray experiencing what looks a lot like sensory overload:

this takes place right after the argument with isabella, which ended with him being knocked to the floor and locked up in a room by himself, so its needless to say that he’s pretty shaken up. he gets so overwhelmed that all he can do is yell and desperately reach for any sort of stimulation to keep him grounded, curling in on himself and aggressively ruffling up his hair. i genuinely cannot think of an allistic explanation for this scene.

and basically, he is just so autistic

all in all, theres some pretty damn solid evidence for ray being autistic and whether it was intentional or not, the sheer amount of autism-coding present in ray’s writing is almost impossible to ignore. i love some good projection but i don’t even need to do that much, hes just doing this all on his own. in conclusion:

#skye's ramblings #WELL. IT TOOK ABT AN ENTIRE DAY BUT HERE IT IS. READ MY ESSAY BOY #thank god for tublrs extended image limit am i right. had to switch to my laptop a third of the way through so it would let me add more <3 #and small shoutout to @fullscoreshenanigans for telling me how to make the gifs HGFGKJD #anywyay i had fun w this ray is so dear to me didyou know i love ray. ray #i am going to do something wild (putting a non-art post in the main tags) so hi tpn fandom i talk a lot. here's autism #the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn ray

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anonymous-dentist · 8 months

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Do you have any fics for qsmp you enjoy reading? Like your personal favs? Or ones you think have potential?

YES OKAY!

1. Along Came a Spider

If you aren't reading this one, you're wrong because it's super good? Basically, Roier gets bit by a radioactive spider, Quackity is I think Norman Osborn, and Cellbit is a Very Normal Person who definitely isn't a literal cat burglar. It's super well written, all the characters are fun, there's a lot of intrigue going on, and the fandom needs more superhero aus, and what better character to use than the literal Spider-Man?

2. Divided Soul

I think everyone's been keeping up with this one, but I still recommend it!! It's some cool high fantasy shit starring Vegetta as a prince being haunted by his ex boyfriend (/pos) and Foolish as the Literal Most Traumatized Man On Earth. If you like angst and hurt/comfort, this is the one for you.

3. eternally, forever.

Another Fooligetta fic, this one's another popular one, but for good reason! It's heartbreaking in the amount of love you can feel coming off of Foolish the entire time, and then? Yeah. Read it, it's definitely worth it.

4. The Reason (English version linked here, but definitely check out the Portuguese or Spanish ones if that language works better for you!!

Where do I even begin. F!Cell never escaped from prison, and he is making it everybody's problem, including the new guy on the (cell) block, Roier, who is definitely supposed to be there. Definitely. This one's darker so only check it out if you're into like. Dark shit. But also it's super good, so yeah!!

5. partners (in crime)

This one is an Ordem Paranormal au and it's only one chapter rn but I think there will be more? Unsure! But, as it is, it's cute! I don't know a ton about OP, but Cellbit gets teased, and everyone is cute, and I hope there's more because I'm already invested. It is in Portuguese, but translating it is so worth it.

6. Red Gunpowder

This one's a newer one, only one chapter so far, but I'm super into it already I think? Basically, Cellbit is a Traumatized Cop and Roier is... not in the fic yet, but he sounds fun just from the description. The first chapter was pretty cool, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

7. Icarus is Flying Too Close to the Sun & This is How It Feels to Take a Fall (series linked)

Two fics in one bullet point because they're both just that good! All three of Bobby's parents try and get Bobby back, and it's super heartfelt and I felt Emotions and it's sweet :( Definitely read it!

8. your palms; a home for my soul

This one is so SWEET!! Basically, Roier's heart is broken, and he goes to a heart fixer to... fix it. (It's magic, don't question it.) It's a twoshot, but it's sooooo cute, the metaphor is INSANE and I went AAAA

9. Breaking Dawn

So this one's pretty popular as well, but it's for good reason! Basically, Cellbit is a wannabe paranormal investigator and Roier is a werewolf. I think it was supposed to just be a romcom from the author's description, but there's so much more? There's this whole sideplot with Felps being kidnapped and Roier being real shady about everything and Cellbit being the densest man on the planet, and it's super worth a read if you've got a couple hours to spare!

10. The Red Means I Love You!!

Okay so you know me by now, you know I love fucked up little guys finding love, and this one sure does have a fucked up little guy! Basically, q!Cellbit accidentally summons c!Roier to possess his husband when he was trying to summon Romero Richas to interrogate it, and things sure do happen. The characterization is killer, and so is c!Roier, who is so desperate for love that he'd kill for it. (Unfortunately for him, he's kinda met his match in the form of someone who'd kill to get his love back.)

11. Bad Romance

This is the direct sequel to the last fic, and normally I'm not too into that? But this one's worth it imo. Picking up after the end of the last fic, c!Roier breaks f!Cell out of prison and f!Cell definitely doesn't manipulate Roier into agreeing to help him murder Pac e Mike over them leaving him behind in prison. I'm not too into toxic relationships, but I have hope for these two tbh, who else could love them but each other?

And that's my fic rec list! It's just off the top of my head tbh, so sorry about that!

#asks!#anon!#:D

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mads-weasley · 7 months

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Epiphany Pt. 7: Paris

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Masterlist

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inspo: paris by taylor swift

A/N: here's another super short chapter! i initially had a huge plan for this chapter, but decided to break it up into two! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Summary: Everyone's enjoying being off the line at Mourmelon-le-Grande, especially Lew and (y/n) when they get some more than exciting news.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none!

MOURMELON-LE-GRANDE, FRANCE: DECEMBER 10th, 1944

“This guy is such an idiot, Lew,” (y/n) sighed, running a hand down her face as she paced around his office.

Nix leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up onto his desk with an amused grin. “Oh, I’m aware. What’s that nickname everyone calls him?”

“Uh…I don’t know any nickname,” she feigned innocence.

“(Y/n),” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. “ I know you came up with it.”

A smile slowly crept across her face, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Foxhole Norman.”

“It’s good. I’ll give you that,” he grinned, taking a sip of his flask.

(Y/n) shot him a disapproving look as she eyed the shiny tin. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.

“Don’t worry. This is my first flask today.”

Her glare softened to one of caution. “You better not be lying. Just cause you’re the intelligence officer doesn’t mean I can’t find things out, you know.”

Nix crossed his heart with his pointer finger. “Scout’s honor.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she retorted, rolling her eyes and glancing down at her watch. “I’ve gotta go meet George for some poker lessons! See ya later, Nix!”

She quickly grabbed her thin coat and scarf from the back of his small couch. She wrapped it around her neck, the familiar warmth comforting her as she made her way toward the door.

“Don’t cause too much trouble,” he called after her, grinning playfully.

The door closed behind her with a distant click, and Lewis let out a low, drawn-out groan of frustration, the sound echoing through the small office. He slouched further into the chair and allowed his head to fall back against the unyielding embrace of the hardened wood.

Once again, an opportunity slipped through his fingers and vanished before his eyes. It was frustrating, to say the least. Each time he watched (y/n) walk away, he found himself grappling with what he could or should have said.

In Lewis’ mind, the ideal moment to confess had to be as perfect as his first attempt. He had been waiting, anticipating another special moment to arise where his words would flow effortlessly and the atmosphere welcomed the confessions. However, fate seemed reluctant to grant that level of perfection, leaving him trapped in a cycle of enduring hope and persistent disappointment in the month following her return.

During that month, (y/n) chose to act as though the interrupted moment hadn’t occurred between them. This allowed her to sidestep facing her feelings and the what-ifs that might have unfolded if Dick hadn’t intervened. Unexpectedly, Lew found comfort in this choice, grateful that he wouldn’t accidentally complicate things even more before they had a chance to begin.

Rising from the worn leather chair, Lew found his feet steering him toward Dick’s office. It was one of the only places he could go and clear his mind, as well as evade the responsibilities that came with his position…other than being with (y/n), of course.

Sitting in Dick’s office with Harry in Mourmelon-de-Grand, Nix held up a small piece of paper. “Well, I guess now is as good a time as any.”

“What? What’s that, a piece of paper?” Dick retorted, exasperation in his voice. “I don’t wanna see another piece of paper.”

“General Taylor’s flown back to Washington. He’s left General McAuliffe in charge of the division. Colonel Sink is in Rheims to see Marlene Dietrich.”

Harry’s brows furrowed with intrigue. “Marlene Dietrich is in Rheims?”

“At the USO,” Nix replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Nodding in understanding, Welsh took a drag of his cigarette, wisps of smoke curling into the air. “Well, I’m out of here. I’m going to Rheims.”

“Strayer will be in London for at least another week for Lieutenant Colonel Dobie’s wedding. I personally will be staying here, trying to convince my favorite (y/h/c) to accompany me back to Aldbourne.”

Harry smirked, watching as Nix walked over to Dick’s desk. “What are you telling me?” Winters asked.

“You, my friend,” Lew started, grinning as he tossed the paper on Dick’s desk. “Are headed to Paris. That’s a 48-hour pass. It’s been decided that you need a little dose of civilization.”

“You gonna tell him?” Harry asked, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.

“Well, Nix,” Dick said, a genuine smile gracing his features. “It turns out that I am in possession of another 48-hour pass, and It’s already been decided that you are going to take (y/n) to Paris to make up for my untimely interruption last month.”

“The city of light,” Harry chimed in.

Lew was struck with disbelief and amusement, wearing a dumbfounded expression as he processed the unexpected turn of events. “There’s no way you too planned this behind my back. Maybe you should’ve been the intelligence officer, Harry.”

Welsh slapped the additional pass against Nix’s chest. “Bon voyage, my friend. Go tell (y/l/n) the good news.”

A wide grin broke across Lew’s face as he thanked them and turned to leave the room, the doors swinging open as he crossed the threshold. However, Dick’s voice halted his steps.

“Oh, and Nix,” Dick called, a touch of seriousness beneath his lively demeanor.”Don’t come back without telling her.”

“Yeah,” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We’re tired of you dancing around each other.”

With a determined nod, Nix acknowledged their words, fully aware that this Parisian getaway was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss. The promise of no war-time interruptions in the city of love made his head spin, and he found his mind leading him toward her without even trying.

Lewis strode through the bustling camp with a swing in his step that he didn’t have previously. He repeated the thoughts in his mind like a mantra–he was going to Paris, and he was going with (y/n). The romantic city of dreams and whispered secrets would be the place where he’d confess and hopefully start a new chapter of both their lives. Plans and ideas swirled in his head, each painting a vivid picture of the experiences they could share in the fabled city.

As he reached the mess hall, the comforting aroma of breakfast greeted him, but his attention was immediately captured by the lively scene within as his eyes scanned the room for her (y/h/c) hair.

Amidst the conversations and laughter that swirled around the mess hall, he spotted her. Her infectious laughter was a melody that pulled him closer. Stopping at the doorway, he stood for a moment, a fond smile quirking the corner of his lips as he quietly admired her. In the bleak hell that was war, she was a bright spot in everyone’s life, especially his.

(Y/n) looked up from her table, her gaze meeting his with a warmth he’d only felt while in direct sunlight. She offered him a cheerful wave and radiant smile, her eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. With a subtle nod of his head, Lewis signaled her to join him outside, a silent invitation between the duo.

“How can I be of service, Captain Nixon?” She asked teasingly, her mischievous side coming out as she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes in response, a familiar gesture that concealed a deeper affection. “Well Corporal,” he retorted, the title carrying a hint of playful formality. “I happen to be in possession of two 48-hour passes to Paris.”

Upon hearing the word “Paris,” (y/n)’s eyes lit up with excitement, her longstanding dream of exploring the city making her heart race.

“And to whom do these delightful passes belong?” She inquired, voice brimming with enthusiasm.

“Well, one of these passes is mine, and the other is intended for a certain (y/h/c) who’s kind of desperate to see the city,” Nix explained, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Before he could finish his sentence, (y/n) erupted in squeals, throwing her arms enthusiastically around his neck. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” She exclaimed, squeezing him tightly.

As Lewis’ arms gently enveloped her waist, a pleasant heat spread through him. He could feel a subtle blush rising to his cheeks as the intimacy of the touch danced on the line between friendship and something more.

“You’re welcome, (y/n/n),” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere.

Seconds ticked by, and neither made a move to pull away. It was a delicate moment, and (y/n) sensing this shift, subtly adjusted, a trace of self-awareness coloring her movements. She cleared her throat quietly and eased back, offering her signature smile.

“When do we leave?” She asked, peering up at him, her (y/e/c) eyes illuminated by the morning light.

Checking the time on his watch, Nix smirked down at her. “An hour,” he announced in a cheeky tone.

(Y/n) stared at him momentarily, her mouth slightly agape in amazement, before excitement lit up her eyes. In a sudden burst of energy, she shot up and dashed off.

“Where are you going?” Lew called, a hearty laugh escaping him at her enthusiastic sprint.

“To get packed!” She yelled back, her voice full of exuberance. “I’m going to Paris!”

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talesofsonicasura · 9 months

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MFN/Transformers: Reader

I noticed my post yesterday is blowing up up why not go further into the concept? Like I said before, THERE ARE NO SPOILERS. Anything I mention from the game is info established from the demo, trailers, steam page and synopsis.

Let's get started, shall we?

Reader is going to be gender neutral or preferred gender. They're very close to Optimus Prime but you won't be seeing any romance in the main story. If I do a pairing then it'll be in a side story. There will be lighthearted teasing for both Reader and Optimus but everything remains platonic.

You can't tell me none of Prime's fellow bots tease him about a possible interest. Especially when his sporadic visits begin to seem suspicious. As for Reader, blame Ricky. I don't think something like a possible crush or love is gonna escape his radar. Luckily the sock puppet has some tact to keep the more childlike puppets from hearing.

Now for the actual post itself:

Reader is like Mary Poppins. They have a mysterious magical connection with My Friendly Neighborhood. Any magic is imaginative and harmless to those around them. Optimus wants to explore the place? He just has to close his optics and let Reader hold his servo. When he opens them, the Autobot is now human sized.

It's much more stronger in the Neighborhood as they can subtly alter reality around them to suit their needs. The further Reader is from the place though, the weaker it will be. Weakest being only able to conjure letters for ammo. Imagination, childlike whimsy and positive emotions does help restore their magical power.

Like Mary Poppins, Reader is a kindhearted individual. Willing to help others with their problems or give them a hug if need be. Reader does have all the weapons from the game but only for protection outside the Neighborhood.

Getting clocked with metal alphabet letters at a high speed are more painful to someone not made out of cloth and felt. One good headshot is enough to induce unconscious for a human. Letter to an optic will definitely break it.

They rather not expose the puppets to any violence if possible. Should everyone need to hide then there are spots Reader made specifically for evacuation purposes. Trust me when I say they have all sorts of non-lethal ways to handle dangerous intruders. Once the aggressors are knocked out, Reader wipes their memories involving the Neighborhood, destroy the evidence, then dump the blokes far away from the place.

They also carry an umbrella to travel around since the magic needed isn't too much. Reader sometimes carry a small 'birdhouse' for Ricky to emerge from. Optimus is later given one too when he contemplates telling the truth to his companions.

For Bayverse, Knightverse and Prime, Reader allows Team Prime asylum near the Neighborhood until they have a safer place to stay. You can bet bots like Ironhide or Jazz are scolded multiple times for nearly breaking the bad language rule. No one wants Junebug to run around spreading a swear she overheard to the other puppets.

Reader is practically the 'mom friend' of the group once the secret's out. Absolutely dolting on the bots and their human companions.

'Ironhide, have you consume any Energon today? If not then go refuel.'

'Hey Bumblebee! Raf is waiting in the backyard for you with Norman and Junebug. Take a break and go play some games.'

'There you are, Mirage! Everyone is worried. Want to talk buddy?'

Overall, Reader is going to be a whimsical delight amongst the cast.

*If anyone is wondering about canon deaths like Jazz. Reader can revive them if they're brought to the Neighborhood. It does take a massive strain on them but the more intact the body is, the smaller the cost. The three main components of a Cybertronian have to be in good condition or repaired. Substitutes for those work fine as long as it matches the individual's nature. EX. Ratchet: Medical Equipment like a heart pacer for Spark Chamber. Jazz: Performance items such as a boombox.

If push comes to shove, Reader can store their soul inside a puppet but they can't leave the Neighborhood. They need to be in their actual body as these are temporary vessels that need constant magic to survive. Let me paint the image of a puppet Breakdown and Knockout staring at each other. Also they will scold Prime Optimus if he pulls that endgame stunt.*

That's it for now! Until next time folks, continue to be good neighbors to those around you. Now transform and roll out!

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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heya shroomie!

do you write for modern au's? if so, do you have any hcs for what it would be like being best friends with fullscore trio and going to school and just being a couple of regular kids who do dumb things together? like what they do together after school or on the weekends? tysm! love your writing <3 hope you're doing well!

I do, and thank you for the kind words! Ngl sometimes I imagine going to school with them because school is very stressful and they’re comfort characters for me. Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland (modern au)

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma

Reader: Gender neutral (they/them/you)

TW: None!

Style: Hcs

Summary: What it’s like going to school with the fullscore trio!

The four of you definitely walk/take the bus to school together.

If you guys have any classes together they’ll literally beg the teacher to have the whole gang sit together. And if the teacher says no they’ll move seats anyway.

In PE you guys are the group that runs together at the same pace, and if any of you need a moment to walk then everyone stops. You’re also always in groups together.

All of you go to each other’s houses to study/catch up on work so often that there’s at least one object that belongs to everyone in everyone’s house. Your house is the one most often picked so there’s just a stack of books that belong to Ray, a rubix cube and board games that Norman brought one time when you guys had nothing else to do, and Emma has left so many clothes behind they just stay hung up in your closet.

The school library is your guys’ hang out spot and nobody can change my mind.

Sometimes you and Emma keep a close eye on the bathroom during lunch to see who’s making out (or doing other stuff if y’know what I mean) and gossip about whether they’re a good couple or not and when you two think they’ll break up.

You guys definitely hold spots for each other in the lunch line.

One time your parents were late to pick you up after school so the rest of the group stayed and waited with you, even though they ended up being yelled at by their own parents.

Norman and Ray are your go-to people when you’re struggling with an assignment. They’ll explain it over and over, being patient with you, and if you still don’t understand they’ll just do it for you.

The 4 of you have been named the Straight A Squad by other students.

You guys know everything about everyone, due to Emma being friends with everyone and you, Norman, and Ray constantly observing from afar.

Daily hugs! It’s a routine at this point.

Walking each other to class when you 4 have to separate!

If one of you gets in trouble, all of you get in trouble. No buts.

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn emma #bun asks

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0tt00ctavius · 1 year

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Little something while I have a break from collage work 🥲🥲🥲

Otto and Norman with a s/o who is tired

Otto Octavius

You had been working on a project for oscorp all week, only getting around thirty minutes of sleep each day. It was Friday and the project was due tomorrow…you had to get this done. Norman would chew you out if it wasn’t done!! It was 4 am and you were still at oscorp working on it. You had terrible bags, messy hair, and you were running off of about 7 cups of coffee. All of a sudden you felt a hand on your back and you saw your computer shutting off. “Time to go home my dear…you’ve been working on this all day…” Ah….your boyfriend octavius. “Mhmg….b-but I-it’s…..due…..tomorrow…..” you mumbled as you fell asleep on your desk. “Sweetheart…let’s get you home ok…?” Otto picked you up and held you while getting your work bag. “I l-love you otto….” You told your boyfriend as you kissed the side of his neck. “I love you too Y/n….now take a nap while I get us home alright?” Otto softly said as he covered you up with his trench coat. “A-alri…..” You fell asleep mid sentence and otto just smiled.

Norman Osborn

It was Monday morning and you hadn’t slept in two days, insomnia and just not being comfortable wasn’t a good mix. Norman was being a little mean that day and put a lot of work on you. He was making you run stuff to different offices, take stuff up and down steps, get lunch for everyone, etc. It was now 9pm and norman was about to leave when he saw you cleaning up…he saw how exhausted you looked and felt a little bad. He just shrugged it off and went home. The next day he went to ask you if you were alright but you weren’t in your office. Now he was worried. You were never late..never. He tried calling you a few times but you never picked up. Norman just gave up and went to your house. You had gave norman a key a few weeks ago since you guys had been dating so he had a way in. “…y/n? Pumpkin are you alright…?” He walked in and looked around..you weren’t in the living room. “Y/n?…” Norman walked around when he finally saw you. Sick looking and barley able to walk. “Y/n! Oh dear are you alright? You look terrible sweetheart…” Norman Immediately went to you and held you up. “t-thanks for telling me I look horrible…” You spoke as you leaned into your concerned boyfriend. “I didn’t mean it like tha-….honey?” Norman looked down and you were dead asleep in his arms…he carried you to his car and took you back to his house. You needed some good sleep.

#norman osborn #green goblin #spiderman #willem dafoe #otto octavius #doc ock #doctor otto octavius #alfred molina #spiderman no way home #willem dafriend #willem dafussy #fettuccine alfredo molina #spider man #spider man 2002 #dr otto octavius #mcu #norman x reader #otto x reader

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hatchetswung · 6 months

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Norman had known Mary before he was assigned to train her at Pizza Pete's, but it was definitely where he got to know her. She was only able to keep the job by keeping her grades up and he was almost too quick to offer his help. See, Norman Fokker had known Mary before because of the crush he'd had on her since their driving test. They'd been assigned to the same written group and classes, but he wasn't even sure she noticed him. Not that a lot of people did. He kept to himself despite his two jobs and several volunteer positions. He may be known around town as always being the person selling you tickets or taking your order, but at school? He was a nobody. A zero. Someone that everyone just breezed past... honestly he preferred it. Even Jagerman forgot he existed sometimes.

But @witchw00d? She was so sweet. So innocent. So pretty. He couldn't help the way his heart fluttered when she'd answer questions in that classroom and he couldn't stop the thoughts the ravaged his mind. It subdued throughout the school year and was almost resolved into the summer, but when their senior year started up and his boss presented her as their newest hire? He knew he was in trouble. She didn't know it, but he was nervous to be close to her-- nervous to share the same close space as a pretty girl, but no matter the amount of sweat that started collecting on his palms? He persevered, even ended up being the one to offer helping her with her math between their training to make sure her grades stayed up.

It'd been near a month of that. Working together, studying together... getting closer. He knew he didn't stand a chance though. He knew she had a crush on her best friend she'd grown up with, Noah. The two were close, very close. He didn't know how much truly, but he could tell by the way Mary talked about Noah that she wanted it be more than what it was. Too bad for Norman, huh? First girl to give him the time of fucking day since Rebecca Randolph kissed him in the fifth grade and she was more into some guy from Sycamore. Typical.

However, it was on this very night that he was going to get a sudden chance he hadn't known he could have. He didn't know that and he wouldn't until later, but as Mary pressed her pencil and pad into his hand-- insisting he take her newest table as she needed a break? He knew he was in for a different night. He hadn't had time to ask her why the need, but he did it without question walking over to greet the table with a cracky hello. He didn't know if she was avoiding them or had some emergency, but as soon as the girl spoke the boy's name?

Noah! You said you like meat lover, right?

Norman flinched at the name drop, looking between the two. He heard them say what they wanted and his voice fell out quickly, explaining they didn't have any meat lovers available. Even went on to say there was no meat period. There was a confused expression and he was quick to come up with some excuse, explaining how they had to cut it and today they're only serving breadsticks.

They're not even good here.

The girl had complained and within a few seconds they were exiting, thanking Norman for his help then leaving the building. He quickly checked on his last table then excused himself for a break, heading out back of the pizzeria where he found Mary. He came to a stop a few feet off from her, staring at her a moment then speaking carefully in case she didn't know he was there, "Noah left."

#witchw00d #♪ * ⋆ starter ♫ norman ᶠᵒᵏᵏᵉʳ

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amazing-spiderling · 11 days

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For the asks: ❤️💚 and 🖤?

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Apparently you have to like... write words in order to have written something. That just seems far-fetched to me. ((Sorry XDDD I already answered this one and I'm fresh out of hot takes. IDK what theories people even have.))

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

If you don't like MCU Spider-Man because he's too "uwu baby innocent" then... you're doing it wrong. Yeah, I admit fandom has babyized him, but one of the defining characteristics of Spider-Man, along with power and responsibility and all that is his *anger*. He's either constantly channeling it into something positive, suppressing it, or letting it get out in ways that inevitably destroy his life.

We don't see MCU Peter in that position for most of the movies, that's true- but if you view the trilogy as a long form origin story (as I think it's meant to be), then I think it's reasonable that he doesn't reach his breaking point until May dies in NWH. We see that he's not perfect, not wholly innocent, he's just never been tested in this way- and if he wasn't stopped by a version of himself who had made the mistake of letting his anger take over- he would have done exactly that.

No, MCU Peter didn't kill Norman Osborn. But he wanted to. He *tried* to. He was stopped from doing so, but he still has to live with the reality that it was something he absolutely would have done, and figure out how to make sure he doesn't ever sink to that level, especially when there's another way out.

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Alright, here's the thing- there is this guy, and like, I get it. On paper, he seems great. Hometown hero, wants to make the city a safer and better place for people to live. Came from nothing but he worked tirelessly to get where he is, despite a difficult childhood and a lifetime of keeping secrets from others that made it difficult for him to get truly close to anyone- (except maybe that one guy he works with). And everybody - they eat this up! They love it! They think, oh he looks so sad, we should give him a chance, listen to him, he just wants to help. But here's the thing, he's lying to everyone! He is NOT a good guy! He might wear fancy suits and have a fancy vocabulary but he is no stranger to violence and he's not above using it to accomplish his goals! And people overlook this because he's wellspoken and charismatic but you should NOT LET YOURSELVES BE FOOLED. DO NOT VOTE FOR FISK IN THE UPCOMING MAYORAL ELECTION! THE FATE OF THE CITY DEPENDS ON IT!!!

#thanks for the ask XD

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aprillikesthings · 9 months

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I've been reading a book that's a fictionalized account of a year in the life of a serf woman in the middle ages. There's no real plot in a traditional sense, it's more like a "slice of life" kind of thing? The main point is to teach you about the daily life of an average person.

The author doesn't say when in the middle ages it's supposed to be taking place. It's definitely somewhere in England, but while some of the characters' names imply post-Norman invasion (which was 1066), the way things are portrayed implies a couple hundred years before that. I could quibble with the accuracy of some of it--soap was commonly used starting in the 800's; also they totally had linen before that!, why are they amazed and confused by seeing a piece of it; also England was Christian but people still engaged in a lot of folk religion and you don't see much of it in the book, if any.

But on the whole it's a very empathetic way of looking into the past.

It's a stressful read sometimes!! Which I suppose is part of the point. The POV character, Marion, has two living children. She had a toddler son die, and a 12-year-old daughter die, and three other infants that died; and that was not in any way unusual for that time period.

Life is just incredibly precarious: A cottage burns down because of a child's innocent mistake. A healthy adult man dies from a wood splinter wound getting infected. Marion spends all day spinning wool (the village's major trade good--she's required to give a certain amount of it to the lord every year) and a day's spinning is destroyed by accident by her toddler and she's understandably upset.

(Every spun on a drop spindle or seen someone else do it? That shit is SLOW even when done by someone with a lot of practice. And you have to spin SO MUCH to make any clothing!)

Making sure they have enough to eat takes up the vast majority of everyone's time and back-breaking labor, and a spell of bad weather could cause the whole village to starve. Marion is constantly checking on the peas in her garden, and wondering is her goat still giving milk? How many eggs did the hens lay? (how many does she still owe to her lord?) Have mice or mold gotten into her flour? And that's on top of making sour milk/cheese, and bread, and deciding when to slaughter the pigs, and making sure every last bit of those pigs is used for something or safely preserved for later. A tremendous portion of every day is just growing, preparing, and preserving food; by herself or with other villagers.

The lord and lady of the hall are fascinating, because while yes they "own" a few dozen people (because they own the land they live on, really; the serfs belong to the land, legally speaking) and pay/hire freemen, they're not idle rich people. The lady of the hall is constantly making decisions and is hardly above doing physical labor herself, including making bread and ale. The lord and lady clearly take their role seriously and are trying to make good decisions that keep the entire village fed and clothed and housed, including caring for widows and orphans. Nevertheless, they do have a higher standard of living than any of their serfs, and still have an inordinate amount of power over their lives; including deciding who can marry, and they mete out punishment when they feel it's necessary.

They just own so, so little. Marion has two wool dresses, and for most of the year she's wearing both. She has one pair of shoes, which she only wears in the winter. When the lord comes back from trading their wool thread for (among other things) a year's supply of salt and a few new iron pots, the lady of the hall has to figure out who, out of many families, needs a new pot; most families only have one. Marion's husband is the village carpenter and he knows exactly how many nails he owns, and saves bent ones for the visit from the tinker who straightens them out.

ANYWAY. Tl;dr: It's an absorbing book, and every time I put it down and am yanked back into the current day, I just think: holy shit. I am so comfortable, all of the time. And I have SO MUCH STUFF.

My life is so, so easy.

#my posts #omg there's so much more i could say about this book #the family relationships are so interesting #marion is genuinely fond of her husband for instance #when another villager's husband dies she is just as grief-stricken as any of us would be #being constantly faced with the possibility of death did not make any of them mourn their loved ones any less #I always think about that when I think about 'pre-modern' people:#that whenever we read about them we have to remember that all of them have suffered through immense grief over and over #death and pain were never this distant thing they were always near #things that would be no big deal to us regularly killed and disabled them and hunger was a constant threat

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Does SF have any new feelings on all of these little “leaks” stating Melissa is there?

My new feelings are the same as my old feelings 🙈🙉🙊 None of these "leaks" would be happening if AMC didn't condone them, but if you're asking me whether I believe Melissa is there, then yes.

On if it will be announced tomorrow that Melissa is back?

AMC has never announced anything in the way normal networks do, but they need to present their slate and make it appealing to advertisers, particularly with their new service, Audience+. They'll have to put lipstick on the pig that's S1 so someone will invest and the easiest way of doing that would be to announce Melissa's return.

On if we won’t be hearing about “the Daryl show” anymore?

Like MT, I'd like a proper title to be announced and by proper, I mean one that will give some kind of indication as to what the show is about, like The Last of Us, Stranger Things, or Game of Thrones. Even "More Tales of the Walking Dead" is more descriptive than "The Daryl Show" (it's not a sitcom) or "Raise the Dead" (which is illogical).

I'd also like to hear from Zabel, so we could get a sense for how in charge he is. Those revisions to 201 (as seen in the picture of the cover page) give me pause. I think I know why an outsider was brought in instead of promoting from within the franchise, but until we get a statement or even a soundbite, this spinoff could be at DEFCON 5 or 1.

Kristin Dolan will speak, so that should give us a better idea of what she's got planned for the network and by extension, TWDU.

Tacking these on here since I can't comment on other comments:

retiredkat: The move to France has benefited one person.

Correlation does not equal causation. Yes, Norman benefited, but he wasn't the only one to do so and out of the two, he had less power (and less of a motive) to affect a shift in concept or location.

retiredkat: AMC could have sued MMB for breach of contract if she truly backed out for no good reason, correct? I just don’t understand how France was untenable a year ago, but now it is.

Well, there are exit clauses in those contracts, so there's no need for the studio to sue. The money you'd owe for breach of contract and loss of profits is prohibitive and your reputation is shot afterwards. No one would hire you.

France being untenable is still just the official agreed upon excuse as to why Melissa was let go. It was never the actual reason, just like she didn't need a break, nor had a change of mind and before someone jumps in to say it, neither did she nurse her elderly father who doesn't even live in the same state.

She’s welcome to chime in.

🚮

Thanks for taking the time to respond :) We will see what tomorrow brings.

This is kind of a tangent, but Zabel should declare himself a Caryl shipper. I want the showrunner to have the same energy that LaToya Morgan has. I'm tired of everyone playing coy.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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dmwrites · 2 years

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It, of course, takes longer for the morning sun to grace the bottom of the sunset colored terracotta land known as Tumble Town. But as soon as the first rays of light graced The Sheriff’s face, he was awake, springing out of bed with a smile on his face and a hand on his hat.

“Good morning Tumble Town!” He crowed, puffing out his chest and surveying his land from the window. His town was small now, but soon it would be a powerful empire that everyone respected. He was sure of it.

He changed into his sheriff clothes, making sure to take his sheriff badge off of his pajamas and pin it onto his shirt. He was just tying the bandana around his neck when his deputies came in.

“Ah yes, good morning deputies. Look at us all, big strong men!” Jimmy leaned down to pat his deputies on the head. “Let us go and see if there are any baddies we need to vanquish from this place!”

He strode outside, the deputies following him. There was, in fact, someone coming down the hill towards them. A colorful someone.

“Morning, Sheriff.” Scott doffed an invisible hat at him.

“Good morning to you as well, Scott.” Jimmy tipped his cowboy hat at him. “I was looking for scoundrels and the like- you haven’t seen any law-breaking going on around here, have you?”

“Not a thing.” Scott said, looking around. “Oh, btw, I totally used your creeper farm to get some more gunpowder. Thanks.”

Jimmy opened and closed his mouth like a fish, at a loss for words for a moment. “Excuse me! That is not how this works! You can not use my gunpowder farm without my permission! Deputy Norman! Deputy Flick! Please explain the rules of Tumble Town to this man!” Jimmy turned away in dramatic fashion.

“Jimmy, they’re fucking cats, they can’t speak English.” Scott looked down at the cats and then back up at Jimmy in exasperation.

“That is rude. Deputies, please, I have no time for this colorful scoundrel! Get him out of here” Jimmy cried, pointing an accusatory finger.

“Meow meow meow!” said deputy Norman.

“Jimmy, the cat just called me a whore.”

“He would do no such thing, unless you deserved it. Now out, you scoundrel!” Jimmy bellowed, although he was smiling still.

“Okay, okay.” Scott held up his hands in defeat and trudged away. He could hear Jimmy exclaim to the cats as he left.

“We did it, boys! Another criminal apprehended! We are such good cowboys!”

#July 26 2022 #fic #empires smp #solidaritygaming #scott smajor #long post

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ninja-muse · 1 year

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Another reading month that wasn’t my strongest ever, numbers-wise. My excuses this month?

Weather and latitude, since I get a good bit of my reading in while waiting for or travelling on public transit and it’s really difficult to do that when it’s dark, raining, or the bus is full of people because—did I mention the rain?

Me going “to heck with reading goals” mid-month and signing out 800 pages of history which I knew was going to take me weeks.

But eh, whatever. It’s been a very enjoyable reading month apart from that! I finally read my sixth/last Austen novel and I think it might be my favourite now? I absolutely see why booklr had a collected meltdown over the Netflix movie. No way could that set-up do the story justice. And I got my hands on A Restless Truth at last, and rediscovered my love of Alan Smale, and read my last of the Oseman novels also.

Watch for The Great Believers near the top of my December wrap-up, by the way. I’m nearly done and it’s good.

Persuasion - Jane Austen Anne Eliot dutifully turned down Frederick Wentworth but eight years later, he’s back in town—and courting a neighbour. - warning: misogynist society, agism, some fatphobia Hot Moon - Alan Smale Vivian Carter just wants her quiet Apollo mission. Unfortunately, the Soviets attack almost as soon as she hits orbit, and it goes downhill from there. - Chinese-American, Black, and Latino secondary characters - warning: blood, battle injuries Now You See Us - Balli Kaur Jaswal Three Filipina maids in Singapore find their daily injustices brought to the fore when a fourth maid is falsely accused of murder. Out in March. - Asian cast, 🏳️‍🌈 POV character, minor 🏳️‍🌈 character, Indo-Singaporean author - warning: abuse, xenophobia, homophobia, transphobia A Restless Truth - Freya Marske Maud has until her boat docks to catch a killer and retrieve an artifact, but she’ll need a team and a whole lot of creativity. - 🏳️‍🌈 protagonists, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters, Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author

Solitaire - Alice Oseman Tori’s life is boring and pointless and she doesn’t get why her friends care—or why everyone think Solitaire’s pranks are funny, not dangerous. - 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author - warning: accurate depiction of depression; suicidal thoughts, homophobic characters

Be the Serpent - Seanan McGuire Toby’s happily married and due for a break. Unfortunately, an old friend might just be the worst enemy she’s ever faced. - 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 author - warning: blood, violence, death of a child

The Collectors - Philip Pullman with Tom Duxbury (Illustrator) Two art collectors discuss some recent acquisitions with otherworldly provenance.

She-Hulk, Vol. 1 - Rainbow Rowell Jen Walters is rebuilding her life again when an old friend mysteriously returns—from the dead?

Currently reading:

Beneath Another Sky - Norman Davies A world tour of countries subsumed by the colonial West and the ways they’re rebuilding after. - warning: colonial mindsets

The Great Believers - Rebecca Makkai Yale is trying for a massive bequest to his gallery while navigating a relationship and watching his friends die of AIDS. Thirty years later, Fiona is searching for her daughter and reckoning with how Yale’s friend-group has affected her life. - largely 🏳️‍🌈 cast, Jewish protagonist, Jewish secondary character, Black secondary character - warning: deaths from AIDS, period-typical homophobia, including apathy and hate crimes

The Penguin Complete Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Victorian detective stories - major disabled character  - warning: colonialism, racism 

Stats 

Monthly total: 8  Yearly total: 136 + 1  Queer books: 4  Authors of colour: 1  Books by women: 6  Canadian authors: 0  Off the TBR shelves: 1  DNFs: 0

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#reading wrap-ups #read in 2022 #rec lists #books #booklr #bookblr #book covers #book photography #my photos

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8 month old creepy cute baby Eobard has been left on your OCs' doorstep with a teether and a teddy bear dressed as the flash, pinned to the carrier is a note promising to explain later (who knows when later even will be?) what do they do?

Ooooooh, now THIS is a good one!! Thank you!

Rae: Well she definitely wasn't planning to settle down so soon, and she doesn't have much experience with babies. Plus, this particular baby is kind of freaking her out. Her first move is to take baby Eobard down to the X-Mansion and see if there's anyone there who's a little better fit to taking care of him. There's bound to be someone, right? And if there's not, well... she and Warren will do their best, because what else is there really to do?

Robin: Just for fun, let's assume she's already got Wren and she's around the same age. She and Peter are only really equipped for one baby at the moment, but they'll try, and at least they've had a few months of practice under their belts. Out of all my OCs, she probably fares the best overall. (Though Peter does get a little jealous that she can sleep through the night when Eobard starts absolutely wailing - Wren was born Deaf like Robin was, and she's pretty quiet, but Eobard is definitely not)

Madison: What the everloving fuck is she going to do with a baby? She doesn't really want kids at all, and she definitely doesn't want kids now. Baby Eobard kind of gets passed around the X-Mansion for a bit - Hank's got a surprisingly decent paternal instinct, Sean's used to taking care of his little siblings, Charles has a natural (cough cough telepathic) skill for calming him when he gets fussy, and the others do their best. It takes a village, and all that.

Ophelia: It's a good thing she lives just a few floors up from her dad and Norman, since she doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a baby - and obviously they do, since they raised her and she turned out mostly alright. It's kind of a weird situation to explain, and she hopes whoever left the note is back soon, but at least baby Eobard isn't starving in the meantime.

Jasper: Honestly, just ends up dropping off the baby at the hospital or the nearest safe surrender center. They do feel bad, but they're young and poor and definitely don't know how to deal with this (and Kyle's in the same boat), so they're afraid they'd only cause more harm. Better to leave it for someone who knows better.

Kestrel: Wonders if this is some sort of trick, or karmic retribution - this uncanny-valley baby has got to be a changeling, right? This either sends them into a bit of a spiral, or they actually get shockingly attached to the baby (perhaps because they wouldn't want baby Eobard to feel like an outcast the way they did growing up). They've never really taken care of a baby before, and neither has Warren, but at least Stan and Ruth can offer their advice

Katherine: She is barely twenty and has never really wanted kids... but she's also linked to Bastet, and something about that makes her feel inclined to take care of the baby. It's such an emotional paradox, knowing she herself doesn't want kids but also feeling supernaturally driven by her link to the gods, that she ends up breaking down entirely. It's an incredibly emotionally difficult period for her and everyone can see it, and eventually Larry comes in and takes the kid off her hands - at least he's raised a kid before, with Nick and all.

Quinn: Dude, this kid might as well be an alien. For one thing, she lives out in a trailer in the middle of the desert. For another, who the fuck would find her and somehow come to the conclusion that she'd be fit to take care of a baby? She surrenders him at the nearest clinic the first chance she gets - it's just for the best, there's a whole laundry list of reasons why she's not suited to taking care of a baby.

Eris: Is surprisingly adept at taking care of the kid - not exactly motherly, but they know a lot of old wives' tales and tricks from throughout history that keep baby Eobard sleeping well, eating well, calming him when he's fussy, things like that. They gripe about it all the time - he's annoying, he's needy, they're losing sleep, where the fuck are his guardians - but they're surprisingly attentive when it actually comes to taking care of him. (But let's be real, Eobard Thawne as raised by Eris would be a living terror of a human being, let's just hope his actual guardians come back before he gets out of his infancy)

Nikoletta: She's just... uncomfortable. She's barely good at comforting adults, let alone helpless infants, and she's really not sure if there's anyone on the Squad who could help. DuBois has a kid, right? He's changed a few diapers before? She doesn't really want to give baby Eobard up, since that would feel too much like abandoning him and she's got some lingering trauma on that front, but she's also completely lost on what to do. Abner's surprisingly good with the baby - maybe because he grew up with a lot of siblings, and probably had to raise them when his mother neglected them - but he's also racked with anxiety over the whole situation and is terrified he's going to somehow ruin the kid even though he's actually doing a pretty decent job. They're really just trying to ride out the clock until Eobard's rightful guardians come back, and hoping they come back soon.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc katherine johnson #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

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