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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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so like porcelain

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: m+

warnings: depictions of torture and canon-typical violence

word count: 6,372

prompts from my inbox (all anonymous): ""omg I'm so glad requests are open!!!!! I literally went through your entire Adrian list and I'M OBSESSED!!!! more Adrian comforting/being protective of reader pls I beg" and "hi i saw requests are open again :D id like to request smth with adrian/vigilante where reader gets injured on a mission and it gets all angsty bc he planned to propose to reader but every time he makes plans and is about to pop the question smth always comes up so doesn't really have a chance to ask them and now he's thinking that maybe it was too late but eventually reader does get better after a really close call then he decides that it doesn't really matter when or where he does it so he just goes in. i really love ur writing and it would mean a lot if you decide to pick this up and im sorry if it's a bit too specific or not up to your liking but if you do then tysm im advance 🥺💙" and "thoughts on reader and adrian getting in some nuclear argument and dont have time to make up before going on some mission. reader gets kidnapped. adrian goes crazyyyyyyy. some good angsty hurt/comfort mmmm mmm mmmm"

one-sentence synopsis: you're so sure you know why adrian's upset, but you don't get a chance to confirm it before it seems like it just might be too late.

author's note: i combined a couple of prompts for this one and i hope you love this story! i'm excited about it!! i got so many requests today and i'm so excited about so many of them!!

read on ao3!

Adrian hasn’t been himself for days.

Like, for days. He’s usually pretty twitchy in general, but this has been next level anxiety. He is seemingly constantly on edge. You keep catching him staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking, but it’s not the regular sort of stare he gives you— the one where he starts looking at you and forgets to stop and you look up to find adoration across his face when your eyes meet.

This is different.

Lately, Adrian’s been staring at you with a sort of— intent. Like he’s resolved about something. He seems determined, in a more serious way than he normally does, and it’s starting to put you on edge.

Usually, Adrian’s a fairly open book. He expresses what he feels when he feels it, says what he thinks when he thinks it, does what he wants to do when he wants to do it. He’s not someone who holds back often, and he especially doesn’t keep things from you. Whatever it is that’s unsettling him, he doesn’t want you to know about it.

You know that could only be a bad thing. It has to do with a mission, you think— or maybe it has to do with you.

You start to grow more and more certain that, whatever it is Adrian’s thinking about all the time, it has to do with you. He starts asking if you want to get dinner all the time, if you want to go out, if you want to do something special. You’re both busy, though, and half the time the plans are canceled because he has to go on a mission, or Chris needs urgent help, or something similar. He always gets so agitated and pissed off when he can’t follow through on whatever he was planning, which is when you start to put the pieces together.

He’s planning to break up with you.

You don’t know how you didn’t see this coming sooner. It was only going to be a matter of time before he got sick of this. He has so much energy, he’s so— so wild, so different, so unique. So— Really, he’s so unhinged, but it’s part of what you love about him. You should’ve known he’d never want a life with somebody like you.

Once that thought takes root in your mind, it’s impossible to weed out. You see the evidence every day, in every single thing Adrian does. He’s more tense with you than normal, a little distant. He’s not speaking his mind. He’s definitely thinking things he’s not saying, which is so viciously unlike him. You’re starting to worry that you don’t know him anymore— that he doesn’t want you to know him.

He still tells you he loves you. He still comes home to the apartment you share. He still sleeps beside you in bed.

But— you can’t help but feel that— something’s different. Something fundamental has changed in Adrian, and he hasn’t told you what it is. Maybe he doesn’t want to tell you what it is. Maybe he doesn’t want you to know; maybe he doesn’t want you to know him. Even if you feel like you’ve connected, and that this was going to be it, the great love of your life, maybe he doesn’t feel that way.

You don’t know how you could have missed it, but you don’t know what else this could be. You’re dreading the day he finally just— does it, tells you, rips the bandaid off and stops prolonging his own suffering. You love him— you love every moment with him— but he must be hating how long this is going on for.

You start to feel like a mess, yourself. Adrian’s twitchy, and so are you; Adrian’s frustrated, and so are you. He gets more twitchy when you’re twitchy, and the cycle just feeds on itself.

Adrian texted you earlier today and asked if you wanted to get dinner tonight. You feel like this might be it, if he finally gets to pull it off. If nothing stops him, tonight will be the night he breaks up with you; you’re sure of it.

You can’t focus for most of the day, after that. You’re glad you have work today, if only for something to distract you as best as it can. Still, your mind keeps wandering back to Adrian, and your heart races every time you remember, and your stomach twists, and fear crawls up the back of your throat. You’re dreading it; you can’t believe you’re about to lose this, and you don’t even know why. You thought everything was going so fucking well.

By the time you get home, you have to convince yourself to go inside. You can see Adrian’s car in the lot, so you pull into your spot beside it. Your heart is practically slamming against your ribs. You dread going inside, but you have to.

Your legs are lead when you head up the stairs of your apartment complex. You get to the apartment you share with Adrian, and you take a deep breath outside the front door before letting yourself in.

“Hey, I’m home,” you call, trying to keep the shake out of your voice. You’re still hoping you’ll be able to convince him not to go, that you’ll somehow be good enough tonight that he’ll change his mind about ending this. Or maybe he’ll just— Explain, and you can figure out what’s going wrong, and the two of you can work on fixing it together—

Adrian comes flying out of the bedroom, half of his Vigilante armor already on, and your heart sinks even further than it already had. Your palms prick with nervous, clammy sweat.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, and he seems— frustrated, actually, or pissed off. “Chris just called and—”

“—he needs you and you have to go,” you finish for him.

The two of you stand in silence for a beat. Then, Adrian says, “If you want, I don’t have to go.”

“No, you should go,” you tell him, and you mean it. He’s a hero; it’s not your right, to tell him not to go just because you’re scared. If anything, at least this will give you a little more time before he tells you he’s done, before this is over, before he leaves. “If he needs you and you’re not there, you’ll be mad at yourself. And me, I guess.” He studies you for a long moment. His brow furrows behind his glasses, face creasing as he’s thinking, examining you, trying to figure you out. You wonder if he suspects that you know what he’s going to do.

After a beat, Adrian says, “Why would I be mad at you?”

You— don’t really know the answer to that, because you’re not sure what you’ve done wrong. You don’t think anything has changed, really; nothing you’re aware of is different, anyways. Your best guess is just that— that he doesn’t love you anymore, so it’s— probably not that he’s mad, just— frustrated, and indifferent, and ready to be finished. Agitated, maybe.

Your hands have a slight shake to him, chest tightening, goosebumps prickling up over your legs and arms in a fear response when you tell him, “I don’t— I don’t know. Why would you be?”

“I don’t know,” Adrian says slowly. He glances down at the hunk of armor in his hands, then back up at you, clearly torn on what he’s supposed to do next.

You don’t think you can do this anymore. You just— In this moment, you can’t think about sitting here alone for another night, wondering if tonight’s going to be the night Adrian decides to come back and tell you he’s done. Your chest hurts like it’s being split open, and you feel like you’re going to fucking— pass out, or throw up on the floor, but you know what you have to do.

You steel yourself, and you say to Adrian, eyes fixed on his knees, voice trembling, “If— If you’re going to break up with me, just— please, just— do it.”

Adrian doesn’t respond. You exhale shakily, a shuddering rush that gusts out of you as you realize he’s still not fucking saying anything. This is the person who never stops talking, and he’s staring at you in total silence.

Your hands are actually fucking shaking. You keep waiting for him to talk, and he keeps not talking, before you finally have to say something, so you start to tell him, “I d—”

The sound of your voice apparently unfreezes him from whatever just possessed him, and he’s suddenly talking a mile a minute, asking, “What the— What the fuck are you— What the fuck are you talking about? What are— Wh— I d— What? What the f—”

It’s all just variations on the same thing. You try to take a deep breath, but you can’t get it in deep enough, rattling shallowly in your chest. You can’t look up as you listen to his stumbling half-denials. It feels like you’re in a nightmare; you can’t believe this is it. You can’t believe you fucking said something to start this. Maybe you could’ve convinced him if you only had more time—

“You don’t have to keep putting it off,” you say softly, cutting him off. “You want to tell me, tell me.”

“You don’t know,” Adrian says quickly.

“Adrian—”

“You don’t,” he snaps back. “Don’t— Don’t say— You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

You laugh dryly, no humor in it. The back of your throat hurts when you say, “You’ve been trying to tell me something. I’m not stupid. I just— I wish you wouldn’t—”

“What are you even saying?” Adrian demands. He makes an agitated noise, then turns back to the bedroom. He whirls around again, asks you, “You don’t know anything.”

You glare back at him. “Don’t treat me like I don’t know what you’re—”

“You don’t know,” Adrian snaps. His voice is short, agitated, and he shoves his hand through his hair, the other clutching his armor so tight his knuckles are going white. “Just— I just— If you just give me, like, a day, I’ll figure it out, okay? And then it’ll all be over—”

Your eyes flick down again, your heart starting to break in half when you hear that. ‘It’ll all be over,’ on echo in your mind.

“What will?” you ask, shaking.

“What?”

“What’ll be over?” you ask again. “Do you— I mean— Us? Do you mean—”

“Why would you—” Adrian starts to demand, then crouches, his body unable to properly manifest the agitation he’s feeling. He straightens back up, paces, then looks up to you, asks, “I don’t— What— Why?”

“Why what?” you ask, bewildered. “Just— What are you trying to tell me? Are you breaking up with me, is this it?”

Adrian stares hard at you, eyes wide. His chest is heaving; yours is, too, heart racing.

For a beat, he doesn’t speak.

“Adrian,” you ask him. “Tell me.”

“That’s not it,” Adrian says helplessly.

“Then what is it?” you ask. Again, he pauses; again, he seems to be turning over some thought, keeping it trapped in his throat, and you push the heels of your hands into your eyes, aching inside. “Okay. I’m just gonna— Okay.”

“You have to trust me,” Adrian asks of you.

Your chest is aching when you ask him, “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because I can’t,” Adrian pleads, “Because— Because that’s— That’s how—” He’s frustrated, makes an agitated, trapped noise. “Why can’t you just— fucking— Fuck!”

“I’m trying,” you shout back at him. “Don’t— Don’t fucking yell at me, Adrian, Jesus fucking— I’m scared, I want— I want to know why you’re doing this, but I guess— I guess I’m not surprised. Because I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d—”

The ringing of his phone in the next room cuts you off. It’s the same song that always plays when Chris calls, but it doesn’t make you smile, now.

Now, all you do is stare at Adrian, tears swelling in your eyes and starting to spill over. Your throat burns, hot and sharp and thick. He looks from you back to his phone in the bedroom, and once your eye contact is broken, your hands start shaking. You take this dismissal for what you know it is, starting to twist away.

“What— No, I don’t— I don’t have to go,” he says.

“Yes, you do,” you say. “Being Vigilante is always going to come first for you, and I—”

“You don’t know shit if you think that,” Adrian snaps at you. Your brow furrows, chest aching, stinging.

“Guess I don’t know shit,” you bite back.

“No,” Adrian says, “You fucking— don’t, because otherwise you’d listen to me—”

“You’re not saying anything, Adrian,” you tell him. “You’re not— You’re just— I—” You wrap your arms around yourself, glaring downwards. After a beat, you glare back at him, heart throbbing painfully into your bones. His eyes are bright and his face frustrated. “Why won’t you just say it?”

“Why are you trying to make me say it?” Adrian asks. “Do you want to leave? Because I w—”

“Please,” you stop him, voice breaking apart. You can’t hear him say what you know he’s going to say; can’t hear him say, ‘Because I won’t stop you,’ because you think you’ll go crazy if you hear it. You turn around, saying, “I just— You— You can tell me when you get back.”

He’s quiet, for a second. Then, he says, “I don’t— Are you… Like— Are you happy? Do you—”

“Adrian,” you tell him, the knot in your throat swelling. You finally start breaking, crying in earnest. You keep your face turned away; his phone starts to ring again from the next room.

“I sh—” Adrian starts, then stops. He finally says, “I should get that, I might— He might need me.”

You nod, still staring hard at the trim of paint where the wall meets the floor. Softly, you tell him, “You deserve better than me, anyways.”

You grab the front door and jerk it open, throwing yourself through it and tugging it shut behind you. You lean against the door for a moment, then exhale shakily. Inside, you can hear Adrian coming closer to the front door. You’re already ready to turn around and pull it back open, because this doesn’t solve things, and you just— If you can just get Adrian to communicate, to tell you what’s happening, then you can both fix this.

You can’t give up. You see that now, you see it clearly. In the heat of the moment, yeah, you just— You shouldn’t have done that— You needed space, but you need him more.

Adrian’s on the other side of the door, and you turn to open it before he can.

But a hand wraps around your mouth and nose from behind, jerking you backwards into a sharp grip. There’s a burn of pain in your throat, and then a sting in your sinuses, and then everything completely vanishes.

When you wake up, it’s cold. You think— You think you’re lying down on something— hard. Something solid. You blink, but there doesn’t seem like there’s any change in the light, just darkness to darkness. It feels like there’s a vibration nearby; you come to realize it’s a sound, and then you understand it’s a voice, halfway through speaking.

“—n’t manage to capture both,” the rough voice is saying. It’s a low pitch, crawling under your skin, echoing nearby like you’re underwater, shimmering through stone. “Vigilante escaped. But—”

There’s harsh lights behind your eyelids, suddenly, and you flinch, eyes flying open instinctively, squinting against whatever’s happening, shocked.

“We do have his partner,” the voice continues. You can see the shadowed outlines of two people, though it’s hard to focus in the aggressive lights. You see them at a strange angle; you belatedly realize you’re laying on the floor.

You start to move, but there’s pressure around your throat, your wrists, your ankles, your waist. You realize you can’t actually move, your body pinned and trapped, kept close to the ground. Panic starts to eat at your chest, confusion and terror erupting inside of you. You lash at your restraints, but the metal bites at your skin.

“He’ll come,” they say again. “And when he does, we’ll get Peacemaker and Waller’s daughter.” A sharp pain sparks through your leg in a jolt, and you cry out, twitching backwards. “A stepping stone. We can lead him here with them.”

“What are you thinking?” a different voice asks, scraping against the insides of your bones. Your teeth hurt hearing it, metal-strange.

There are footsteps, then a beat. A hand is touching your face, then, and you jerk, twitching away, trying to pull back so you can see what’s happening. The hand grips you tighter then, and then there’s a tug on your hair, a chunk being lifted, considered— and then yanked out, and you cry out at the lance of pain through your skull.

“First clue,” the low voice says, near to your ear. You can’t look up, cheek pressed down to the cold floor, throat clamped down to keep you still, shaking.

You don’t understand, but you do; they want Chris and Leota, for obvious reasons, and Adrian’s an easy way to get to them, and you’re an easy way to get to Adrian—

Or, you were. He doesn’t want you now, and you left, and you don’t— You don’t know if he’s even going to come. What if he didn’t open the door at all? What if he just thinks you left and never came back? What if he doesn’t come—

Your chest hurts, but you realize that’s the best option. If he doesn’t come, then he’s safe. Not only that, but the entire team is; Chris and Leota aren’t in danger, and the 11th Street Kids are safe. Adrian’s friends— the people who have become your family— will all be protected if they don’t come for you. It’s painful, but it’s the only choice.

It’s a fair trade. It doesn’t— You wish it wasn’t this way, but, over the days that you’re trapped in this place, you come to understand this is the only way.

The people keeping you try to get information from you, but they don’t know you’re already mentally resigning yourself to dying for this if you have to. You’d sooner let them kill you than give up the people you love, even if you were on the verge of losing them all anyways. You still love them; you’re not going to let anything happen to them as long as you have a say in it. Even in the worst circumstances, you think any of them would do the same for you. Even Adrian.

You have to hope they won’t come now. That he won’t come now. You love him. You still love him, even now; maybe you love him even more now.

When they hurt you, it’s not— It’s not easy, to take the pain, but it’s easier, knowing that it’s for them. Knowing that every second of pain you experience is a second Adrian is spared feeling that same agony is one of the only things that gets you through this. It hurts, but you can do it for him.

You would’ve married him, you think, when they’re holding your head underwater, and you close your eyes and think about him and don’t confess anything. You would’ve lived with him forever, you think, when your joints are wrenched and your knees finally break after days of nearly giving. You would’ve loved him until you died— and you will, you think, when the air is knocked from your lungs and you lose consciousness again and wake up cold and confused and alone once again.

You don’t know how long it takes. The schedules they keep here are confusing, inconsistent. It’s been days, you know, but you’re not sure how many.

The first thing you realize is that you’re alone longer than you normally are. At first, you think it’s a new ploy. You’re left in the total and absolute darkness, shaking, pinned to the ground. You’re hungry, and you wonder if this is their plan, maybe: to let you starve on the cold stone floor in here, trapped in place, until you go insane and tell them everything without even realizing you’re speaking.

In that darkness and lonely silence, you wonder what you’d tell Adrian if you go to talk to him one more time. You think you’d apologize, tell him you’re sorry that your last conversation was such a mess. You have so much time to think about it; you consider your conversation, your argument, in a million different ways, deciding what you want to say to make it all better.

You’d tell Adrian you love him, and that whatever he was feeling, you just wanted to hear it, and you’d work it out together, no matter what it is. You’d apologize for getting upset, and ask him why he was pulling away. You’d hope you could move past this, if you had the time.

You know you won’t have the time. You just want to say you’re sorry, to tell him you love him, to hear him say he loves you one last time.

You close your eyes, turning your face down as much as you can, letting the aching wounds on it press into the grit of the floor, dirt snagging in the edges of your face. You sigh, just trying to be calm. There’s not much you can do except just breathe, and think, and hope, and dream. You think about Adrian, as if you can feel his arms around you again.

Down the hall, there’s a slam. You wait for the inevitable opening of the door, the pain that will follow. You wonder what it will be next. You know, ultimately, it doesn’t matter, because Adrian won’t be feeling that pain, so it’s okay.

The door does finally open. You brace, waiting for the pain, squeezing your eyes closed, waiting.

Instead, you hear a breathless noise.

“Down here!” a familiar voice calls, but— not one of the familiar voices from here. One of the ones from before, and you start shaking when you recognize it as John’s.

“No,” you groan into the floor weakly. “No, no, don’t— Don’t do this to them, please, please don’t hurt them, I’ll— I’ll do anything, just—”

There’s a hand on your shoulder, and you cry out, shaking, throat aching. You can’t help the sobs that come up, begging, “No, please, don’t—”

The hand snaps away from you, and John’s voice speaks again, saying, “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. You’re gonna— You’re gonna be okay. We’re going—”

“No,” you whisper to him. You try to breathe, then push your eyes open as well as you can. “You guys have to get out. They’ve been trying to find you. They want to get to Leota, you— You have to go—”

“We know,” John says. “They’re all dead, it’s fine. Your boyfriend made sure of that.”

You can’t process that, for a second. Then, you think, Adrian, in a rush, and you sob into the floor, hands grasping against nothing.

“Is he okay?” you ask him, aching. “Please, is—”

“What? Yeah, he’s fine,” John says. “You know you’re chained to the floor, right?”

You huff a humorless laugh, shaking.

“I’m just making sure you know,” John points out. “Because you are the one we gotta make okay here.”

There’s suddenly noises in the hall, and then Chris is there, huge and filling the doorway and you think this is too good to be true, this can’t be real. You’re terrified, but if they’re right— If they’re all dead, if you’re really safe— They can get you out of here and maybe it’ll be okay. Even if— Even if they don’t want you anymore— If Adrian makes you leave— At least you’ll all be okay. You can have that.

Chris comes closer and says, “I’m gonna rip these off, okay?” and you nod as best as you can against the floor.

He starts at your ankles, tears one free with wriggling tugs until it’s yanking out of the floor. When he starts working on the next tight chain, your other ankle getting worked free, your eyes squeezed shut, you hear more boots in the door.

“Oh, God, no,” Adrian’s voice says. Tears spring up again, burning your eyes. You want, more than anything, for him to come to you, but you don’t know if he’ll want you after—

You don’t even have time to finish the thought before Adrian’s hand is gently touching your head as he falls to his knees beside you. He says, “Please, don’t— J— Are th—”

“They’re alive,” John tells him, as Chris snaps off the next ankle chain. He moves up to your arms next.

“Hey,” Adrian says, his hand gently laying on your cheek. “Hey, hey, I’m here. I’m right here, I got you, okay? It’s all gonna be okay, we’re gonna get you out of here— Oh, fuck.” His hands go to the bindings around your throat. “Chris, can—”

Chris leaves your arm for a moment to go to your throat. Adrian holds your shoulder, his thumb stroking along the edge of a bruise.

“You’re okay,” Adrian tells you. “You’re okay, it’s okay. Breathe. You’ll be okay. I’ve got you now, I’m not gonna let you go. Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you, I got you.”

With Adrian bracing you, Chris breaks the bindings pinning you to the ground, the chains coming apart in his hands, a bite against your skin that quickly vanishes. You suck in a breath, and shift your head. The muscles scream, and Adrian’s gloved hands hold your cheeks, gentling you. You can finally flick your eyes up to him, and you see the Vigilante mask. You meet the red visor, and you can feel tears streaming down your face.

“Please don’t leave me here,” you beg him, black eating up the corners of your vision. “Adrian—”

“Oh, no, hey, no,” Adrian hurries to say. “I’m gonna take care of you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, I’ve got you now, I’m not leaving you anywhere, okay?”

You exhale shakily. Upwards, you tell him, “I love you,” before your voice breaks and you say, “I’m sorry—”

“No, no, hey,” Adrian cuts you off. Chris breaks the last chain holding you to the ground, and Adrian’s lifting you into his arms in the next beat, lifting you up against his shoulder, into his lap.

“Don’t leave me,” you beg again. “I don’t want—”

“Hey, I’m not leaving,” Adrian promises. Your tears don’t stop, and Adrian promises, “I mean it, I’m not, I—” He looks away, then back, red visor meeting your eyes. “It’s so fucking stupid, you’re going to be mad at me, I hate myself, but I was trying to ask you to marry me and all I did was fuck everything up and I didn’t tell you and then you were gone and I couldn’t—” Adrian sucks a breath in, wet on the other side of the haze between you. “Please, I’m not— I’m not trying to break up with you, I’d never, I love you. I was being fucking stupid and I never should’ve let you go, I can’t— I love you. I love you,” and then his hand is cupping the back of your head.

His mask presses to your forehead, then to your mouth, where his mouth should be. That encroaching blackness seeps closer to the center of your vision, gnawing away your consciousness. You’ve been here a while, you realize, and your racing heart isn’t doing you any favors. You can’t see well. It’s hurting, but— less, now, so it’s easier.

“Hey,” Adrian says. “Hey, hey, keep— Keep your eyes open, look at me. Look at me—”

You can’t. You want to, and you try, but you don’t have a choice. It happens to you; you’re awake, and then you’re not, slipping away from the vague outline of Adrian’s eyes through the Vigilante visor, not sure if you ever even saw him at all, or if this was one last dream before you finally let go.

In this sleep, you dream. They’re not fully formed, just shapes and colors and nonsense and feelings, but they give you the illusion of time passing, and you rest in this sleep. It’s a healing sleep, cleansing.

When you wake up, you almost do feel rested. You shift, coming into your body in pieces, awareness seeping in like a fog that creeps away.

You open your eyes last. You blink upwards, and see white and grey and blue. It’s unfamiliar, and your frown, turning your head to the side. There’s a crinkle under your head, and a teal curtain to your right.

There’s also a hand in yours. You shift to look towards that feeling, instead, and you see Adrian slumped forward in a chair beside your hospital bed. The side has been lowered to let Adrian rest his upper body on the mattress, his hand in yours, his cheek pillowed on your thigh. His glasses are at an angle, half-hanging off his face, and he’s dead asleep, breath fanning warm from his parted lips over your thighs through the sheet and hospital gown covering you.

You shift gingerly. The haze that had been eating at you when you were trapped in that facility is finally gone, your mind clear again. You’re not sure what they were dosing you with, but clearly it was something, because you can’t help noticing its absence.

Reaching up with your other hand, you realize your forearm is in a cast. You frown, but your fingers are still free, so you keep reaching for him anyway.

You thread your fingers through his hair, just reveling in the way the soft curls twist around your fingertips. You stroke your thumb along his hairline, then down to his cheek, shifting to fix his glasses for him.

His brow twitches, and then he’s blinking, his eyes flickering as he yawns and returns to himself. As he awakens, he slowly becomes aware, his hand tightening in yours.

When he realizes you’re not only holding his hand back, but stroking his hair and looking up at him, he’s surging upwards, cupping your face in his hands. He lets you go just to take you again, kissing you hard before drawing away, kissing your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your temple, your ear, and then back again to your cheek, your jaw, your chin, your lips.

“I love you,” he says against your mouth. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry, you have to know I love you. I can’t lose you, okay? And it doesn’t matter if— It doesn’t matter if everything’s perfect, it doesn’t matter if I don’t propose perfect, that stupid— That stupid book doesn’t fucking matter, I’ll just— I want to marry you,” he insists to you.

He scrambles for his pocket, then pulls a ring out. No box, no bag, nothing. Just a loose ring that he holds up in his hand between you, offering it to you in a thrust forward.

“I love you,” he repeats. “I want to marry you, please, if you’ll still have me. If you still want me. I’m so sorry I fucked up, but I promise, I promise I won’t fuck up again. I’ll tell you everything, and I’ll never try to keep something from you again, and if I want to surprise you, I’ll just— I won’t— I won’t let it get that far again, I swear, I didn’t get it but I do now, I really do, I was thinking about it this whole time and I’m sorry—”

You use as much of your strength as you can to push forward into him and seal him in another kiss. You tilt your head just enough to angle it right, and his returning kiss is desperate, biting into you. His jaw is loose, his kiss turning sloppy when he makes a broken noise into your mouth.

“I’m so sorry,” Adrian whispers to you. “I didn’t get it. I didn’t— But I do now.”

You’re just trying to breathe, to process this. It feels like you’re dreaming, but this is more than a dream. Everything you ever wanted, and, somehow, it’s reality.

“You fucker,” you rasp. “You were trying to surprise me?”

It’s so fucking stupid. It’s so fucking Adrian. Your chest swells; you can barely fucking breathe, right now, looking at him like this.

His face is splotched pink as he explains in a rush, “I wanted to propose and I told Chris that and he told me that I should do some fucking research before just doing that so I found this book, right, and it said to plan the perfect proposal, and I kept trying and it kept getting fucked up and I couldn’t do it, and then you thought I was leaving and I would— I would never leave,” he tells you, firm, hard, loving, determined. “I would never leave. I felt like I was going fucking crazy without you, thinking that— Thinking you were thinking I don’t love you, that I would leave, because I would never. And that stupid fight, God, I am so fucking sorry, I shouldn’t have— I should’ve told you right then and there, but I was still trying, and I shouldn’t have been. I should’ve told you right there that I— I love you. That I love you, and I want to spend my life with you, and I want to marry you, and if you hate me because this happened to you because of me, I get it, I do, and I love you, and I’d— You can do anything you want, anything. But I love you. I love you,” he tells you, eyes burning, just like yours are. “It’s more important I have you than do this perfectly. I was so scared I’d never get to do this at all.”

“Adrian,” you breathe. There are tears on his face, which— You almost never see that. They smear hot on your cheeks when he presses into you, kissing you again, his face a crumpled scrunch as he kisses you with ferocity, determined to keep you.

He separates from you and offers you the ring again. “I’d get if you said no, but—”

“Yes,” you tell him, throat rasping. “I— Yeah. Adrian, yes, please, yes—”

Adrian slides in for another kiss, slotting together perfectly with you. His lips part, and he sighs, then smiles, dragging to kiss you in the space right under your eye. His hands slip to your arm, your wrist, your hand, your fingers, and he slides the ring on, not letting you separate from him.

“It’ll be okay,” Adrian promises you. “I love you.”

In the next days, you’ll tell Adrian everything that happened to you while you were there. He’ll hold you when you tell him about every pain you endured, when he asks about every injury he finds. When your tears burn hot and overflow again, he kisses each mark on your skin, doesn’t release you until you can breathe again.

In return, he tells you what happened in your absence. He tells you about opening the door and finding you being taken, about fighting to take you back only to see you taken into a van and driven away while he was waiting. He’d tried to run after you, but someone had tried to shoot him, and he tells you how he detoured, half-conscious, to find Chris and regroup. He tells you about days spent searching for you with the rest of the team, countless hours spent. He tells you about the people he killed with satisfaction, relishing that their loss has led to your return. The rest of the 11th Street Kids will fill in the gaps, and they’ll take turns sitting with you, and they’ll tell you all, in their own special ways, just how much you matter to them, even if it’s not in so many words.

Leota will thank you, and kiss your cheek, and read quietly with you when you’re too exhausted to speak. John plays games with you until you’re laughing with hysteria, having too much fun to think about the pain. Emilia puts the television on and only talks occasionally, though she holds your hand most of the time. Chris brings music, and rags on you most of the time, and you can’t help smiling at him. Adrian never leaves, refusing to move from your side, often correcting their stories and recounting his side of things instead.

He tells you then, too, about finding you in that place, and you tell him about finding him in return, and you know it’s going to be okay. You know, now, that he’s not going anywhere, that you’re not going anywhere. When he kisses the scar that winds around your throat, you remember not a fleeting moment of dread and doubt, but the overwhelming, consuming heat of his love instead, saving you in all ways, allowing you to save him in return.

“I love you,” he says all the time, now, just to make sure you hear it. It’s the first and last thing he says every time he sees you, even if he’s just leaving the room and reentering. He wants to make sure you know, that you never think otherwise.

“I love you,” you tell him all the time, now, just to be sure he knows. It’s the first and last thing you say every time you see him, even if you’re just going to sleep and waking up again. You want to make sure he knows, that you never think otherwise.

“I love you,” he says, and “I love you,” you always reply, because there is nothing more important than knowing and acknowledging and feeling that, as often as you can, as fiercely as you can.

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merrysithmas · 3 years

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The good thing abt Steve and smth ppl are missing in the current discourse is he really did say Fuck America literally every chance he got and criticized the US govt every second he wore the suit and the govt absolutely hated him for it.

Even in the 40s he didnt want to kill anyone "for America", but as a disabled man couldn't fathom not standing up to the eugenicist Nazis. He wasn't politically motivated by nationalism but instead by human compassion. In fact, it is extremely likely he was highly critical of the US govt as a young man preserum given his impoverished life circumstances and constantly failing health. Living in NYC, seeing the shanty towns in Central Park, unable to afford life-saving medicine, watching Bucky and his mother kill themselves to make a nickle, surrounded by the radical leftist art scene in NY as an art student - Steve saw and lived injustice every day. And empathized with people who suffered different social misfortunes than he did (the woman crying in the movie theatre, "I don't like bullies", Peggy suffering sexism) although his personal list was extensive itself.

To him, the shield was always more of a philosophy and never attached to a specific country, which is what made it so easy for him to blow off 117 countries for Bucky, or tear the star from his chest yet defend the world in the vestiges of his armor against Thanos - he was fighting for what was right and not what was dictated by any country or political ideology (which is the main issue in Civil War with him being against the Accords, and one he was extremely well-positioned to understand having been used as a symbol and propaganda against his will many times, and having witnessed the dangers of state-sanctioned violence in WWII and CATWS. Even if Steve's argument was also faulty to an extent, you can absolutely see why he would argue for that perspective).

Steve was as FDR leftist artist in the Great Depression post Crash 1930s, disabled and chronically ill, diminutive and likely targeted by US eugenicits in NYC who vocally campaigned against disabled people being alive in the 30s (saying they should be sterilized or killed), son of an Irish immigrant single mother, lived in historically queer neighborhood of Brooklyn, an artist, and in the MCU coded as bi. He fights for whoever needs him, not for whoever tells him to. He was always highly critical and tongue-in-cheek/tired of the costume, drawing himself as the dancing monkey in CATFA ("Ready to follow 'Captain America' into the jaws of death?" he confides his mockery in Bucky, who heartwarmingly assures him that no, he is following Steve.) Steve continued to question, dog, and make trouble for the US continually after that until he wholeheartedly said Fuck You in CATWS and just dropped the shield (and never picked it up again until he handed it off to Sam, who he was confident could do something meaningful with it that he was not positioned to as a white man).

Steve visibly appears as a bygone era's "perfect man" and outright REJECTS both this supremacist definition and the shield's gatekeeping/the shield itself. Sam visibly appears as an "outsider" to exclusivist and systemically racist systems and yet EMBRACES the shield's potential. They are both radically standing up for the same cause in different ways and this comparison depicts why they are so closely aligned and best friends.

The irony of Steve Rogers as Captain America is hugely important to his character. In many ways, Steve is depicted as a reluctant hero who struggles with the strength of his own moral ideals versus the highly imperfect symbol he dons. This is different from other superheroes who usually self-create their alter egos as symbols of their more perfect, empowered selves.

In contrast, it is Steve's natural hardiness, independence, and righteous outrage in the face of wrongdoing which represents America's best ideals, but distinctly is opposed to its government which directs that he act as its image. As Steve holds the shield we see the image of a person who is critical of the govt for falling short of its principles and simultaneously embodies the ideal qualities that a equitable and free US is supposed to hold. Importantly, and definitively for his character, Steve as Cap shows how wanting the US really is for the goodness it robotically claims to have. And that is why he is important and impactful as Cap, essentially because he is uncomfortable with and critical of the costume.

The status of the suit often does not coincide with his personal beliefs. Yet he wears it to attempt to level up the system he is, for a while, mired in. Steve is not a patriot, not in the common sense of the world, he is instead a patriot of the humanist cause. This puts him on-site for many enemies, including those domestic to him and thus defines him as a hero.

Though his physical appearance suggests that he might wear the suit with a blind nationalist fervor a la John Walker (depicted as a perfect automaton soldier), Steve could not be further from that mindset (a good individualist man). As a now "perfect specimen" poised to be accepted and revered, Steve has the ability to choose an easy life where he is free of the hardships and ostracization he endured preserum. Yet instead, post CACW, Steve chose to continue to stand on the side of progress, the "little guy", to abandon the shield and now finally proudly embrace his pariah status and fight for those pushed aside or deemed unsalvagable or scapegoated (symbolized by Bucky) as he recognizes that while America's rule may benefit some, it still causes other to suffer and struggle (as he once did).

Not to mention, as a meta point, he was crafted as the "perfect man" from a sick, disenfranchised disabled boy who absolutely loathed Nazis by Jewish comic artists to mock the Nazi Aryan ideal - inverting their eugenicist visual image of perfection by empowering someone Nazis would view as worthless to burn their entire evil regime to ash.

He still, today, stands staunchly at odds with far right extremists and fascists in the US today and worldwide. He's the furthest thing from them and he'd have no problem in showing it. Choosing Sam as his successor, proudly, confidently, lovingly, and as a brother in arms who steps back so others can speak for themselves and tell their own stories, Steve shows his cultural and political understanding and his good heart once again - this time as an ally, friend, and a champion of the heroics of others.

#steve rogers #steve rogers meta in 2021 its more likely than u think #bring him back as nomad pls

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so it does, in fact, permit incest. creating a list of people you should not marry as it is incestuous and leaving out cousins means one thinks marrying cousins is not incestuous and therefore permissible. muslim majority countries have the highest interbreeding rates in the world. also islam doesnt actually call for jihad? those verses form the basis of islamic extremist groups. if ur gonna pull out contradicting phrases then quran is just unreliable and shouldnt be treated as the word of god

it’s not about muslim majority countries, again it’s a pre-islamic practice that simply wasnt mentioned in the quran. it was a common practice in MENASA and continues to be, so thats simply a cultural difference rather than about Evil Pesky Islam. no mention =/= endorsement.

several countries with hardly any muslims and yet they have high rates. like it’s common around the world including in cultures & societies that aren’t predominantly muslim, we can criticise the practice without trying to make everything out into Islam’s fault lmao. also using your basis…

uh ohhh looks like christianity & judaism, by ur standards, “endorse and permit” incest and yet here u are, arguing islam is doing smth unique for an abrahamic religion for… not explicitly forbidding first cousin marriages, by simply making 0 mention of it? maybe… just maybe… there’s something deeper to these issues. maybe real life is more nuanced, more complex, maybe issues have more to them than just “bad religion so bad things that predate religion are caused by bad religion!”

also again, you obviously didn’t read what i said and didn’t read the link, otherwise you wouldn’t repeat the jihad claim. “shouldn’t be treated as the word of god” none of the religious books should lmfao they’re constantly contradicting themselves and are nonsensical. “word of god” lmao. this is the last time ill bother with your stupid ass. if you want to have a discussion, that’s fine. but im not wasting anymore energy talking to someone who wants someone to let their frustration out on, wants to assume the worst of me simply bc i was born into islam & speak of it with nuance, will argue with me over strawmans they created, and won’t even actually read my responses and the links i provide addressing their arguments in detail & with nuance. it just feels to me like u want to use western standards of morality, place it onto the rest of the world, and then blame it on islam (which in this case did not invent first cousin marriages, a practice i showed has literally been common in pre-islamic arabia and simply didn’t mention it) even when it isn’t relevant because you can’t think of the actual root of these problems. misogyny existed in the Middle East before islam. all the issues you mentioned existed before islam. religion is used as a means of justifying misogyny, but only morons would think it’s actually the root of it. you won’t go anywhere with the way u approach shit, all you’ll do is put ppl off and make it clear ur issue isn’t even with the things u mentioned nor with ending those issues u mentioned. u clearly just want someone to lash out at and thought you found the perfect target when u saw that im muslim-born but won’t sit there and spew the convenient black & white arguments westerners on either side love using.

next time you pull this, you will be blocked. once your IP is blocked, there is no unblocking it. find a new punching bag.

#bolded bc u clearly can’t fucking read #why are these ppl like this. next y’all will argue islam invented rape or smth jfc

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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damie vibecca exes au part 21

post directory

em: viola and becs love their lil hikes

em: oh actually did we already designate hiking as a damie thing

em: hmm.

em: yknow what damie and vibecca can both enjoy their weekend hikes

em: they bring isabel and she’s RUNNING up the path and tires herself out in 10 minutes and rebecca and viola swap out piggybacking her

obsetress: yeah it tracks because they both like fitness and viola likes her walks

obsetress: plus viola's like "it's good for isabel"

em: vibecca power lesbians love the challenging trails and damie just enjoy the sights

obsetress: dani venting to jamie one night: they don't even LIKE hiking, but they still had to do the blackjack loop, and WE won't even do the blackjack loop,

em: dani and her fanny packs... every time she sees isabel on a trail she like

em: stuffs her pockets w granola akdhdkfhdj

em: drives viola NUTS she’s like we packed our Own snacks

obsetress: dani gets SO excited

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obsetress: man i love these lil gay bitches

obsetress: no but um

obsetress: jamie gets in some fight w rebecca early on after they've reconnected

obsetress: prob about her dating vi tbh

obsetress: and jamie's so put off by the whole thing and is ranting to dani about it and dani's all like "you just need to have better boundaries, jamie, they're her choices, aren't they? not yours"

obsetress: and jamie just stares at her like.........................................

obsetress: "dani, you literally continued hooking up with viola for weeks after you broke up"

"oh, c'mon jamie, it wasn't weeks"

"no?"

"it was months"

em: dani shooting herself in the foot to like. correct jamie is so funny

em: not even ‘no that’s different’ or ‘no i’ve changed’ like ‘actually it was months’

obsetress: she says it w such a lil pleased smile on her face too

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obsetress:

obsetress: like who the FUCk gave her the right???

obsetress: a whole babe

obsetress: she didn't need to smirk like this

em: god she’s so Hot

obsetress: just think about all the times she and viola get into the banter

obsetress: and this exact face

em: i know we veered dramatically into soft territory w exes au but vi extremely stubborn lloyd and rebecca lawyer do no harm take no shit jessel truly. have some spectacular arguments

obsetress: they have absolute blowouts

obsetress: and then blowouts after the blowouts iywkim

obsetress: like dani's do no harm take no shit but she and vi also enable the SHIT out of each other

em: like dani tried but dani wasnt like. fully baked yet

obsetress: yeah! and then when she finally does and breaks up with her, she's back in her bed a few weeks later

obsetress: rebecca is the first person to not take viola's shit and to tell her no and viola can't fucking stand it

em: jamies convinced it’s a ruse for more make up sex

obsetress: dani's like "no, babe, trust me, i know what that looks like and this––"

"wot"

"what?"

em: dani (hushed) no she’s regular mad this isn’t fun mad

em: jamie (hushed but incredulous) FUN MAD?!

obsetress: please tell me how dani explains fun mad

em: a lil eyebrow waggle and a wink but then i like

em: thought abt her going to lift jamie up on a bench ‘well she kinda’

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obsetress: the way rebecca looks at peter when he is (seemingly) (unfortunately) good w the kids has me thinking about like

obsetress: rebecca seeing vi w isabel for the first time and just

em: turns out the evil landlord shes banging is also…… soft

obsetress: rebecca and jamie on the phone and rebecca's like "i know she's... a landlord and all, but you should've seen her with isabel"

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me, becs––"

"no, maybe you're too quick to write her off. maybe people can be more than one thing"

and jamie just groans

em: poor jamie and her class traitor ex gf

em: blows kiss to rebecca

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em: dani: i gotta go to the bathroom i’ll be right back

em: jamie: ok love

em: dani; (elbows jamie) ive Gotta Go To The B

obsetress: screamed

obsetress: dani trips over her own feet as she gets up to go

obsetress: then i just start thinking about dani absolutely pouncing on jamie the second they get into the bathroom and then i just start thinking about. how often that happens

obsetress: bathrooms or closets or wherever else

em: dani has this 6th sense for places to sneak off to

obsetress: god she DOES

obsetress: she's so good at it

em: she enters a new building and is taking lil notes just in case

obsetress: meanwhile rebecca and viola exchanging a look while they wait, knowing EXACTLY where they're going

em: viola leaning in like how much time do we have and becs is like vi. where’s your decorum

em: then she looks down at her watch and lists it down to the second

obsetress: she pauses

obsetress: then

obsetress: "and another six minutes if––" and vi's like "she'll want to go again"

em: viola buffing her nails on her blazer: she’ll want to go again

obsetress: rebecca rolls her eyes but she's grinning

obsetress: "you're all too smug" "me? smug?" becs just shakes her head and tugs her in by the lapels of her blazer

em: damie coming back to a fairly chaste vibecca kiss: BLEH can you guys GET A ROOM

obsetress: rebecca's just verly placidly like

obsetress: "dani, your zipper is still down, by the way"

em: dani; thanks :)

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em: dani clayton voice i’m braver and severely Weirder than ppl think

obsetress: she's a bit of a weirdo

em: see now i’m thinking about dani glancing away going dang i thought i was keeping it under wraps

obsetress: ngl i think about that a lot like

obsetress: she IS a weirdo but what does jamie know

obsetress: that she's like yeah she's a fucking weirdo

obsetress: like she's anxious and jumpy but jamie wouldn't call that weird

obsetress: what did she know and when did she know it

em: i’m thinking about jamie catching dani doing something like. idk eating a burger layer by layer or w a knife and fork and going

em: what a freak. i’m gonna marry her

em: dani tells jamie no this is a normal american thing and then when they go to vermont jamie realises no this absolutely is not

obsetress: she says something about it and dani doesn't even remember saying it in the first place

obsetress: "i didn't say that"

"you literally did say that"

"why would i say that"

(jamie taylor eyebrow raise) "you tell me"

(dani clayton flush and stutter) "i–– i..."

em: dani mumbles something like i didn’t think it’d pan out like this i just wanted the cool gardener to think i was. semi normal

em: jamie waggles her eyebrows like cool gardener???

obsetress: dani bumps her shoulder into jamie's "shut up"

"don't think i will, actually"

em: jamie starts to v seriously eat her burger layer by layer. danis like ‘ur taking the mick!’ and jamies like (sheepish) naw i just. wanted to see what it’s like

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em: every so often they’ll run into someone who went to school w jamie or knew her as a youth and they’re like ‘wow you’ve mellowed out heaps’

em: therapy queen

em: theyre in a pub and someone’s like ‘as i live and breathe! jamie taylor! i heard you died! someone told me you were arrested for (crime that becomes bigger and more outlandish w every new person)’ and jamies like ‘aye’ and they’re like

em: all sharing a beer at a quaint little pub n this old acquaintance from before has these v chaotic stories and danis like

em: jamie? my jamie? u must be confused. jamie goes to bed at 9:30pm watching antiques roadshow

obsetress: jamie just grins a lil

em: danis like haha jamie wow ur so mysterious and (she is already casing the joint for places to sneak off too)

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em: damvibecca sittin in a circle passing a joint around

em: a nice thought

obsetress: Wholesome

obsetress: dani falls asleep first, with her head in jamie's lap and they're all just kinda vibin and rebecca gets up to get her a blanket or smth and vi's just kinda like

obsetress: "you're really good for her, you know"

obsetress: all quiet and pensive

em: jamie takes a loooooonng pause and she’s like. i was sceptical but. you’re good for becs too

em: and then even quieter she’s like

em: thanks

em: the softest thank u from one jamie taylor

obsetress: rebecca gets back and looks back n forth between the two of them

"why are you two being weird"

"we're not–- what?"

"we're just sitting here, baby"

obsetress: rebecca narrows her eyes

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obsetress: jamie likes vi for becs because vi reminds her to live a little

obsetress: and can also keep up with her temperament because holy shit did jamie hate all of becca's bougie shit

em: jamie absolutely has um

em: like a repairs pile that shes gonna get around to Some Day re fixin clothes etc and

em: as much as i love 'rebecca and jamie worlds most calm and collected no drama couple' im defs toying with like

em: their ONE Big fight is beccs throws out the repairs pile

obsetress: "i was gonna––"

"no you WEREN'T, jamie!"

em: jamies like i The Tool I Needed is outta stock i had to- and becs is like? what, like you couldnt make do?

em: and even then when the heat dies down its still v calm and civil but like

em: FINALLY a lil dramatic angle to jamie rebecca

em: dani loves the repairs pile bc she loves a project

obsetress: she's also very content to let jamie have her silly little thing

obsetress: because it doesn't bother her and jamie is very good at keeping it in her space

obsetress: rebecca asks her about it one day and dani's like "oh i'm just glad she has a hobby :)"

em: couple times jamie's like. shes been tryna repair this one chair for months and eventually shes like

em: (swings axe) winters coming

obsetress: dani just watches with the dopiest grin

obsetress: jamie's all wot

obsetress: and dani's like

obsetress: :) you're hot :)

em: danis like hey i know its a brisk autumn but um

em: if u wanna

em: mimes taking shirt off

obsetress: jamie does it

obsetress: jamie rolling her eyes as she unbuttons the top couple buttons then tugs her shirt over her head

obsetress: but she's grinning

obsetress: dani sneaking up behind her as she's sorting the wood and just leaning into her bare back

obsetress: jamie jumps "oi!" and dani grins and nuzzles between her shoulders

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obsetress: been having so many becca feelings in our rewatch

em: oh gosh

em: i love her she truly is a tragic character

obsetress: same

obsetress: i just want her to live happily ever after in her lil power lesbian outfits with her lil power lesbian wife

obsetress: like she needs someone who can MATCH her

obsetress: her energy and her intensity and her passion

obsetress: and like she and jamie can push each other to be better but jamie’s just kinda like “lemme chill n do my gay little tasks” yknow

em: ya and like they Worked but they worked Much better as friends than anything romantic

em: jamies the lesbian best friend that’s like girl. stop settling for mediocre men with accents

obsetress: yeah!

em: jamie ‘how soon is too soon to ask out my good friend rebecca jessel after her v messy break up w peter quint’ taylor

em: and then rebecca ends up being the one like ‘have you ever thought about us?’ while jamies agonising over it like four months later

em: rebeccas a little go getter and jamie needs a little bit of a shove sometimes

obsetress: jamie, surrounded by three shovers,

obsetress: rebecca says it so casually over dinner like she’s talking about the weather and jamie’s like !?

obsetress: i can also see like

obsetress: rebecca says that bit about "have you ever thought about us" at dinner and jamie blanches and second guesses everything they do "is....... is this a date" becca just shrugs "do you want it to be?"

em: jamies motormouthing like ok but i cannot stress enough that i was comforting you about ur break up in a friend way no ulterior motives way i am ur friend first and foremost and rebecca just like

em: lets her get it out of her system

em: ‘well what about my ulterior motives’

obsetress: she WOULD

obsetress: "did you ever consider that maybe i had ulterior motives"

em: jamie: (pursing her lips, furrowing her brow that way she does) you had a messy break up with peter quint….. to seduce me.

em: rebecca: mmhmm

obsetress: jamie: me?

obsetress: rebecca: well, maybe a couple of reasons, but... yeah. you were up there

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em: after i asked out [ex] i spent ages agonising over when it would be appropriate to kiss her (i know...) and then one night at a party she’s like ‘so why haven’t u kissed me yet?’ and i’m like are u fucken. mate it takes two to tango

obsetress: oh my god?

em: drawing from that

em: jamie thinks they’re taking it slow (but not that slow) and rebecca is like girl what

em: ‘i never took you for old fashioned’

‘wot, me?’

'mmhm’

‘old fashioned?!’

‘well, you haven’t kissed me yet-‘

‘you haven't kissed me! i figured you wanted to take it slow after p-‘ and then rebecca like full on dips jamie and kisses her

em: rebeccas like always wanted to do that at least once lol

em: jamie is speechless for a couple minutes

obsetress: rEBECCA

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obsetress: thinking thoughts rebecca jamie same height but rebecca heels

obsetress: jamie looking up @ her all

obsetress: rebecca in her heels and is chilly and jamie getting up onto her tip toes to wrap her big coat around rebecca's shoulders

em: softtt

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #featuring soft jambeccas...#one more!#when im done editing it!#would u believe we go on a lot of tangents also i edit a bunch of keysmashes out jshabfkas

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dastardlydandelion · 3 years

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what fic ideas are you MOST EXCITED to write (hopefully. maybe. if we're lucky) for Fear Street? what ideas do you want to see, but don't feel up to writing for one reason or another i.e. too much research involved, not the right genre for you, etc.

ahhhh!!! shiit, dude. i'm gonna answer this under the cut bc some of it's nasty, ngl.

i would rly like to write the ruby movie u know we're prolly not gonna get but ngl, that would defo take a shit ton of research. that would take me forever and i am already buried in wip.

obvi i'm only attached to like 10 versions where both berman sisters survive. that's already been written a couple times tho. i'm p busy rn so i haven't read those fics yet, but oof!! they're defo on my list!!!! i'd be p excited to write that if i had a version that was distinct enough...which ig i'll know after i read the existing ones.

ziggy getting killed by ruby. u know me and my gory sensibilities. i also think it'd be a neat angle, since another user on here pointed out, she's p close with ruby's mom.

pre-1978 cindy/alice having a rly mean and brutal argument that evolves into angry + angsty sex.

ziggy/sheila gritted teeth enemies to lovers where they team up against nick, torture him to death, and then have passionate sex on top of his dead body. it's gross, yes, i'm a gorror fan, i am gross sometimes. i'm thinking in this 'verse somehow ziggy figures out it was nick summoning the devil and this time, sheila's ass is actually grateful that ziggy saves her. she body worships ziggy during sex and submits to some srs spanking and erotic sadism to apologize for being a bully. this fic would be total porn. nothin deep, just porn for porn's sake.

super angsty fic where one berman sister has to kill the other. i'm thinkin they both survived nightwing 1978 where tommy is still the killer but later, after being rejected by ziggy, nick purposefully picks cindy's name to hurt her. soo cindy gets possessed and ziggy gotta kill her. maybe resuscitation is successful tho, soo no bummer ending? idk. i have a couple different versions in my brain. i'm not *usually* one for downer endings, but also, grief oriented horror resonate big w me, so.

lighter platonic fic of ziggy + nurse lane bonding. ziggy venting her frustrations of being ignored and snubbed by her older sister and bullied by her peers. mary finding solace in the company of a young girl bc her own is gone and her grieving process is complicated by the circumstances.

day in the life of martin at work. housekeeping and custodian-ing are not identical and his position involves more maintenance work than mine (not that mine has none, esp not at my old place where they p much called me for any maintenance nonsense whenevs the actual maintenance guy was ??? well idfk where he was, i stg that guy was hungover half the time) but it's p similar in certain aspects and i 10/10 guarantee that man has seen some shit. literally. martin hanging out with ziggy after long day at work, maybe they go dance on nick's grave or smth.

yes, i keep returning to the idea of alice being the killer in nightwing and running wild with a chainsaw. i just. see it. and yk me, i love my gory messes. chainsaw camp slasher = big bloody mess.

hmm...not much for deena or sam in my mind rn, so u'd think that means i don't like them but it's honestly just the opposite?? i love them and their story was so perfectly done in the canon proper that i don't feel any need to add onto it or explore it from another angle, or alter it for my own purposes. tbvh i feel fully satisfied with their narrative in canon in such a way it brings me inner peace...but if i think long enough, i'm sure i'll come up with some kinda au for them i'd be interested in.

whew!! what one am i *most* excited for? pervy me rly wants the alice/cindy idea, sensible me would be excited to write the 1978 sequel where cindy's the next killer. in an ideal world where i already knew more abt errday life in the 60s and didn't have a guaranteed 10+ hrs of research before proceeding, i'd be most excited abt writing ruby lane's possession. but at present the sheer amnt of research that would take me when i've already got much other work and the tory + max werewolf fic a perfect but demanding undertaking, like...oof. i can't rn.

#lucdarling #my fic tag #my scenario tag

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thisdreamplace · 3 years

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Hey!

I met my sp almost 2 years ago (2019) and since then i fell in love with him. we went on some dates tho, he rejected me later. at that time i didn't know about the law so i reacted a lot to the 3D and manifested some 3rd parties and arguments with him. he blocked me tho and we went no contact. i found out about loa and it confused me a lot cause everyone said smth different. also i was focused on manifesting a text message rather than living in the end. altough i always tried to shift my focus, i lived in a lot of anxiety. also his social media acc is a trigger point and i try to avoid it for my best.

so he texted me in may 2020 and i was shaking so much (what a dumbass) and we messaged all night, it was some nasty sh*t. at the end of the chat he said that it was all a joke and that it was all his buddy. i felt so hurt and was so shaken up by the fact, that he played me like that? also really naive of me to let it go so far. so i went no contact and texted him one week later with alot anxiety. as u guess, he was so mean and told me some hurtful things. so i let him. i didn't know about neville back then. i went no contact, til he texted me in dec 2020, it was bc i saw his story) he apologized and he was really kind to me. we messaged again at night, but it was some fwb thing again. he told me he wanted to meet up but then he ghosted me. yea.. i texted him and he said he writes with another girl. and i was like "???" i told him good luck and went no contact.. he then unadded me a month later in jan 2021 which threw me away from my mental diet and so on.

What i am trying to say is that i am really disappointed that i can't seem to reach a point where he sees me more than a chick with a body. i wanted him to be interested in me, to show me love. to open up to me, a relationship! i tried all things, methods, meditations, sats. i am always feeling like i am not doing enough , i am searching for evidence i trigger myself with his socialmedia or some things that happened.

i dont know what went wrong. one thing that bothers me also is that he makes music and wants to gain fame which means that girls have his attention or he thinks he is something better. i also have a feeling of i can't reach him cause i feel like i am not that good for him. he is the kind of guy who had a hard life which messed him up.

also i am feeling nostalgic as soon as i am going somewhere. it's a feeling of " i rather be here with him than alone or with anybody else" time is also a factor which messes with my mind. i wanted to move away and idk how that will mess with my manifestation and his music career is also a thing which makes me anxious.

even now i am trying my best, but it seems like everyday is the same day. i wonder if our relationship will even happen..

i am not living in the old story, i just wanted to let it all out and u seem like a person who would get this. i hope u can give me some tips. i don't wanna sound dumb but yea my story is a bit messy. thank u for reading it, i appreciate ur time. u are my last hope!

Hey!!

Thanks for feeling free to share all of this. Sometimes it really does help just to get all this out, so you can continue moving forward freely.

The truth is, I can see where you went wrong clearly. In all honesty, your self concept has been neglected. And remember, when speaking of self concept it is much deeper than self esteem, but of course, why wouldn’t you want a high self esteem too? Anyway, you have put all of your effort into him. Every technique you did was for him, everything you have done has been entirely for him. And yet, the gag is, you are the one who has to change. He cannot possibly change without you having changed first. Because this is your reality and that’s just how the law works.

So, for example, all those times you took anything he’s willing to give you. You listed everything you wanted... but you quickly settled for less. What does that say about your self concept? It has nothing to do with him, although I know we do like to feel comfortable pointing the finger. When it comes to sp manifestations though, I will be completely honest in this way. There’s a big responsibility we have to take that may feel uncomfortable to do, since we are used to living in a world where people hurt us and we feel sad and blame them. We expect them to do something to make us feel better or we cut them off. Though, there is no one to blame here. There’s only full responsibility to take. There’s just you who will need to choose whether you are worth taking the responsibility of changing your life.

So all that being said, here’s some tips, based off what you said. Firstly, I would fully suggest you take a step back and focus on yourself. It’ll be scary, for sure. It’ll be uncomfortable, for sure. Especially because you spent so much time on him. But you have to be honest with yourself. Has that time paid off? The truth is, you have nothing to lose. Either things will stay the same or you will finally experience all you ever wanted to. But you must decide you are worth the risk of leaving those comforts behind.

So, as you focus on yourself you need to be thinking about how you see yourself in relation to the world, first. Are you worth it? Are you able to have anything you want? Are you limited or limitless? Do you see yourself as creator of your reality or a victim to your reality? Do what you need to do to begin answering these questions. You want to move into a state where you are able to answer positively to each of these questions. You do that through persistent practice. Through reminding yourself of who you truly are and how you can have anything you want. How you are worth all of the effort. How your desires are yours already, so you truly have nothing to worry about it. Remember, you do all this for you. Not for anyone or anything else.

As you get comfortable with your self concept and who you truly are as creator of your reality, you could allow yourself to start thinking of your sp again. Not as the center of your world, because you are already the center of the world. There is no one to change but self. But you can begin to lift him up in your mind, as you have lifted yourself up. You wrote exactly how you feel he is, and the truth is, if you continue seeing him like that he has no choice but to play that role. So, choose a new story. How is he really? He is successful in his music career and so what? He is so lucky to have you by his side. All those options you mentioned? They never meant anything, because you are the only one he wants. He doesn’t see anyone other than you. You are first best, you are the only best. He treats you like the God you already are. Because you have been God this entire time, and focusing on your self concept as the first step will help you to accept all these wonderful things about your sp.

I understand your feeling, of feeling nostalgic and just wanting to be with your sp. Let those feelings come up, don’t feel the need to run from them. They’re so valid. People in relationships still miss their person when they’re apart, no? It’s not a big deal. In fact, it’s important not to run from those feelings. Cry it out, throw a fit if you so feel the need to do so. Then brush yourself off and get back into your God energy. Because it’s always waiting for you, at all moments. The unconditional love that your Godself is, is always welcoming you in. You just have to remember to choose to allow yourself to feel it. Time seems so scary in the outer world, but the hard fact is you can be worried about time all day and it’s not going to change anything. So, benefit yourself and actively work on letting it go. Accept it’s not even real, no matter how much your ego will want to hold onto believing it is. Time isn’t running out, everything is happening perfectly Your relationship with your sp is yours and everything has it’s own appointed hour. All you have to do is accept it and allow yourself to enjoy the journey, or even dislike the journey some days if that’s what you’re feeling like. Stop judging everything and allow it to be instead.

You got this!! Hopefully you find this helpful. We all cannot wait to hear your lovely success story!! 💖

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hollowisthyname · 3 years

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Hello, Icarus! Please infodump to me about Danganronpa?

okay so! I had written out a whole thing but then tumblr deleted it! so that was fun! /s but now that I know what I'm going to write it's much easier, so that's good 😌

n e ways, I'm gonna do like a basic timeline w explanations and some other stuff that hopefully I'll remember once I start writing!! so let's go :D

a list of everything danganronpa in chronological order (not the order that you should play/watch the stuff in, I'll put that in the explanations)

Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak High School - Despair Arc (DR3) - second anime, watch along with the Future and Hope arcs after playing the first two games (and UDG if you want to). backstory for the cast of the second game.

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (THH) - first main game, play first. also has an anime that's basically the same as the game, but since there's not enough time to put everything from the game into the anime I definitely recommend playing the game. high school students from a prestigious school trapped in said school are forced to play a killing game, hijinks ensue.

Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls (UDG) - third game, not main. play after playing the first two games. very different game mechanics from the main three, and widely considered not cannon by the fandom. I like it though, and it introduces a lot of really interesting characters along with giving a v underdeveloped character from the first game a lot more character development. it's not necessary to play it (though one of the characters plays a pretty big part in the third anime, so that would make more sense if you already knew her), but I think it's interesting and fun. there are also robot fights.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (DR2 or SDR2) - second main game, play after playing the first game. same basic premise as the first game, except it's a different class (same school though) and this time they're on an island. even more hijinks and plot twists than the first game.

Super Danganronpa 2.5: Komaeda Nagito to Sekai no Hakaimono - (I could only find the Japanese title for this one, sorry 😔) kinda also part of the second anime? watch after playing the first two games (and UDG if you want) and watching DR3. character is woken up from a coma via overdramatic and overpowered other character.

Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak High School - Future and Hope Arcs (DR3) - second anime, watch along with the Despair arc after playing the first two games (and UDG if you want to). aftermath of the first two games.

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony (DRV3) - third main game, fourth game in total. I don't actually know when it happens bc they're v secretive about everything, so I'm just putting it last. play last. same premise as the first two, the class is trapped in a school with a courtyard and a huge sort of dome around everything. peak hijinks, too many plot twists to count.

woo!! that's the timeline as I know it, hopefully I didn't miss anything. and I have managed to remember what else I was going to say, so let's move on to section two:

the mechanics of the games

danganronpa is, at its core, a glorified visual novel. every character has a certain amount of sprites for when they talk, as well as voice lines that aren't usually the exact text on the screen but fit the vibe of whatever they're saying. and as I've said before, there's quite a lot of talking. these games have more plot than should really be possible and most or all of it is done through dialogue. cutscenes and class trials are the only parts that are reliably fully voice acted, but there are a lot of those.

as for the parts that are less visual novel-y: you can walk around, and the settings are pretty much as 3d as the 2d-ish style of the game allows. you can also click on things, and sometimes clicking on stuff will get you monocoins, the currency of the game, which means you'll be able to buy presents for the characters!!

"now why do I need presents for the characters?" you ask. well, that's because you're given a certain amount of free time each game to hang out with characters you want to get to know better! the game's ending is fixed, so you won't change the course of the game by who you do or don't hang out with, but you can learn more about characters and become closer to them! giving them presents they like makes them like you more :D

and the most exciting part of danganronpa, what a lot of people play the games for, the true lure of the game.... the class trials!!

so these characters are in a killing game, right? basically, they're faced with a sort of lose-lose predicament: stay trapped in the school forever, or kill one of your classmates to "graduate". but it's not as simple as that, because in order to graduate, you can't be caught. and how do you determine whether or not a criminal has been found out? well, a trial of course!

enter the class trials. every student (barring dead or severely wounded ones) is required to participate in a kind of mock trial- except someone's really dead, and they need to find the murderer or they'll all die too.

(right, did I forget to mention that? only one person can graduate. getting out alive insures that none of your classmates get the luxury of doing the same.)

so, yeah. the class trials are a true fight for life on both sides, because who ever loses will be executed.

and they're really, really fun.

entirely voice acted! enough minigames that the list of them is probably longer than this entire post! the joy of solving the mystery! the... execution, right in front of everyone.

hey, it's a dark game. not like they're trying to hide that. and the executions aren't actually all that gory most of the time, but they're still very much there and onscreen. also as close to fully animated as the games ever get, which is pretty cool.

so how the class trials work is this:

there's a murder. dun dun duuuun. you investigate everywhere related to the murder to get "truth bullets", which are the reason you don't immediately fail at the trials. you don't have to remember all of them, they're all written down in your e-handbook. plus, the protagonists all seem to have really good memories.

time for the actual class trial!! Monokuma (asshole bear running the killing game) introduces everything, explains the rules. and everyone starts talking.

there are a lot of different parts to the class trial, but most of it is "nonstop debates". everyone talks one after the other, and you have to find inconsistencies and shoot the right "weak spot" with the right truth bullet. you refute the lie or mistake and everyone goes back to arguing normally.

there's also hangman's gambit (weird hangman to find a key word), multiple choice things (self-explanatory), and plenty of others.

near the end of the trial (or sometimes only a little over halfway in, it varies), the killer will.... kind of become obvious. there's a specific kind of change in behavior that's the mark of the murderer in these games, but I'm not sure how to describe it exactly. a lot of times there's an accent change, and in general they start acting much more erratic. since it's a trial, though, even after this presents itself you still have to prove your case beyond reasonable doubt.

and once it's become clear to the killer that they're backed into a corner, you have to do the "bullet time battle". it goes by different names in different games, but the basic mechanics are the same: you battle against a student (usually the killer, but not always) in a rhythm-based battle where you have to click to the rhythm to refute your opponent's statements. once you've dealt enough damage, you shoot the final piece of evidence, and that's the end of it.

the murderers react differently different times. sometimes they break down and confess. sometimes they keep denying it. sometimes, they're just calm. however they act, though, the end is the same. they are caught and punished accordingly.

but before that, there's one more thing to do. the closing argument.

your final task is to explain how the murder was committed, from idea to execution (look, a pun! see I can be funny too 😌). and you have to do it... as a manga.

you don't have to draw the whole thing yourself ofc- you just have to fill in the missing panels and then watch as the protagonist narrates it to the rest of the class.

and that's all for the class trial, not counting the long talks after every execution while still in the courtroom.

wow, this is getting...... really, really long. there's only one more thing I'm gonna add, and I promise it will be much shorter than the other two bc it is late and I am officially Incredibly Fucking Tired.

with no further ado, a very short part three:

my general impression of the game. its vibes or smth, I dunno this is just what i think about it

when I first heard of danganronpa, I thought it was a horror game. I can now assure you that it is not. thriller? maybe. debatable. but definitely not horror.

and despite its extremely dark premise, this game is not all doom and gloom. there's so much stuff about hope, and overcoming despair even when it seems impossible... it's not exactly a happy game, but there's a lot more of that in there than you'd probably expect.

all in all, I love this game. so much. it means a lot to me, and I think it's a really good game. thanks for letting me talk about it so much asdhfd :D

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janexeu · 4 years

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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, JANE MÁRQUEZ is actually a descendent of HYPNOS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-SIX year old DEMIGOD ELEMENTARY EDUCATION MAJOR from NEW ORLEANS, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite SACRIFICIAL & STUBBORN.

( she’s b-b-b-back on her bs : katya ! tis uhm ,,,, a lil bit of a chonk of an intro but ill try 2 b cute w it. any time u wanna yeet jus peep the gif again & forgive me bc Look At Her ! )

POWERS ( more info here )

hypnokinesis — p much made her a glorified babysitter w lynch-esque wacko dreams. it got stronger naturally as she got older, but jus w herself n eventually the ppl shes real close w. its also gotten a lot better since comin to eonia

seeing gods in dreams — she doesnt hang out w em every fridays at tgifs but like ,,, if she had Pertinent Questions she cud smhw make it happen. found out abt her being a demigod at age 10 when she met hypnos

memory retrieval — shes got great memry of her own but bc she knows it can help w grief n all that, shes been learnin in eonia how to do it 4 others if they mayb wanted it

BIO POINTS

her single ma died during childbirth so jane's been in the foster care system since 5ever. attempts at reunification nvr worked out but thankfully she got real lucky w her group home and foster families. twas stable enough to not emotionally scar her even further but the instability of it all was fosho a big ol’ lot and has influenced her rigidness in sum aspects of her life

she lived p much as a mortal even tho her powers r a lil freaky. never went to camp but it worked out bc all her abilities r internal and cannot be Perceived by others. she had a talk w hypnos abt what 2 do n he mentioned camps but also gave sum monster avoidance tips ( like rarely use ur powers, maybe learn self defense, yada yada ) n she jus ,,, did that so she cud continue livin real normal w the mortals. logistics of camp stressed her out esp bc shes livin w non-family n stuff yk it was All Too Much, miss her w the added demigod stress tyvm

got married at 23 to her childhood sweetums luis, but he ,,, died abt a yr later fr a car accident. coma for 2 weeks n jane p much slept the entire time in his hospital room, visitin his dreams n talkin to him. twas a life support sitch so they eventually decided to pull da plug whch was real sad but like she's processed it 2 da best of her abilities. her powers helped a lot in the coping too n she visits memories of him in her dreams smtms when it gets real sad then shes ok again bc life goes on n life is pretty uwu

bc of her bg round kids of all kinds, shes always been passionate abt em. always takin babysittin/tutor gigs and went to community college so she cud teach n then worked as an elem teacher. only started considerin goin 2 eonia 4 postgrad when she had a student who showed signs n strugglez of bein a demigod. she eventually got to talk to their godly parent 2 confirm n she was shocked pikachu meme, real concerned for all those youngins who hav no clue what to do ! or how to cope ! bc they cant facetime w the olympians lyk she can ! so cue her discussin eonia w luis a lot then a year after the accident, broke out the pro-con list again. took abt *checks watch* another yr til she finally decided to zoom 2 athens but then whoosh she did !

PERSONALITY

yearning ? idk her — shes can be a bit of a take it as is typa chick. can be a lil literal jsksj not dumb but like ,,, def doesnt read into things enuff to pine n long n year yk. some things might def fly over her head. she says Yes To Serotonin in this house. she dk the the mitskis n the sikens n the carsons ; its all mary oliver up in this joint. we just tryna luv life n be grateful folkz

le freak, say chic ! — control freak, that is. growin up in an unstable envi meant shed cling 2 stability n independence, wrvr she cud get it. so when it comes 2 the way she does things, she can be real a heel digger. also bc she has 2 deal w kids yk so it can b A Lot n shes v stern lyk dat. ofc she wont infantilize the eonians .,,,. or will she ? big sis vibes outta control. she means well tho always always means well. itll also b v hard to get her 2 giv up on sum1 bc life ? she luvs it n knows u can too

changes by david bowie — is decidedly skipped on the playlist. she doesnt like change !!! i mean she knows its inevitable but still not entire unavoidable. ever since she got out of the system, shes had a partner n her own way of doing things n its been workin out so why change it yk ? she says time may change me but jokes on u i can sorta trace time

rip but im different — this goes out to all em whores in this house. she respectz ur hustle but like ,,,, not her thang. girl doesnt even get drunk when she drinks bc she doesnt rlly drink sksjsk doesnt like the taste of it, big baby ! but like she's Lived, its more like. ok tried it, not for me. thanks tho. also for all the meanies in the house, y’all perplex her. shes empathetic n wont show the judgement but smtms shes lowkey lyk .,., ur how old n u had all this goin 4 u n ur still so rotten ? how u actin like a 7yo w a trantrum ? scratch head, make it make sense

at least u tried — dad jokes, bad puns, tries to be big jokester but isn't funny. she's pretty tho so she gets away with it. idk wht else 2 say ur honor. shes the type thatll embarrass u w affection

well that was Awkward — probably sum1 abt her if they see her actin a Fool bc shes in a foreign sitch or topic. when shes a fish outta water then she can be so ! easily ! flustered ! which is p much her in eonia. shes not new new but theres way 2 much godly shennanigans for her to wrap her head ‘round n sis has never gone to camp so its ice bucket challenge level shock from time to time still w da magics n lore

til death do us part — yknow when death cab for cutie said i knew that u wer a truth i wud rather lose than 2 hav nvr lain beside at all ? how abt when they wrecked me by rudely sayin love is watching sum1 die ? yes ? no ? nywy thats jane 4 ya. if she loves then shes in and if shes in then she is all in, luke danes stylez

was that a vivid enough picture or did i just word vom the same things agen n agen sjksjs jus know shes cute n sweet if a lil frustrating n annoying bc shes stubbornpants mcgee. may or may not have a slight compulsion to help fix other ppl ..,,.. someone set her str8 n tell her fix u by coldplay isnt it !!!

OTHER INFO

5′9″ born 4 october 1994, virgo sun n moon

not a freshie ! idk how long her program is but like ,,, lets ignore that 4 now ok jus kno that she been here a while

yogi & boxing enthusiast back at home. hc her mans got real into the martial arts w her when hypnos told her she gotta learn how 2 defend so that was one of their things : bonding by workouts so jane cud protecc herself if need be

her maiden name’s jane fulton. got her mommas surname but the name jane ? thats some jane doe bs some rando picked out for her which she hated at first but then seeing tarzan made her go hmmm, ok bet !

lgbtq+ alliance president ! identifies as pan

she met her late hubbie when they were abt 7ish, real friends 2 lovers cuteness. jane was there for him throughout his entire coming out & transition ergo her passion for the community esp queer kids bc she was That Cis Ally for her mans. wears her ring as a real lowkey necklace now

shes also real passionate abt sleep. will ask u how did u sleep last night p much every day u see her bc ppl spend like half their lives asleep catherine ofc shes gonna ask

her fave thing abt eonia ? the whole siblings bit. shes had 2 make do w what she got n build a family from scratch so this ? she luvs it a lot let her give u kithes hypnos babies

shes p well versed in the greek thingies but only thru the knowledge mortals gets + dream info. after her realizin who she is, all things ancient greek jus sorta became her niche interest ykwim ? shes not like Super Learned abt it more like ,,, ok i gotta at least make Sum sense outta all this, gotta learn what i can. imagin how embarrassin it wud b 2 see a god in ur dream n then go : sorry to this man. nope. not jane, not her, nuh-uh

luv languages : words, acts of service, physical touch !

useless hcs but she loves disney sfm ok. smtms dresses up as princess tiana for bday parties n shit bc shell do nythin 2 put a smile on the kids n babs faces

ya like jazz ? bc jane surely does ! adores motown & 60s music. nina simone owns her. no one drag peggy lee from 101 dalmatians ! not an important hc but i jus wanted to quote my bubble butt winged bee lover barry

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

children ! infants ! babies !

demigods that make her scratch head damn u live like this ? but also wud knife emoji to protect n care for. shes not the oldest on campus but shes been livin independently p much her entire life so she finks shes got a tight grasp on the myth that is Adulting

srsly tho the Big Sis vibes is off the charts w this one. shell perserve u dumdums

baddie influencies !

convince her 2 get drunk at a party ! bc she never does. convince her to maybe try drugs ! or go hook up ! do smths impulsive idk jus smth new !

gl tho bc shes not rlly ,,, easily influenced But she can b reasoned w ! in general i fink its just gonna be a fun dynamic if y/m knows how to coax sum wildness outta her or w/e bc thotty yummy theyre hotty yolo rzning jus wont do w this gal. will most likely get argumentative like a big ol momma hen but if u win then ur winning big

Sleep Now or forever hold ur peace !

idk sum1 she helps w their messy sleep ? shes def not super public w it, surely knows her other siblings r Better at it but if y’all are close, she probs enjoys doin it 4 ya. she runs her hair thru fingers a lot when she does it. like a lot a lot unless u tell her to get lost

lover boi, lover gorl, lover enby !

she can be a lil traditional when it comes to how she views rels. she wants all that meetcute courting bs ! no gender roles tho n u best be sure shes not constantly comparin w her late hubbie ,,, but she jus wants smth magical n 2 be wooed again yk ?

so yea ,,, crushers mayhaps ? sum1 who is tryin 2 woo her ? sum1 she had a meetcute w and now janes got lowkey heart eyes for em ? idk lotsa possiblities but pls keep in mind she is not good at the flirtings so hav mercy on her

eonia tour guide !

or jus friends who like ,,, constnatly fill her in w all the godly stuff n whatnot. years of not goin 2 camps mean u miss out on a lot ! explore ruins w her n get her info her mortal educ didnt make her privy 2 yk

head real empty atm i will think of sum n let y’all know when i do, but give us all the conekshunz. friends, enemies, the usual bit, lgbtq alliance peeps, lmk whats up whats done whats cookin we want it all

( shes p much a new muse n da result of me tryna bring in an emotionally healthy kid to this sad sad university. janes in a v good well-adjusted place rn n is my therapy muse bc that other bitch m** is a messy handful. but wbk life aint linear so mayhaps shit’ll hit da fan or one of y/m will ruin her lmfao press f pls ! but also color me eyes emoji bc we love to see it )

#euintro

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waveypedia · 4 years

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Have anything else for that Team Spyience au you made ages ago? Some writng or a bullet list? I crave angst.

The AU in question

Yes!! Aaaaahh i was so excited when I saw this ask because i’m so happy people still like it!! I’m definitely still thinking about it, don’t worry. The old AU hinges on the fact that FOWL doesn’t have a way into Scrooge’s company and family but uhhhh that’s not how it is now lmao. So I’ve been thinking about revamping it for a couple months now. I don’t want to do anything concrete until we know a little more about FOWL and how it works. We know who its agents are and a little bit about its goals but we really don’t know anything about its inner workings, what the Board’s dynamic is with their agents, what their dynamic is with modern SHUSH (if it even exists), etc etc. all of which are things that would probably be addressed in the Team Spyience AU! It is an AU but I’d like to build on canon as much as possible (unless there’s something that I really don’t vibe with) since it’ll be cleaner and less confusing that way. Like if I threw 2019 Team Spyience AU at you guys rn it would 1) be confusing since the FOWL structure and motives are completely different from canon and 2) be less interesting since there’s SO much potential for angst and drama with the Board, Rockerduck/Jeeves, and Gandra as part of FOWL. (and oh boy I’m so excited to work with that!!!)

(sorry for that long block of text sdfgfds i wasn’t sure how to break it up)

that being said I have built a bit of a shaky foundation for a redone Team Spyience AU for when we learn more!! and ahhh i’m so excited to share. For bullet points, here are some ideas swimming around in my head. these all could change with new information from the show or just if i think of something better tbh

so this might change when we learn more about the Board in general and the nitty-gritty of FOWL’s plans, but right now I’m thinking that the Board realizes that 1) Gyro and his ragtag band of science nerds are powerful and stubborn, and will most definitely get in the way of their plans 2) Gyro already hates the Board, and if anyone in McDuck Enterprises were to pick up on their treason, it would be him 3) They have a strong foothold for control in the company, second only to Scrooge (and even that’s debatable), but they have minimal control over Gyro and the science department. So this time around it’s less about needing to spy on Scrooge and more about wanting to control Gyro and Team Science. how that translates to “capturing them and forcing them to spy on their boss and his family” is still up in the air, but i’ll let you guys know when i figure it out! (and if you all have any ideas lmk)

we all know Gyro dislikes the Board but it’s mostly just annoyance/spite since they always shut down his inventions. Here, though, he would hate them. He would probably start like smack-talking them to everyone he can, especially Scrooge, which is his own way of trying to get them to realize the Board is evil without tipping the Board off to his treachery. Scrooge would be confused and it would be like the first crack in the Board’s carefully built facade, but it wouldn’t work for him. He probably just thinks Gyro’s being his mean self.

Huey, though... I’m pretty sure Huey’s gonna end up researching FOWL since it’s his season, and he spends enough time around Team Science to notice how off they’re all acting, without being too busy to pay it much mind (like Scrooge). so one of Gyro’s snarky remarks will tip him off, and he’ll start to view the Board with a little more suspicion each time. Until he comes to the conclusion through his research, and SHUSH resources like Beakley and Webby, that oh god that was an allusion to FOWL the Board is FOWL-

and then- wait is Gyro FOWL?? is Team Science okay?? this goes deeper than I thought-

so essentially the B-plot of this AU is Huey (with the help of the rest of the kids, but especially Webby, Boyd, and Violet) researching FOWL in the background and trying to figure out why Team Science is acting so weird lately, and there’s a lot of dramatic irony

FOWL definitely threatens Boyd to get to Gyro because I love me some quality Boyd & Gyro family content 😌

I originally thought about working a “Gyro is a former FOWL agent that got away by the skin of his teeth” aspect into the AU since I was really fond of that concept when it was a theory, but now it’s been disproven. It does make for a lot of extra drama and angst, but I don’t think it quite fits, so I might just make that an entirely separate AU. I might add some non-canon bonus content with this concept though!

The majority of Team Science’s dynamic throughout the AU stays the same - they’re all incredibly stressed and on edge and just in a really sticky situation, so they snap at each other and have a lot of petty arguments. But at the same time, they’re all in the really sticky situation together, and so they come out of this mess a whole lot closer. It’s sort of a “You’re the only ones I can be honest with without dire consequences” situation.

also re: that last point - CUDDLE PUDDLES. i’m so soft for them. i’m thinking maybe on a night when FOWL makes them all stay in the cells overnight as a punishment or smth, but they’re all in one cell, they just fall asleep all on top of each other and it’s just a really sweet moment made bittersweet by the circumstances. it’s also a testament to how far their relationship has come under pressure and how much they trust each other now.

Gyro is the only target originally (I’m thinking maybe Fenton, Manny, and Lil’ Bulb catch the Board in the act and it’s very dramatic and terrifying. i think they’re originally gonna kill Team Science, since FOWL has a very take-no-prisoners leave-no-loose-ends sort of mindset, but Gyro convinces the Board that the majority of Scrooge McDuck’s research team mysteriously dying in one fell swoop would be extremely suspicious, especially since Scrooge has an in-house former SHUSH agent. so they live, miraculously, but the Board lets all of them know in no uncertain terms that if it happens again, the other person dies. No ifs, ands, or buts. So Team Science is all very, very nervous and careful about what they let slip. They want to tell everyone, especially Scrooge, but they can’t because they care too much. (Hence Gyro making passive-aggressive comments about the Board to Scrooge.) and of course everyone else gets suspicious and resentful since they know Team Science is hiding stuff from them. so that leads to a lot of drama and arguments.

speaking of the drama and arguments from the outside, the kids are doing their own investigation, but I headcanon Della as friends with Gyro from before the Spear of Selene, and she has a budding friendship with Fenton too. So she’d notice they’re all acting really weird and bailing on all her plans, so she storms down to the lab and tries an aggressive tactic to get them to fess up. They don’t, obviously, so she goes on a little investigation of her own. I’m thinking she might drag Launchpad and Donald into it - Launchpad since he’s good friends with Team Science, and Donald because I love him and I want him involved they’re the Duck Twins and they work best together.

I have this scene floating around in my head where, in the very beginning, FOWL agents/Eggheads capture Gyro and drag him to FOWL HQ underneath Funzo’s to be briefed on his new situation. He’s stuck in one of those glass cells Launchpad and Dewey were in when Steelbeak brought them back in the Double-O-Duck episode. The Board knows he’s there, but Gyro has no clue they’re villains. So they come to the cell to brief and belittle him (let’s be honest here, they’ve never liked Gyro) and he just. He’s pissed. Spitting mad. He’s always resented the Board but never like this; never pictured them as actual powerful villains. He may be spiteful of them because they shut down his projects, but at the end of the day, they’re good guys. They’re on his side, and more importantly, Scrooge’s side. Right?

So Gyro is like, up against the glass, trying to punch them through the airholes. He’s just so fucking furious. He’s not really thinking straight and he doesn’t care about any dignity, he’s just angry. The Board is just overly smug and pleased with themselves. It’s a very stereotypical “You’ll never get away with this, you villain!!” picture, and very dramatic. And then the Board just walks away after giving him a bare-bones explanation of the situation that he doesn’t really process because he’s so mad and terrified. And they turn off all the lights and let him stew in there overnight.

Once Huey and the kids have finally put the pieces together, Webby comes to the Bin one day with Scrooge, and she goes to the meeting room to look for him. Only he’s not in there - The Board is, and they’re berating Gyro for sassing off about them to Scrooge or smth. Webby, with all her trained spy skills, hears their conversation and is able to avoid detection (although the Board is suspicious, and they start investigating to tie off any loose ends). Their conversation, though, would be suspicious to any oblivious passerby, but from all the research the kids have done, they know what’s going on.

That’s not the actual reveal - I think thematically that should go to Huey, since he’s the closest to Team Science and it’s his season. This would just chase away any last doubts the kids may have. And maybe Webby gets a voice recording as evidence? I just love those; they’re so dramatic.

this is one part that might not end up aligning with canon but I’m REALLY fond of the Akita FOWL theory. So in this AU, I’m thinking Akita was a really casual member of FOWL all along that recently got an updated agent commission. So there’s even more potential drama there, since Gyro utterly despises Akita now. And a bigger incentive to keep Boyd safe, since Gyro knows FOWL would be more than happy to program Boyd into a mindless attack robot.

in the old AU I was toying with the idea that FOWL didn’t know Fenton’s Gizmoduck until a big reveal, and it was a secret weapon of Team Science’s (but also a point for a lot of arguments, since Fenton desprately wanted to be out there protecting people at the cost of his own safety) but uhh... they definitely know now. In a bid to stop FOWL from taking control of Gizmoduck, Fenton claims the armor is out of commission and sabotages it. So Fenton’s heroics are temporarily halted while Team Science frantically tries to figure out how to keep FOWL from hacking/taking control of a new and improved Gizmosuit.

As for writing... I don’t have anything done, least of all anything for the revamped version of the AU, but I do have this wonderful writing prompt from @advisortotheadvisor that I started back in January 2019, when I was working on the old version of the AU, that I really want to do with the revamped AU. (it just fits so well ahhhh!!!)

["If you won’t do it, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind being in your place." + your FOWL team spyience au?]

Gyro crossed his arms across his chest, scowling to hide his fear. He’d gotten pretty good at it over these past few months.

Watching the halls was basically useless. Fowl was careful to keep Gyro and his team within the same halls, as to not be able to find their way out on their own. And Gyro knew the way to Steelbeak’s office well. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been marched here.

At least he wasn’t cuffed anymore, though he suspected it was only because the agents and their minions knew there was too much at stake for an escape attempt. It had been too long, anyway. That was an amaetur move. Even though he loathed to admit it, Gyro cared too much about the consequences - the people at stake - to even try.

It was just a well-aimed mockery. Like everything short of punishment seemed to be these days under FOWL’s watchful eye and careful thumb. Gyro scowled deeper and crossed his arms tighter and pretended in vain it didn’t bother him.

That was all he could do, really.

Okay that kind of got away from me haha. thank you so much for the ask!! It means a lot to me that people are still interested in this AU. definitely motivation to work on both the AU and that fic haha!! I’ll talk more abt this soon when I have more info/content

#*screams* I LOVE THIS AU #this ask got me thinking more deeply about it... and that one fic...#my asks #anons #ducktales #team spyience au #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell-cabrera #manny the headless manhorse #lil bulb #huey duck #webby vanderquack #scrooge mcduck #boyd gearloose #wavey writes

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cowardlylearningtobebrave · 3 years

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so ummm, first off, i’m not going to tag the person or anything bc i don’t particularly want to drag this on and make it a circle of hate or smth but i feel like i have to explain myself since they did, actually, decide to bless me with a reply to my longass rant (meaning they read it - altho i’m not so sure if they actually understood half of what i wrote but i digress) so here:

i get you were “just” comparing/naming ppl who were cleaned of things, i get that. but i feel like you did not understand what that comparison implied. that’s all i was trying to point out but i see it went completely over your head so i rest my case.

(i like how you did not react to any other points i made except for that one,, uwu right back at you :3)

your age does not matter in this argument at all, that was just me (very poorly, i assume) trying to show that i do not like arguing with younger ppl - not because they are in any way lesser than me but as an older sibling it makes me feel guilty and uncomfortable. if you are older/my age - i hope you one day mature mentally enough to at least be able to admit you were wrong and answer in any other way than saying “fuck you” to any critique you receive. if you are younger - i simply speaking think you should have worded your post a little differently.

i truly do not, surprising as it may be, need your list of things that are wrong with you. i am sure you understand very well that was a figure of speech. but if there is such a list, mayhaps you should try looking up a therapist or at least a close person to you to help you with your worries.

mmmmyea, so overall, i think it’s pretty clear we will never see eye to eye since you basically very obviously skimmed through everything i wrote and only took out the two instances i got a bit more harsh with my words. i completely understand, that is the exact same reason i am writing this after all. however, maybe in the far away future i would recommend reading over the other parts as well (esp the trigger thingy and blaming chan & felix for some reason - those are actually the two things i’d be glad to receive an explanation for but whatever i guess) and think about them for as long as your attention span allows you.

once again, my intention was never to hate on you, or your opinions. it might seem like it, but it was not. i wanted to point out why i think your thinking was, in my opinion at least, flawed and tried to show you the reasons i think so. based on your reply, i have failed miserably. lastly, i do have a i-have-to-be-always-right-or-else-i-will-die syndrom so if i pushed my opinions onto you too hard i do apologize for that. you are entitled to say what you want but as i said before - you are also responsible for your words, online or irl.

#mine #me being petty is not tagging the person but also writing this anyway bc im a very proud person :))#also i dont check my notes like at all so i just randomly remembered i wrote the thing and went to check for replies so this is late but meh #if they by any miniscule chance reply.............. just know i wont read it/wont notice bc i dont care anymore :)#(also sorry for the sarcasm my hands slipped)

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1. as far as im concerned Kagami never left at the end of last game, that was an extended dream sequence... 2. i also totally agree with you that Kagami is prolly vers, if anything, and it was also MY PET PEEVE when people pinholed him into being a forever bottom at the peak of knb hype. 3. you keep teasing your long list of ships for Aomine PLEASE do him for the character thing lol. So far all your opinions are sending me into a realm of GOOD VALID VIBES

Omg thank you!! (I agree end of Last Game is not canon… or if it is he came right back the next year or smth I refuse to accept he just left forever. And I’m really glad to see the problem of Uke™ Kagami seems to be in decline these days… fewer people are writing for knb in general, but those that are seem to have an idea what a real gay relationship is or at least make him a fucking person and not a walking stereotype, and that’s encouraging to see).

Also thanks so much for sending Aomine! …Strap in for this character essay tho I’ve been known to never shut up about this boy once you get me started.

How I feel about this character

I honestly… can’t even explain it anymore or even try to justify it but Aomine has had a bigger impact on me than, I think, any other character I’ve seen to date. I don’t even know what it is, I do relate to him (and project on him *cough*) but like, there are other characters out there that I have more in common with, and I like his whole arc and aesthetic but it’s nothing revolutionary, so… your guess is as good as mine.

Whatever it is, I’ve been obsessed with this guy for over half a decade, and lately even as the KNB fandom falls into decline, my feelings are not they’re just getting stronger. His development over the course of the series is one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever seen, (that one bit at the end of the Touou/Seirin game with “I want to practice” and his later conversation with Kuroko hit me in the fucking chest every time), and I love how even though he’s portrayed as cold, uncaring and rude, it’s still understood (at least by anyone with some nuance) that that’s not what he’s supposed to be like, and underneath the distant, kind of dickish front, he’s hurting a lot. I’ve talked about the degree to which he cares about people before too, but I still have to give a mention to the ferocious level of protectiveness this guy has for his friends. I could go on about him for ages, tbh, and maybe someday I will write a for-real structured essay to try to get it out there, but the bottom line is I love this character, I have for a long time, and likely will continue to do so long into the future.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Okay here we go… I ship this guy extremely liberally, even with people he’s never interacted with (hell you could mention any random character and I could probably see my way clear to shipping them with him somehow, I’ll still try to explain my logic if I can). Prepare yourself.

Kagami (of course, AoKaga is the OTP and definitely the one I’ve devoted the most time to, they’re just the best together I’ll never get tired of seeing them figure their shit out over and over)

Kuroko (I may be AoKaga on main, but I’m still such a sucker for the tragic romance between these two, and sometimes it just hits me over the head like a sledgehammer how much I love their relationship. I’ve also got a lot of feelings for AoKagaKuro, they’re such a perfect trio and I need to invest more of my time in the OT3)

Kise (I was a bit late to the game on AoKise, but I definitely see it now. I love their dynamic and how imperfect their relationship would probably be, the complexity of it. sign me up)

Momoi (I don’t see a lot of AoMomo love anymore, but I’ve still got a soft spot for it, childhood friends are my weakness okay)

Midorima (they’re so different but that’s what makes it interesting, and I love the idea of neither of them knowing how to show/tell the other their feelings and being awkward stubborn shits together)

Murasakibara (they almost never interact but I just think they’d have such a soft cuddly relationship and be really chill together… lazy Sunday mornings sleeping in and hanging all over each other that kinda thing)

Akashi (kinda same as Akashi/Kagami, I think the difference between polished upper-class Akashi and scrappy city boy Aomine would be hella interesting… though I’ve also got some angst ideas for them as a couple, after how things went down at Teiko… abandonment and whatnot)

Imayoshi (I got pulled into this ship HARD by Lysapadin’s A Firm Hand series and now it’s no longer a guilty pleasure ship and is actually something I’ll talk about in the open, just… the power dynamic fuck me up)

Sakurai (I fuckin love the idea of an anxious Sakurai crushing hard on Aomine and not knowing how to tell him but when he finally plucks up the courage and prepares himself for imminent death Aomine’s actually pretty chill about it… plus they’d be adorable together tbh)

Wakamastu (you know it’s gotta be enemies to lovers. not just bc I’m intrigued by the love/hate relationship itself but if you look past the attitude issues these two would actually probably have a lot in common. also I’m really interested in how their dynamic might change with Wakamatsu being captain and all)

Susa (idk but there’s one throwaway line in season 3 where Imayoshi says about Aomine “actually maybe he likes you” and that’s enough for me. bring me the rarest rarepair my body is ready)

Kasamatsu (it wasn’t supposed to be SERIOUS but they got me. That moment in the Touou/Kaijo game where Aomine helps him up and “you’ve really done it now, senpai” is legit, plus these two would be such a good-looking couple, honestly.)

Mibuchi (give me the pretty boys. I have no excuse for this except maybe their interactions in my own damn fic again)

Nebuya (sometimes shipping can be as simple as hey I want them to bang right. also they’re both humongous dorks under their respective rough exteriors and I love them)

Moriyama (they bond over liking girls at first and then they’re simultaneously like wait a minute… more Touou/Kaijo ships pls)

Nijimura (I have this idea of them reuniting late into/after high school and Aomine still calls him captain out of habit and Nijimura’s like relieved and impressed to see how he’s developed since the mess at Teiko)

Himuro (they Never interact but they’d be so Petty and Snarky sign me up)

Haizaki (twisted, but I’m interested it’d be so unhealthy and awful bring it)

Hanamiya (even more twisted tbh but there is that moment where Aomine confronts him… and I’m here for hate sex just as much as your typical romance)

Inoue (who, you ask? I know he’s such a side character and no one remembers him, but he’s a big reason for Aomine’s downfall at Teiko and they seemed to be buddies before that, I’d be interested in some kind of reconciliation between them, or a romance, ya know whatever works)

And then we get into crossover territory… MOST of these are not my fault they’re just things I’ve seen and adopted for myself

Kuroo Tetsurou (someone made a moodboard for them, and now I can’t stop thinking about them in a relationship, like damn… it’d be such a beautiful mess I wanna see more of it)

Oikawa Tooru (I’ve seen art, and also the light. These two damaged angsty prodigies, one sharp as a whip the other dumb as bricks, but both of them sassy and nerdy as hell. I could see myself getting addicted to this ship if I took the time to write it out, and I just might)

Yamazaki Sousuke (can’t lie, they look good together. I’ve seen more than one art piece of them interacting and I have a Mighty Need.)

Matsuoka Rin (angry lonely talented boys finding solace in each other’s company? you know that’s my shit. also shark teeth and cop AUs hells yeah.)

Tanaka Ryuunosuke (I don’t know where the fuck this idea came from but I thought of Tanaka trying to pick a fight with “shitty boi” Aomine while in Tokyo and then losing his shit and here we are)

Terushima Yuuji (this one is purely physical… they pretty, I have no other reason, but also this absolute fuckboy, these two would be such a train wreck and I’m here for it tbh)

Yachi Hitoka (okay picture this Giant Terrifying basketball player trying to be less giant and terrifying to tiny shy Yachi and tell me you don’t just want to see that happen. I get Legosi/Haru vibes.)

I’ll spare you the rest of the ideas I’ve tossed around, because past this point it becomes pure crack (if it hasn’t already) but you get the idea. Throw a character my way and I can probably talk myself into it that’s the power this guy has over me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My non-romantic OTP for this character

K considering the List… it shouldn’t be surprising that I also consider this person a romantic candidate, but you know when it comes to non-romantic OTP it’s gotta be Momoi. Platonic or romantic, the way she’s stuck with him all those years and his obvious protectiveness and love for her and how (even though he claims to like big tits) he never even once starts to objectify her in any way, it’s so important to me. Momoi is Aomine’s redeeming factor when he’s at his worst, and she goes to bat for him even while he’s actively trying to shake her off and still tries to protect and help him when he refuses to accept it, even when it means they fight. (Also Kuroko saying “Aomine’s probably looking for you” after their argument puts to mind Aomine running through the rain calling Momoi’s name and that is just… pure). These two have the kind of unshakable long-standing friendship that’ll probably last them the rest of their lives, and no matter what context or form it takes, I can’t get enough of it.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I’ve harped on enough about the fandom’s portrayal of Aomine as a one-note asshole who doesn’t care before, so let’s see if I can change gears a little bit here.

I honestly don’t agree with… the persistent idea people seem to have of Aomine being a narcissist or obsessed with himself? Like yeah, he’s self-absorbed and egotistical, no question, this is not to say he hasn’t got those flaws and others besides… but that’s not the same as being like, physically attracted to yourself. Part of me suspects it was a “the only one who can fuck me is me” joke taken too far, so that now the idea of Aomine being in love with himself is just ingrained into the fanon culture, but if you look at the show itself, personally I don’t see it. If anything, I would think he’d have some self-loathing issues to work through (and that’s part of the reason he gave for skipping practice, he doesn’t want to be the way he is, and specifically says he doesn’t want to increase the difference between him and everyone else). But hey, that’s just my opinion. I’ll get off my soapbox now.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I mean he says he and Kagami are postponing their match, after their brief one-on-one when he gives him the shoes, and then we never get to see it… Tbh just more street ball with this guy would be great, since it’s what his whole style is based around. Even if he’s just playing by himself… or hell, maybe since he thinks no one at the high school level can beat him, we could get a scene of him trying to go up against adults. Maybe he still beats them and his despair worsens after that, but then it’d have more meaning, and at least we’ll have seen that he’s tried and is not just giving up before he’s seen all of what he could be up against in the future. Plus, picturing Aomine going five-on-one like Haizaki did against grown-ups and still slaughtering them is something I’d pay money to see.

#Answered #shin speaks #jesus h christ that turned out long #i warned you #thanks so much for sending my boy tho i was lowkey fidgeting waiting to talk about him #i cant help it #aomine daiki #knb #my son #long post

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authenticaussie · 5 years

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What do you think the difference would be in a TMNT/OP fic with different collections of turtles?

oooooooo okay so I should be getting ready for class tomorrow but you have 100% captured me I’m so invested in this

mainly I know 2003, 2012, and Rise - well, at least, they’re my favourites and have the most distinct characterisation tbh bc they’re long-running series - SO I’ll do those guys :DD

THIS GOT LONG (because of course it did, I’ve never made a short post in my LIFE) SO FIRST:

the main difference in fic would be tone!!!!!!!! The turtles are all really affected by the shows they come from so there’d be big differences in how they react to the new situation. Combining OP and 2018, they’re both such loud and bright shows that writing them sad would be kinda….disatisfactory to a reader. 2012 is the one where you could get kinda dark, and go down the genetic experiment and “oh wow these kids need a therapist” and Luffy being >:T wtf why are your lives so Fucked Up route, and 2003 would be hilariously awkward because they’re technically all in the same age range but they act so different wheezes

Second!!! Fun character analysis and Shenanigans under the readmore.

2003

Probably the most responsible on this list, they’re like??? tbh, barely teenagers?? Or at the very least, 18 or 19, and they can be air-heads but 2003 goes feet-first into the whole plot and character and Everything Happens. I mean, literally in season one there’s this whole subplot about how you define monsters and genetic testing and Wild shit like that so they feel Way more adult than the Strawhats get at times. Even though One Piece covers some dark topics it….the characters - the strawhats, in particular, is what I mean - don’t feel like adults the same way the 2003 turtles do. 2003 also doesn’t feel as dark as 2012 gets sometimes, but I feel 2012 is also because they seem really young, and in 2003 at least they get to process their trauma. 2012…..kinda beats them up a lot akhsdg pft.

Sticking them with the Strawhats would be !! Honestly really funny? I feel Mikey would get along with them really well - in every iteration he’s very good at going with the flow, and hey, pirates? and they’re nice? and cool powers? - he’d have the time of his life. Donnie would try and figure out What Was Going On (as the resident “please fix this in case it’s dangerous” guy, that’s probably what his role would Often be) but I can see him being easily distracted by Franky and the whole devil fruits thing. GOD him and Franky is a thought and a half omfg. The level of tech in One Piece is so different when compared to the modern world, and it operates on rules but like, rules that are just ever so slightly different.

Raph would be in debt Immediately. Mainly bc Nami’s manipulative like that but also because he’s just………..Like That. He’d be rude and insulting and if the strawhats were helping them out he’d be the team’s voice of reason. Or, distrust, I suppose. The one who hangs back, who’s prickly, who’s the last to offer his trust because his family needs him to be uncompromised, just in case. I think he and Zoro would clash for a bit, not like, in words but just in gestures, until the crew + turtles had been through their adventures, and gotten to the end of Whatever fic was being written, and then they’d be friends. Not best buds but like, healthy respect for each other.

Leo……….absolutely does Not understand why Luffy is leader. It’s like making Mikey the boss; it doesn’t make sense to him, because Luffy is too trusting and he’s strong but strength doesn’t make a good leader, and in 2003 Leo’s kind of a pushover so he’d stay on the sidelines and watch with Raph. But, as everyone knows, Luffy’s magnetism is Pretty Hard To Deny, and the crew’s respect for him does a lot to show to Leo that he may be missing something but that he doesn’t have to understand.

2012

I always……..feel so bad for TMNT2012 //weeps They’re just kids and they get put through so much like wow I’m only at season two but from spoilers there’s like?? their dad keeps DYING and being bought back to life???/ THAT’S GOTTA FUCK YOU UP!!! Plus all of them have all these different insecurities and they’re kinda mean to each other (Raph….has only given a proper apology for being a dick once so far, and I’m like. mid-way through season two. I’m sorry if this makes me mikey kin @@zali but pLEASE I cannot stand this LET THEM BE NICE TO EACH OTHER ;A; Like they’re still obviously a family but gosh they’re– so prickly)

Honestly depending on how the Strawhats meet them, like holy shit :o they might be Enemies. In 2003 I feel like they’ve been through enough to try and de-escalate a situation first, but 2012 are so Paranoid that unless they had April with them they’d be like WELP this is another mind-control alternate dimension thing, time to ninja vanish. And sure, after they ended up on whatever quest they needed to go on, Luffy would be fascinated by them (2012 definitely pushes the limits of what you can Actually do, in terms of hiding and shit, but I think that makes it fun !!) but I feel the turtles would be pretty paranoid at first. Mikey & Donnie would be the first two to be dragged out of their shells (snickers) because Donnie would be super curious (and also…probably kinda aggravated and confused) about how the one piece world rules work, and Mikey because…friends!! They already have a reindeer mutant on the crew, they’re obviously cool with mutants :D

akhsdg okay I mention that 2003 would hang back and assess Luffy’s leadership still but like 2012 would be such a dick. He never seems to learn the lesson that people have different strengths and different ways of doing things >:T and watching Luffy lead would drive him crazy. I bet he’d try and make plans and be all structured and in control and Luffy would wreck things and/or the strawhats would be like “lol no lmao, you’re not the captain”. Even if he did have a good plan, like….the Strawhats rarely follow plans if Luffy says they’re doing something different snickers. I feel a major part of this could just a nice subplot line of Leo learning to Chill and also like………give the 2012 a fun adventure I’m begging you sobs. Do a Long Long Island filler arc or smth, where it’s dumb and silly and barely dangerous because they’re all competent af.

Also: Mikey constantly trying to find a devil fruit because “dudes, it’s probably not gonna apply when we go back home and think about how SICK superpowers would be!!!!!!!!”

He does not get one, to his disappointment.

2018

These guys are IDIOTS and would fit in with Luffy’s brand of chaos p e r f e c t l y

Okay so yeeeeah I’m probably biased because I think Rise may be my favourite (the family dynamics!! the character designs!! the animation!!! the stupid jokes!!! the sudden flashes of deeper plot!!!!!!!!) BUT. No-one can argue with me that Rise turtles are chaotic as fuck and they’d have the time of their LIVES with Luffy’s crew. Raph would fall in love with Chopper (Chopper would be terrified of him, continuing the terribly sad trend of Raph being Bad With Animals), Donnie would go wild glitter-eyed over the devil fruits and technology and immediately try and do a million mad scientist experiments (and look. SMILES are fucked up. But this boii would totally try and make one/figure out how they worked). He’s….a mad genius and maybe a little bit evil.

Leo would either drive Sanji crazy or be INSTANTLY adopted and taught how to be “cool”, but I can also see Sanji and Zoro lowkey fighting over him SNICKERS. Because Leo has a sword so he’s obviously Zoro’s, but he’s suave and likes fashion so he MUST be Sanji’s, and it’s not an argument persay, until Leo says he thinks both of them are cool and then it’s a battle to the death.

(The end of leo’s sentence was “not as cool as me tho ;P” only they didn’t notice that bit.)

April would absolutely fall in love with Robin. And also Nami?? But I feel mainly Robin like Oh Man Robin is so cool and both of them are hypercompetent??? April’s like teach me how to be a badass assassin and Robin smiles and laughs and absolutely does.

Mikey’s so loud that he almost terrifies Usopp, and terrifying Usopp is kinda a no-no in Luffy’s book, but he likes these guys and Mikey’s just excited to have an artist friend and so both of them bounce around the ship like ping pong balls.

There is………yeah. A lot of paint covering the Sunny after they’re through. I can’t decide if Franky would cry or laugh but I know one (1) single drop of paint got on Nami’s tangerines and she Banished them. Rise turtles probably have a really good time and the crew figures out they’re basically children really quick and make sure nothing bad happens to them. Leo promises to try and get better at portal-making so they can come visit New York sometime, and everyone is like “what the fuck is new york??” at the same time as Donnie says HEY WAIT, I THINK WE’RE ON AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION and they get teleported home :DD

THANKS FOR LETTING ME SPILL ALL MY TURTLE FEELINGS EVERYWHERE

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hey do u have any ways u force urself to write. i need to write this fucking faulkner paper and like ik i can and itll be good once i do it i just need to Do It its already like 900 years late. im loving yahfhskjd law so so so so much btw i rlly love ur characterization for den and the whole fic is just so endearing and enjoyable like theres heaviness to it but its not like overbearingly angsty and its just rlly fun to read

i have some advice but it might not be universal or healthy (lol) and it differs heavily based on what i’m writing

fic writing is for fun, and that’s why i try to remember when i’m doing it. sometimes it becomes obsessive (because i have ocd, and because i love validation, and that’s quite the line to tread lmao) but ultimately i do it because i love it/i have shit to say/stories drum in my fingers until i get them out, even if it takes time. i’m glad you love it!!!! if people didn’t i’d get demoralized way more often! with fic writing, usually i can’t force myself to do anything until i know the basics of what i want down - right now i’m stuck on a scene b/t charlie and mac because i know what i want them to get out of it, but i have no idea what the outside context of the overall conversation will be. usually in that case, i just have to wait it out.

inspo will come to me when it comes, maybe from binge watching the show, maybe from watching smth else, maybe from a convo i have irl or a dream or what have you. in the meantime i write as much around it as i possibly can. i’ve currently written every single scene for the next chapter that either came easily or at least didn’t come extremely difficultly, and once i have part of a scene down i usually let the characters’ voices follow me through the rest of it…sometimes you just have to let them run free. writing fic for me is often a solid push and pull of me nudging the characters down the path i want them to take, but mostly i just sit there and imagine them talking, and see what they say. i have to parse apart exactly how i think they’d say it, but i can get a fair amount of their tone and message just from listening to them have the convo in my head. not to be extremely embarrassing on main but when i was obsessed with twilight, stephenie meyer basically said this in her faq and it really resonated with me lmao. this applies to original fiction btw too. that’s why its often easy to finish a scene once i’ve begun it, if i can get a piece of the convo than usually i can build outward - give me a snippet of a convo and i can begin to see their location, what started this convo, and their motivations. i’ll have to trim it down to fit their tone/how often they lie/how difficult they find it to express themselves later, but after i get it all out, it’s easier to cut away the ooc parts until you’re left with glances to convey what used to be a paragraph and what have you

can’t write a sex scene? have a drink or two and write it all spelling errors and all, it’s usually way dirtier than i intended too but you can clean ALL that up and make it in-character in editing

academic writing was never nearly as difficult for me, especially once i got to college. pretty much everyone i know used adderall to write essays, and i sat down a few times expecting to do that myself, but i ultimately never ended up needing it. in high school i was smart enough to more or less make shit up to get through it (i always say the only thing i learned in high school is how to bullshit effectively) but in college you get to pick your research topics, or they’ll hand you a book and tell you to pick whatever part of it you want to write about, so i usually latched on to one snippet of interest and expanded from there (many of my essays were about how the characters were secretly gay or more or less feminist than they should be, as you can imagine)

i was never much for formal outlines, and i DON’T subscribe to the 5 paragraph essay format, but i usually made a basic outline in my notebook so i’d remember to hit all the points i wanted to make/be able to steer myself back on course when i started rambling abt something. usually i have an overarching point, and like 2 supporting arguments that i go into HEAVY detail about and probably have some supporting arguments about them within themselves. make an outline that lists your thesis and your 2 or 3 main points. if you CAN easily, write down some supporting arguments for those main points, but don’t get caught up on it.

how do i start? just sit down and fuckin start. deadass. tell yourself that if you finish before 8pm you can smoke a bowl or something, then smoke a bowl after you’re done regardless of the time. then sit down and just start typing, WHEREVER your mind wants to begin. let it, it’s way easier to follow your motivation than try to corral it, you’ll just end up giving yourself writer’s block

intros are easy. don’t worry too much about starting them; you can come up with a catchy first sentence way later (same with a catchy ending sentence; i still CANNOT write last lines for the life of me). for your intro literally just say: These 2 or 3 things are connected, actually, and I think they connect in a specific way to prove [thesis]. you can bulk out the intro later, but MOVE ON. that’s not the important part of the essay, at all. if your thesis can’t be turned into a question THAT YOU THEN ANSWER, then it needs to be bulked out. you should be able to make it a question, for example: Why is Emily Dickinson a lesbian? becomes “Dickinson’s lesbianism is the driving force behind her decisions to do x, y, and z” in which x y & z are the main points of your essay.

don’t worry too much about sources or quotes. i can’t tell you how many times i just made arguments in essays and then put in brackets [find a throwaway quote about x to support this later], then highlighted the text so it’d stand out and i’d remember to get back to it later. then MOVE ON.

don’t get caught up in anything, not grammar, not specifics, not finding the perfect segue between paragraphs. just try to get down everything you have to say FIRST, or you’ll bog yourself down and lose steam. sit there until you’re done making your points, then take a break

conclusions are easy. scroll back up to your intro. what does it say? put that back down, exactly, and bulk it out a little by referencing some points in the main paragraphs of your essay. if your intro just said “x y and z is true” then your conclusion should say “her woodcarving shows x is true, the fact that the moon was full that day is why y is true. these two things make z true”

go back and find sources/quotes to plug into all the times you wrote [find a throwaday quote]

TAKE AS LONG AS POSSIBLE OFF. if you try to edit and expand immediately, you WILL fail to catch things. if you’re a little unfamiliar with your own writing, you’ll be able to catch things like spelling errors, things that make so little sense you have no idea what you were trying to say, times you forgot to plug in a quote, or when a transition sounds a little like a record scratching instead of playing smoothly

if you’re really pressed for time: just fucking send it in without doing a second reread, because FUCK IT. getting it done is more important than perfectionism; fixing those last straggling spelling errors gets you +2 points whereas being a day late loses a letter grade

most importantly: WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT. if you’re only getting specific prompts, try to twist it as best you can until you give a fuck about it, it’s WAY easier to write about shit that matters to you. i LOVED twisting prompts until suddenly this boring ass white boy book is secretly about this minor female character that appeared on 2 pages, and after awhile i got really fucking good at it.

just sit down and start writing. you’ve got to start somewhere, even if you end up erasing and rewriting the starting point later. at least you’ve got the ball rolling.

#not to geek out and go full english major but i miss writing argumentative essays #like medium key #holy SHIT!! why is this an essay in and of itself like you didn't even ask lmao #fic stuff #yl #college #book tag #anon #ask

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