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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months

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HIIIII I LOVE YOUR POSTS SO MUCH IF YOU DIDNT NOTICED I WAS ONE OF YOUR FOLLOWERS WHO LIKE YOUR POSTS THE EARLIEST ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT AND AMAZING DAY I HOPE YOU FEEL HAPPY AND JOYFULL! STAY SAFE :DDDD

Oh and btw i love love LOVED the last post you made :3 wasnt able to like it early since i was at school but can i please req a Zoro reader with a yan Yelan , Beidou , Alhaitham (all hail the ham XD) and Neuvillete (idk how to spell his name😒🙄) ANYWAYS PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME REMEMBER TO EAT REST AND DRINK WATER <<<333

Plus points if reader is in luffys pirate crew , has 3 swords and stronger than Beidou and Yelan 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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(stan chuu 🥰🥰🥰😱😱😱)

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i didn't wanna answer this one cause it's so cute and i wanted to keep it in my inbox foreverrrrr but i really appreciate the compliments ;v; <33 also i won't lie, Zoro is not one of my favorites from One Piece (i like greasy/deranged men) but i love his character, i was also binging some episodes while writing this and also this is pre-timeskip zoro cause that's where i'm at currently and brainrot be real but i hope you enjoy :D <3

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, mentions of violence, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Yelan would be stressed out, not only do you wield three swords and seem to always get yourself in trouble, but you’re always getting lost. She’s at least glad that you can take care of yourself if the need arises but your obsession with being Teyvat’s Greatest Swordsman is a little out of control. She prefers that you don’t go out without her because she knows you’ll get lost, but if you should otherwise she’ll be sure to send out someone to follow you, keeping her informed of your location and every move.

Yelan smiled to herself as you trained in the backyard. While your bizarre workout routine often had her a bit worried, she admired your dedication to her work. There was a lot about you she loved, but your dedication to your goals was what drew her in, reminding her of herself sometimes. She had to keep you on a tight leash though, your lack of direction often leaving you in places you shouldn’t end up in. She never minded though, it was just another of your adorable quirks, something she found keeping her on her toes. Yelan loved you and all your strange, unique quirks.

Yandere!Beidou would find you very admirable, chasing so strongly after your ambitions as she had. While killing a Leviathan and becoming Teyvat’s Greatest Swordsman are two different life goals, she thinks you're an amazing individual for chasing your dreams so wholeheartedly.

Beidou smiled down at you from the top deck, watching as you polished your blades. While she didn’t understand the need for three swords, she knew you enjoyed it and so she never questioned it. She was grateful you didn’t put up a fight when it came to traveling on the Crux with her, not that you ever seemed to know where they were headed. It just made it easier for her to keep an eye on you, with your habit of wandering off and getting lost just to end up in a fight that she later patches you up from. She loved you and all your quirks but sometimes she wondered how you came to be this way, it wasn’t something you seemed keen to talk about.

Yandere!Alhaitham would find a beloved like this both a blessing and a curse. He loves your passion for swordfighting, often fighting with you for a bit of practice. While you certainly outmatch him with just one sword alone, he uses his intellect to spar with you, learning your moves and putting you into positions where you have to adapt and overcome. He finds the exercise to be an enjoyable break from his work, allowing him to keep his physical skills as sharp as his mental ones. He refuses to let you go anywhere by himself though, worried you’ll get lost and run into trouble, again.

Alhaitham smirked as he blocked another attack from you, having memorized every attack you’ve ever used against him. It was times like this that he enjoyed most with you, a proper challenge between brains and brawn. While your workout routine was intense, his mind was equally as polished, leaving the duels between the two of you relatively intense. On afternoons where you weren’t dueling, it was common to go into town, with Alhaitham usually picking up books or other things at stores while dragging you along with him. Even if he knew you were going to nap the whole time he was gone, he still didn’t trust you to not fight something or get lost while he was gone. So instead he took you to every store with him, keeping a tight watch over you and oftentimes tying a ribbon gently around your wrists that connected to his belt.

Yandere!Neuvillette has no choice but to keep you locked up inside while he’s gone simply because he knows otherwise you’ll get lost and he’ll be seeing you in the courtroom for yet another fight you got into. He doesn’t mind it though, knowing that at home you only do a few things, train, polish your swords, and nap. And while he admires your dream to be Teyvat’s Greatest Swordsman, he thinks you should settle for the strength you currently possess and simply stay here in Fontaine with him.

Unlocking the door and stepping in after a long day in court, Neuvillette isn’t surprised to see you napping in the livingroom. He will admit that the first few times he saw you napping, simply sitting on the floor up against a wall with all three swords nearby, he thought it was strange, insisting that you sleep in the bedroom or at least on the couch. Now though, he understands that it’s simply the way you are, quietly approaching and smirking as your eyes flicker open, looking up at the man. “Your senses are as sharp as ever I see.” Neuvillette offers you a hand, gently pulling you to your feet as you stretch, asking about his day. He enjoys the quiet life he has and he prefers to try and force you to comply than let you roam free, after all he’s doing this for the betterment of society. You’re simply too dangerous.

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beesmygod · 7 months

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oh, so. there's this story thats semi-local to my hometown that ive been keeping up on via the reno subreddit. ive been gawking at it from afar in wonder bc i didnt know people could make this many bad decisions on purpose.

joey gilbert was a boxer who was forced to retire bc he's a cheating bitch who was roiding up and doing meth before fights. the list of drugs in his system would scatter an average human's atoms like dust.

as a shining example of the kind of education i paid for: joey gilbert graduated from my alma mater, UNR, with an english degree and then passed the nevada bar using a law degree gained from a diploma mill that is no longer accredited. so now gilbert practices law. this is the advertisement that greets you when you get off the plane at reno/tahoe airport.

every time i see this i want to laugh my ass off. the vague use of meme formatting even though he doesn't understand the conventions of an impact font meme. he has the dead doll eyes described by clint in jaws. he looks like if lowtax attended his own funeral. there's no phone number or website. google me bitch.

anyway, that's not the point. gilbert evidently fried what was left of his tenderized boxer brain with speed and has tried to fashion himself as the VIP in douglas county/vegas conservative circles. i guess he fits right in because they willingly embraced him. he was at the jan 6 riot and will loudly espouse basically any belief as long as hes getting paid. he tried to run for gov and lost the primary by over 20k votes. somehow he claims this is election fraud. he has yet to explain the mechanisms that would explain how douglas county and its republican chapter manufactured over 20000 votes for a republican primary without anyone noticing during a time when election fraud is a hot button topic, all because they feared that the guy they test research chemicals on was a legitimate threat.

hold up my bad. actually gilbert says HE won by over 50000 and the city of las vegas is suppressing the results. his case was thrown out and he was fined 88k for wasting everyone's time.

okay now: in july of 2023 (insane link btw lol. they keep saying shit like "yeah i did that. problem, bitch?",) the conservative douglas county board of trustees had a bitch fit over their lawyer, who has been in the position for over 20 years, for refusing to enforce a transgender sports ban. in an act of retaliation he was fired by a narrow vote and replaced with........

JOEY GILBERT!!!!!!!!

pros of this exchange:

cons of this exchange: he costs more, has no formal law education, the ACLU is going to rip them a new hole, its now october and he has charged the school district an eye-watering 100k in two months. the previous firm charged 18k a month.

in response, the board of trustees is convening in order to fire......the superintendent who has been in the position for 30 years bc he was against gilbert from the start.

nevada is so dedicated to being number 50 in the nation. its honestly heartwarming to think that even the dumbest, toothless hick can make it there by simply lying nonstop. thats the american way, baby!

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slaymbo · 2 months

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more yan!class 1a with earthbender readerr :3

y'all know the sports festival where they had to fight eachother in the ring? yeah, if y/n got to the point where they have to fight todoroki its gonna be INSANE

HEAR ME OUT, OKAY

because technically earthbenders can bend certain oils, riiight?

and it would be hilarious if y/n threw oil at him right after he finally lets himself use his fire

Todoroki steps into the ring, feeling electrified after his victory against Izuku. He knew you were strong, but as the festival went on he realized he was stronger. Or so he thought

"This is it, Y/N. It's impressive that you've made it this far, but I will be the one to end your winning streak once and for all." He says with a bit of melancholy in his voice, wanting to hurt his darling as little as possible.

You said nothing as the cameras focused on you opening a bottle of what seems to be water. Todoroki tilts his head in confusion "I thought you couldn't control water?"

You smile knowingly, shaking your head right before you force the viscous liquid out of the bottle and onto him.

As soon as it hits him, so does realization. This isnt water...it's oil. He runs towards you in an attempt to freeze your precious body in place, but he's too late. The earth around you both starts to rumble and get hot as parts of the ground begin to break apart. Shoto looks into one of the cracks...

Holy shit

That's lava

You strain your muscles as you bring up the hot magma slowly, obviously not wanting to hurt your classmate. Frozen in fear (or awe?), he doesn't even realize that it has already surrounded him. He's fucked.

"I-I...how...huh???" Shoto tries to form a coherent sentence, but all of his words have seemed to fall into the cracks of the earth and burn.

You smile as Midnight declares you as the victor of the match, pushing the lava back from were it came with your quirk and walking up to Shoto, giving him what was essentially a "good job" hug.

that day is when the whole class went crazy over you

yeah, shoto was a bit embarrassed that he was defeated so quickly, but he was more proud of you than anything

your classmates always want to train with you now, you becoming their first pick whenever they must partner up (the rest of them get jealous, but who cares)

izuku not only has ten pages dedicated to you and todoroki's fight (if you can even call it that), but he definitely has multiple videos of it.

bakugo ALWAYS wants to fight with you now, claiming because he 'needs to show you that he's better' (he just loves your attention fr)

denki and sero take any chance they get to flirt with you and put you off rhythm when you fight with them

unrelated rapid fire hcs GO!!!

the bakusquad helps you with vocal tolerance training (itll make sense if you read the other post), it started with far away whispers and now they can yell with you only being slightly overwhelmed!

jirou has totally eavesdropped on you singing in the shower b4, damn near dying because of your angelic voice (you could literally sing like you have nails in your throat, you still sound like an angel to her)

also i feel like she understands being overwhelmed by noises bc of her quirk, so you guys have both had cuddle sessions to calm yourselves down while listening to each others heartbeats

shoji's mask accidently came off one time, and he was ashamed bc he didnt want his darling to think he was ugly!!! but when you gasped and your eyes started twinkling, his heart damn near stopped. you thought he looked good!!! and ever since then he shows his face around u

momo, iida, and shoto all try to compete with each other to see who can get you the most elaborate gifts.

alr thats all i got rn. dont be afraid to send asks! :3

#yandere class 1a

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lactosa2 · 5 months

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Chamber drabble, since this post the spanish one i didnt write anything about this agent, so this is kinda short btw, but i rlly like this one

FIRTS IMPRESION

It was not late, but not early either, it was the time when the television would be full of old and repetitive soap operas, and at that time you just wanted to eat something light and relax your mind.

The protocol began to demand too much, more than you would want or could bear. The missions were three times as frequent as they normally were, the fact that the “mirror” universe could attack them at any moment was disturbing, and, for that reason, they preferred to spend more than their human resources to protect the world, or whatever. remained of it from its ruins

You walked calmly and feeling your heels heavy, as if you were climbing a ladder. You headed to the kitchen, waiting for the solitude in it so you could have something warm or maybe hot, eat something light or some sweets.

you began to overthink slightly as you walked, preparing yourself for a forced social situation, when you entered the kitchen it was empty, almost empty.

Chamber was sitting in a chair as he hummed in an almost intangible voice, a soothing melody, enough to make you sigh silently in tranquility, Chamber so far had not been a bother, just a little cocky and you could handle that.

So you walked to the kitchen and started making yourself some tea, smiling softly at the soft humming of the Frenchman.

“Salut ma belle” you heard chamber speak to you as he stood up straight in his seat “hello” you looked at him and gave him a small polite smile, instantly returning to your tea.

Talking to Chamber was a strange thing, you had had a very short list of encounters with him; 1— his introduction to the protocol, 2— The first time you saw him in the kitchen, 3— The second time you saw him in the kitchen and 4— The current time, when you see him in the kitchen. Your abilities and Chamber's did not fit together, they were both there with different objectives in the mission, which by not combining there was no reason to have missions together, and for that reason it is serious the 4th time you would see it, because of speaking were just cordial greetings.

You thought for a moment about your next mission, it was known that it would be stressful, it would last about three weeks and only 5 days ago you had returned from a previous mission, you were with all the fatigue on your shoulders and it was overwhelming, which It was obvious, your dark circles, messy hair, and the fact that you only spent time taking naps and training were only signs of your fatigue and dedication to the protocol.

In your thoughts you stopped feeling, closing your eyes for a few seconds, and by the time you opened them it was due to the sudden surprise of boiling water on your feet, stumbling backwards and then falling back to the ground

“What-!”, you heard Chamber, who basically jumped from his place and ran towards you, crouching down to your level and gently grabbing your arms, gently pulling you up so that your feet didn't touch the floor. “Did you get too burned? Did you hit your head?” He asked worriedly as his hand held your waist and lifted you up to sit in what a few moments ago was his place.

“I tripped, I'm fine… thank you” he nodded and caressed the side of your cheek “tu dois te reposer” he whispered and grabbed his cup of coffee, now holding it in front of your face “Here, take what you need, if you want you can.” "I'll prepare more," he smiled softly, that look of concern never leaving his eyes. You nodded weakly and then drank the coffee, Chamber leaving your side to clean the tea from the floor and the broken glass from the cup, being careful and giving you worried glances and of affirmation towards your place.

You appreciated his gesture and kindness, you needed it more than anything in your overused work position, you sighed deeply and smiled. Maybe when you return from your next mission you should go back to the kitchen, and this time talk to Chamber in longer dialogues, it wasn't so bad, I had given you coffee, how bad can it be?

#valorant x reader #chamber x reader #chamber valorant

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poisoned-pearls · 4 months

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okay okay, THEIF AU. hear me out

the tweels are mafia implied??? iirc lmao but azul mobster vs jamil viper swiper

jamil is a theif for hire and azuls just a silly mob boss silly guy :3 but jamil gets paid BIG BUCKS one day, to steal from azul. he does and is the ONLY person who has ever succeeded on azul. he gets snapped into this infatuation because he NEEDS jamil by his side.

you know how he tries to get jamil to join octavinelle..? yeah thats him trying to get jamil to be his mob wife. he starts STALKING forums to see who hires jamil and what they want him to steal. he starts showing up to all the places jamil does, even canceling important business meetings in order to see jamil, just to pester him.

"we could rule together, side by side." "i can give you anything you want, all the riches of the world. you wouldn't have to move a finger, with me, if thats what you desired, love." -azul, probably.

and jamil "i just stole important shit from you??" viper is CONFUSED AS HELL because this important guy, isn't doing anything to enact revenge. so he thinks that azul is trying to conn him, to hurt him. he cant imagine that azul would be genuine in his attempts.

so they play cat and mouse. (aka azul follows him on his hires and lets jamil steal his stuff (tweels are ???))

meanwhile, azul has been personally ensuring the safety of jamil, even though zu doesn't know his real identity so he protects him on jobs and stuff. then one day the worst happens and jamil gets knocked unconscious. azul is immediately in action (probably uhh does some erm bad things to the guys who did it tbh!) and takes azul to his base to nurse him back to health and make sure hes not concussed.

when jamil wakes up hes so confused because 1.) where is he? 2.) what happened? 3.) why is his mask still on?

you would assume if you get kidnapped by people who want to hurt you, you would have your identity revealed. in rushes azul, who immediately starts fretting over him. checking his forehead, asking if hes okay etc.

jamil just looks at him and asks "why is my mask on?"

and azuls kinda stumped because, why ask that of all questions. he just says "why, is it hurting you? im sorry, i didnt want to force you to reveal yourself to me."

and jamil just melts because thats the kindest thing hes ever heard (he needs therapy and good friends fr)

(jamil is probably really flexible and agile, moving like a cat while azul is just stiff as a board (its okay hes packing heat))

how dare you put this into my head. I love it. (also how did you know about the mafia fic sitting in my drafts.)

Jamil for the asims forcefully, so Azul IS using his spy just to figure out where he’s going. He’s utterly INFATUATED. He’s full on prepared to see him constantly. He HAS a ring on him whenever to propose before people even realize he likes him.

Azul definitely has him on a list of “you do not hurt these people unless YOU want to be hurt. Badly,” so very few people mess with him on his runs. It almost concerns him.

When Jamil IS like, shot, Azul is going absolutely insane. No one except for his men in that room is safe. If Jamil has to leave with a shot everyone else is leaving with something worse.

He’s fretting over him for DAYS. When they get their doctors to treat the bullet wound he is in that operating room as well. Every single second he has is dedicated to staying by Jamil’s side.

When Jamil wakes up he shoots up immediately, which gets Azul to straighten up too. He’s sitting over in the corner and is immediately like “you’re up! Do you feel okay?- don’t- don’t move your arm it’ll just irritate it- do you want anything? Food, water? I can get you whatever you want.”

“Why is this….” As he gestures to the mask on his face.

“Hm? Does it hurt? I didn’t want to force you to reveal yourself but if you need to take it off I can close my eyes-“

Jamil is like. Beyond suprised. What.

He ends up staying around Azul’s base for a while (Azul is definitely like “oh I just want to make sure they don’t put you back to work when you’re still healing) and he doesn’t realize that he was given the second best room in that place. The only reason he didn’t get the first was because Azul couldn’t clear out his own room in time. But best believe, if Jamil even mentioned something like it Azul would be gone and it would be his.

The entire time Azul is trying to PROVE how happy Jamil could be as his husband. He’s full on courting this man. Everyone in his mob is fucking terrified of messing up around him. Azul’s standards are through the roof so everyone else has to be too.

Azul brings him giant bouquets, expensive accessories, even tailored clothing to his exact size. All of the attendants around the house are told to pay attention to what Jamil wants so he can get it without him even asking. Every time Jamil wants to eat he’s getting expensive food, prepared by their best chefs.

and the entire time Jamil wants to resist, but he just… can’t. Over at the asims he WAS a servant, he didn’t get this kind of treatment, and Azul really wore down his walls the moment he woke up.

Once Jamil has fully recovered though, he doesn’t really want to go back. So one day during dinner he’s just like “I’ll marry you.”

“W-what?”

“I Said, I’ll marry you. You’ve proven your point, I like this. And…. It seems fun to have a mob boss wrapped around my finger.”

Azul’s face is fucking burning alive at that point. (He is however, very much like “and I will gladly stay wrapped-) he pulls the ring out of his pocket and slides it over to him.

“You have this on you?”

“I always do-“

#Jamiazu #azujami #twst #twisted wonderland #auauuaghh them #Jamil then becomes the most ruthless mob boss the moment he’s given power

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4-linz · 4 months

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Seven days a week.

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, angst( if u squint idk)

Summary: jungkook really hated being rejected and when he took you out on a date after your ACTUAL date stood you up he did everything to make you fall in love with him.

A/n I tried to replicate what happened in the MV the best I could with out copying the song and just based this off if the vibes each day gives off :")

Wc. 1067k

At the top of the building a person stands on the edge, watching someone who seems…to be playing...on a crane?

That “person” on the building was me. And that “someone” was my crazy friend-jungkook-who offered me on a date because my ACTUAL date stood me up. Now I have to deal with his crazy nonsense because now I think he may have fallen in love with me or something. It was Monday when jungkook told me his offer and that very same night we went out. It started off nice, me complaining about all the things i didn't like about my new "relationship"if that's what you want to call it , you know how he told me he would ask me to be his girlfriend soon but 2 months in now i dont think thats going to happen. Back to the story, the “date” started nice but when the waitress asked if we were together he said YES?! I was a little over dramatic but come on we are like best friends so of course i'm going to be a little put off.

Tuesday came around and jungkook was literally hanging off my train. I was going home for the week because we got into a fight after we got home Monday. We live together and I hated being awkward in my own home so I wanted to leave for the week. And how did he find out I was leaving? I don't know because I never told him. So him HANGING OFF MY TRAIN was a little scary until he started talking. Well yelling so i could hear him through the glass. Talking about how he's sorry even though that shit eating smile on his face was still present. Jungkook only wanted me to come back home because he likes me and hates being rejected. When I tell you he has a big ego… it is worse than words can describe. His fluffy hair flowing in the wind, as much as i hate to admit it he was very attractive.

Wednesday comes around and jungkook apparently is loved by my parents because they let him stay with me at their house… sometimes I think they love him more than me. Now I'm at the laundromat and this man keeps following me. The store, the park, even the skate park and he doesn't even know how to skate. While he's sitting on one of the washing machines I'm putting away my moms clothes in the dryer and suddenly one of the pipes broke and the whole place was filling with water. I didn't want to die with this moron by my side so I tried to get out but he pulled me back. I eventually got Jungkook's hands off my waist to scold him about how we were now stuck in a flooded building, the only thing he said was he didnt want to die alone. I looked this grown man in the eye and I was like WHAT?! So u would rather kill 2 people then 1 and he.said.yes. At this point we were swimming, and I was trying to dodge the splashes his hands made when he fell back as I pushed him, mad that he put me in this situation. He was begging for me to forgive him at this point but I was having none of it. He was honestly kinda cute like this. Thankfully before I went further into my weird thoughts someone opened the shut door that had become harder to open because of the pressure the water was putting on it and it all flushed out leaving us and my moms clothes wet.

Thursday came around and he got hit by a biker and when he saw me- i was only there because my mom sent me to go get some food and i had no idea where he was, i was kinda hoping he left me alone- Jungkook tried to get out of the bed the ambulance people put him in. that man is crazy-Dedicated if you will-but i kinda respect that. And when he finally convinced the doctors he was totally fine- besides the fact that he was very much delulu and cray cray- he somehow found me in a crowd of people going in different directions and gave me flowers he bought from some random guy selling them on the street. Jungkook scares me sometimes, but of course when he told me what happened I was worried, I mean how did he know he was completely fine?! I think that just fed into his delusions more but I didn't care at that moment. He's still my friend even if he's delulu and I do still care about him.

Friday A huge storm came by and what was Jungkook doing? Following me to the house so i didn't “ get blown away” well maybe he should have looked at the wind speed because he tripped up and fell into a metal pole hurting his back… welp not my fault.

Saturday nothing really happened besides him being dramatic and laying in a casket acting as if he died from the fall. God he was crazy. And as I stood up and laughed at him calling him crazy and went out of the building I missed how Jungkook smiled when he saw me laugh.

And that brings us to today. Sunday where he rented a crane and a professional to drive it just so he could pull a stunt that scared the crap outta me. As I stood at the edge of the building watching Jungkook carefully making sure he didn't fall I thought about Monday where he raced after me when I stormed off mad and how he really was sorry. Tuesday when he literally was hanging on to a train that was going quite fast with one hand. Wednesday when the places flooded and how if he died he wanted it to be with me. Thursday when he bought me flowers even though he was hurt. Friday when he got hurt trying to watch over me. Saturday when he faked his death just so I could laugh at him and call him crazy. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. So as we walked back home I took his hand in mine and smiled at him. Maybe we can try this out. :)

#bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook seven #bts x reader

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lazaruspiss · 8 months

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Ok I’m gonna shoot my question here while you are in a analysis red hood mode (??): what do you think about his mommy issues (and fandom’s making it a trope)?

ooooo oh ok ok. this ones touchy. while i dont think its that present in canon i do think its there and worth the however many fics there are about it. like obvi theres probably a lot of boring and/or bad takes about it but the concept itself isnt running contradictory to canon or anything. i reread aditf a bit for this and had some tangents ill put in another post, but back to mommy issues.

jason had very little parental presence in his life at all. dads in prison, moms sick, he has no one looking out for him. probably why he and bruce seem to have bonded fairly quickly and jason accepted him as a father figure faster than any of the others. jasons bar for what makes a decent parent was nonexistent bc hed never really had someone dedicated to taking care of him. (even damian was hesitant, bc bruce being his dad would create distance between him and dick bc dick would no longer be his mentor, and hed gotten a bit attached)

jason accepted bruce as a father, but still missed his parents. he loved and grieved for both of them and most likely missed the idea of having normal parents in general in addition to missing his parents themselves. his love for his mom is still there when he realizes shes his step-mom instead, but it's accompanied by the hope that he still has living family out there.

the fact that jason went on a mom hunt in the first place is already enough that im like, yeah, i see where the mommy issues talk comes from. but i think you can go a few different directions with it

so theres catherine todd, who we only really know as being sick and a substance user throughout jasons childhood up until her death. iirc she died while willis was either already dead or in prison and so theres a period of time where jason (10-12ish?) would be taking care of his mother alone. being your mother's caretaker when you're still in elementary school does not make for a normal relationship.

and sheila haywood was uh. an illegal surgeon of sorts who fled the country and started a new life. apparently had an existing connection to the joker when she lived in gotham. he knows who she is and he knows how to blackmail her. while sheila describes it to jason as an operation gone wrong, joker calls it an "illegal surgery that killed a teenage girl" and sheila didnt seem to dispute that. probably watered down a lot of details in her explanation to jason. (the combination of 'illegal' and 'teenage girl' feels like it could imply an abortion? but it's left vague) and THEN it turns out she was stealing money meant to be used to save starving refugees before the joker even showed up. she sure is something. she still tries to help jason after he helps her, but don't skip over the part where she helps him after he helps her. she is still a person, but she is a fundamentally selfish person in every way. her final words include her commenting on how jason was a good kid who loved his mother. ive seen people take her final moments as a show that she still loved him, but i don't see it. one of those "a person doing a fraction of a good thing doesnt absolve them of everything else" kind of deals.

in both cases jasons mother(s) were relying on him. he never had an opportunity to be cared for and treated like a child. i don't think jason would have specific "mommy issues" about either of them, i think that he'd have some heavy feelings about the concept of a mother itself. what's it like to have a mom? does he still have a chance to be cared for and nurtured? his childhood was over before he had even met batman. becoming robin and being murdered is just tripling the issues he would've already had about his childhood regardless.

this is starting to veer off topic but

yes im finding a way to make this about Brothers in Blood. bite me. but even the first time i read this something that really stuck out is how jasons imaginary version of dick refers to him as a kid. dick doesnt really... do that. he did back when jason really was a kid, but this page says a lot about jasons self perception. he still wants to be taken care of, even if its not specifically "mommy issues" he definitely yearns for a chance to be treated like a kid again, after having rarely gotten that kind of care when he was a kid. (this page in particular is the first page of nightwing (1996) #121, which is one that i have a physical copy of <3)

#asks #anon #jason todd

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angstymdzsthoughts · 2 years

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In which MXY looks like WWX, and LWJ agrees to look after him once he's trown out of Koi Tower. He's to marry into his household, but in exchange, he'd have to stay silent. For the pretense of him being WWX would break everytime he speaks. He didn't plan on falling in love with his husband, a husband whose heart will forever remain out of his reach. __ Then WWX is resurected in his own body thanks to NHS's scheming.

Mo Xuanyu first met Lan Wangji after he was thrown out of Koi Tower. Rumors about him trying to seduce his half brother had started to spread and Jin Guangyao had no choice but to remove him from the sect. The Jin guards had called him horrible names and then shoved him from the stairs of Koi Tower. The fall had felt like it lasted for an eternity before he finally rolled to a stop at the bottom.

He didnt know how long he laid there, bruised and hurting and crying into the dirt, before the faintest sound of silk robes made him look up. Hangung-Jun was with no doubt the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Pure and cold and breath taking, like a deity untouched by the filth of the world around him. Mo Xuanyu was in such awe of him. He was certain that he fell in love that very moment.

"Come," Hangung-Jun said. Without hesitation Mo Xuanyu scrambled to his feet and followed on shaking legs. Hangung-Jun could have led him to the Burial Mounds or the edge of the world and Mo Xuanyu would have followed. Instead he brought him to the Cloud Recesses. He brought him to his home.

"Thank you," Mo Xuanyu tried to say.

"Do not speak," Hangung-Jun ordered swiftly. "Never speak."

They did not have a proper wedding or even a simple tea ceremony. They did not wear red and their bows were done in the privacy of the jingshi with only Zuwu-Jun to witness it. Mo Xuanyu was not unhappy with their wedding. What right did he have to be unhappy when this was how Hangung-Jun wanted it? He would do anything, anything, that his husband asked of him. He dedicated himself to being a good, obedient husband who did whatever Hangung-Jun asked of him.

But then one day Zuwu-Jun came to the jingshi looking regretful. "You will be moving out of the jingshi immediately," he explained. "A house in Caiyi Town has been set up for you for the time being."

Mo Xuanyu did not ask why they were leaving the jingshi or when his husband would be joining him in Caiyi or why they were not simply being moved into a new house inside the Cloud Recesses. He only nodded and busied himself packing his belongings.

As Zuwu-Jun led him out of the Cloud Recesses they passed a man in dark robes shouting about how he refused to be parted from his donkey. Mo Xuanyu wanted to scold him for making such a racket and disturbing the peace of the Cloud Recesses, but said nothing because he is a good, obedient husband.

The house in Caiyi town was lovely. It was small and close enough to the lake that he could fall asleep listening to the water. He was given a servant who cooked and cleaned for him and Zuwu-Jun left him with more then enough money to last a lifetime. Zuwu-Jun left and did not return. Hangung-Jun never joined him.

Four months later all of Caiyi town was bustling with gossip and business. Hangung-Jun was getting married to the newly resurrected Yilling Patriarch! Mo Xuanyu wanted to scoff and correct people. "Hangung-Jun is already married," he wanted to say. "I have been a good, obedient husband who does as he's told and Hangung-Jun would never throw me away," he wanted to shout. "I am Hangung-Jun's husband, stop spreading such horrible lies," he wanted to scream.

He told himself that they were only spreading rumors because they didn't realize who he was. No one in Caiyi knew because Mo Xuanyu was unable to tell them because his husband requested that he never speak. He had faith that Hangung-Jun would come home and correct all of the townspeople. He spent his days daydreaming of his husband returning to him and rescuing him from malicious rumors again.

#mdzs #Mo Xuanyu #Lan Wangji #Lan Xichen #Unrequited love

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ikranwings · 1 year

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Lovers fate

Chapter two: flight of the Ikran

Warnings: none that I can think of? Maybe injury assessment?

This chapter is dedicated to a very good friend of mine! Who also created this lovely art you see below of the pair! Thank you so so much! I love you you are truly the best @nin3kyuu ARENT THEY SO FUCKING CUTE!!!! I COULD CRY.

also!!!! Nine! she created Mansks Ikrans name!!!!!!

Mansk had stayed true to his words, he didn’t leave her and he guided her the whole way before climbing up himself first. Making it easier for him to carefully guide her out of the water and onto the safety of the rocks around them. It was only now that she was out of the water that he was able to get a look at her, fully Assess any injuries she may have endured. To his relief The only thing she had sustained was the simple fact that currently she was unable to see. Permanently or for how long he was unsure but at the very least he was happy he was able to save the one person that meant the most to him in all of this. The one person who had begged him from the start not to go through with this mission because she was worried something horrible might happen to all of them.

“ Here sit down a moment and let me look at you.. Look you over i mean. “ Mansk had guided her into a sitting position seeing as how she couldnt look back and ensure she wasn't going to fall over or slide back into the ocean on accident. In time she would learn to live with it, Everything took time. At the moment he knew it would be uncomfortable for her, confusing even. All her life she had perfect vision, didn’t even need glasses of any sort in both human and recom form.

“ We should wring out our clothes, Get as much water out of them as possible before we move again. “ Mansk wanted to give her the option to do things for herself. He didn’t want her to fell dependent or useless to him because she wasn’t. In no way shape or form would she ever be that way to him, he only hoped that she would understand that. On top of that he couldn't guarantee she was always going to be in his line of sight in order to help her. Doing this sort of thing on her own right away was for the best and if she wanted the help he would not deny her that.

Mansk removed his vest as well as his sopping wet jacket, ringing it out before he laid it along the rocks temporarily. There was no use wearing it at the moment given how the water was weighing it down. This way it gave it a moment to dry out a bit while he regained his bearings, checked them both over for anything that might be abnormal. Gave him the chance to call for his ikran before they were to head off.

His shirt came off as well as his gloves in order for him to try and wring as much excess water out of his clothes as possible. Mansk spared quick glance back at Isabella chalking it up to the fact that he wanted to ensure she was doing alright with her own clothes.Carefully she to managed to peel her own shirt off leaving her bra on as she twisted the fabric of her shirt in her hands as tightly as she could manage before unraveling it and shaking it out as best she could. Isabella did this twice before putting her shirt back on and moved onto her pants,doing the exact same. Her fingers sliding around the waistband of the pants in order to find the button on the front as she didnt want to put them back on backwards after all. The pants were done with a little bit of difficulty but in the end she managed to get them back on all on her own. A step forward in Mansks eye seeing as how this was all brand new to her.

“ Here stay still for a moment. “ Mansk moved in order to kneel in front of her, a hand came to the side of her face as the other wiped some sort of wet cloth around her eyes. The man simply wanted to cover all bases, keep them clean just to help whatever healing process was ahead of them. He didn’t know what else to do, what could he do? There was no medical equipment in sight and it wasn’t as if he would know how to use it to begin with as that was more along the lines of Isabella’s expertise.

“ Do you think it will ever come back, i just.. There's no doctors around to really tell the full cause. “ Isabella had spoken and yet still leaned her head into his hand as he continued to clean her up as best as he possibly could. He knew what she was saying to be true but for now this was all he could do for her. For him personally he wanted to feel as though he was doing something helpful, something important after all of this.

“ I don’t know, I'm going to get you to a doctor as soon as possible, I promise. I just want to make sure it’s safe for you. “ He smiled, even if she couldn't see him do so he still smiled at her. Mansk was positive he could get the both of them out of there safely and get her the medical attention he felt as though she needed. Going back to the RDA was the only thing he could logically think of, he didn't know what else to do. Mansk didn't feel as though there was any Na’vi clan out there that would accept the two of them, especially after what he had done in this war.

“ Are you sure going back there is a good idea Mansk? They'll just send you out on another mission like this one,or worse.. I'm not sure I want to go back there. “ It was the truth, cold, hard and honest truth. Even if it meant getting her eyesight back she wasn't sure she would ever want to head back there. The RDA only ever brought death and destruction, something she realized early on after waking up in her recom body.

“ Its the only option i see.. “ Mansk sighed, what other choice did he have? They had to help her, they had no other choice but to help her… didn’t they? He didn’t really want to think about it all too much. He was a good soldier and they wouldn’t waste a bullet on him. Not when he cost them a fortune to make, not when they still needed others to fulfill missions. They needed him and they wouldn’t do anything rash like that, would they? Would they?

Mansk shook the thought away, there was no use worrying about that at the moment. At least not until he wrapped his head around the whole scenario. He had to make things right, had to find a way to help her get her eyesight back. Even though he had no hand in blinding her the man felt guilty that this had been the outcome she endured. He hated that she was the one punished when he seemingly came out unscathed aside from a few cuts and bruises. It wasn’t fair to her at all, especially since she had asked him from the very beginning not to be a part of this.

“ It doesn't matter, im going to find a way for you to get your eyesight back and everything will be okay again. Im sorry Issa.. “ As soon as Mansk had spoken Isabella had reached out for him, hands finding his shoulders in order to slide up towards his face. She wanted to ensure his focus was entirely on her and her alone before she was to speak, wanted him to take in everything she had to say to him before they where to proceed any further. “ Don't blame yourself Mansk. Please whatever you do dont blame yourself for what happened to me. You couldn't have stopped it, we were nowhere near each other when it happened.. Its not on you Mansk. “ A sigh left his lips, leaning his forehead against her own as his hands came up to her wrists. Thumbs stroking softly over her bare skin as he tried to find the words to speak, only he couldn't. There was nothing he could say to make himself feel better about the situation isabella had been thrown into because of this awful war. Instead he pressed his lips to her forehead before leaning back, “ I'm going to get us somewhere safe for the night.. We can go from there. Don't move.. I have to call for my Ikran. “

Standing he moved away from Isabella just far enough so when he was to call for his ikran it would have a safe space to land properly. Staying in the area of the reef clans after he had helped burn most of them was not the best idea. He deserved whatever punishment they would give to him, that was how he truly felt. Isabella however? She deserved none of this and he wouldn't allow her to pay for any of his wrong doings anymore than he already had.

A swift whistle came from his lips as he waited a moment before calling out its name, a name Isabella had not heard yet as she wasn't around when he and his ikran had chosen one another. His hands cupped around his mouth as if it would make the sound travel farther as he called out, “ Kobe!! “

A giggle bubbled up from behind him clearly coming from Isabella the moment he had called out for his Ikran, she must have found the name amusing or funny enough to elicit some form of laughter from her after he had said it, “ Kobe? Like the cheese? “ Isabella knew how good of a cook Mansk was, hell she lived for eating his cooking any time she got the chance to enjoy it. It was nice to have amongst the slop that the RDA fed them day in and day out that was for damn sure.

“ No Kobe like the steak…. Though the cheese is pretty good too. “ A laugh fell from him in return, it went from him calling his Ikran to them to the both of them laughing over a name that he had picked and she misinterpreted. He got to see her smile and that alone made him happy, happy to know that he could make her smile or even laugh. That he had caused that and no one else had at moment.

The cry of his Ikran could be heard from above their heads, the soft flap of its wings was heard as it perched itself on the opposite end of the rock formation. Mansk made his approach, petting the front of his ikrans head a moment in order to calm it down. THe commotion more than likely had confused it and yet it still stuck around for him, to ensure that he had a way out. The man had bonded with the animal and it was only now he realized just how complex things like this where.

Moments passed before he was to move away from Kobe. Ensuring he had grabbed his clothes that where previously set out on the rocks to dry as best as possible. His shirt and vest were the two things he put back on immediately, his jacket however was a different story.

“We’re gonna get moving, here I want you to put this on. '' Mansk kneeled down before Isabella once again. Draping his jacket around her shoulders he allowed her to slide her arms through the holes of the sleeves before he was to zip it up.

“ Mansk what is this even for? “ Isabella could tell it was his jacket, he always wore that damn thing outside or the RDA buildings. It was as if he didn't want to touch anything from the outside world on Pandora and yet here he was putting his jacket around her in order to ensure she was safe. Ensure that in his eyes she was going to be safe and well protected for the flight ahead of them. Sure it more than likely wasn't going to be a very long flight but Mansk didnt want to take any chances. He was far too concerned to think about anything else aside from her safety, shelter and some food. For now nothing else mattered, everything else would come second for now and that was where his mind was at.

“ We're going to fly for a bit… I want to protect you from the elements as we go… won't be that long.. Just enough to find camp for the night. “ Mansk took Isabella's hands into his own as they stood simply to guide her over to his Ikran. Connecting his Queue with Kobe he was unsure how to proceed with getting her up with him. Really he didnt think much further than to get the hell out of there.

“ Just show me where the stirrup is and ill get on after you with a bit of help. “ It was almost as if she could sense how apprehensive he was about proceeding. How concerned he was with loading her up with him and taking off. He was afraid of taking her up high into the air and she didn't want him to be. Isabella was blinded not weak, She could definitely keep a hold on the man as he flew through the air in order to try and find and create some sort of camp out for the night.

“ Alright fine.. “ Reluctantly he bent down slightly in order to grab her leg, ensuring her foot was placed carefully on the edge of the stirrup before he straightened himself up. He then took her hand and placed it along the neck of his ikran so it would be easier for her to steady herself on the way up. “Keep your hand here, I will help you up in a moment. “

Mansk then moved in order to step up, swinging his leg over the neck of his ikran before situating himself properly atop Kobe. His hand was placed carefully over her own, gripping tightly as her other hand came to lay over Kobe and pull herself up with Mansks help. He insisted he face her so her arms could wrap tightly around his waist while they flew through the sky. Mansk wrapped an arm around her momentarily in order to draw her in closer to his body as she settled in against him. Head nestled securely against his chest before he was to take off.

The ikran spread its wings before taking flight high into the sky. It would be sometime before they were to be over any forested area. Mansk had already decided they were not going to land anywhere near islands or the reefs villages. It just didn’t sit right with him after everything that had unfolded over the past few months to days. Sparing one last glance at Isabella before he was satisfied with where she was he could relax a bit for the remainder of the flight. A smile had crept across his face slowly, they were going to be ok. Mansk had Isabella and nothing else mattered at the moment. Though, he only hoped that others may have made it out of that. That some of his friends he had spend all those months out there with had survived. Perhaps they could regroup and find the proper direction they should go on. Despite how he seemed to form a plan and have a level head, the man was grasping at straws. Trying desperately to ensure his plans were good enough to keep the both of them alive.

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Hours passed and the daylight was starting to dim, he would have to land soon. If he wanted to get a fire going for the both of them and some food into the both of them he would have to la nd in the near future. Mansk went down within lush trees and dense foliage, something that could hide them for the night. Give them both a chance to rest and recuperate.

Instead of landing in the trees as one would in this scenario he had Kobe make his way to the ground. Allowing Mansk to get down first and for Isabella to slide safely down and onto the forest floor before he allowed his Ikran to retreat into the trees.

“ I'm going to get a fire going for us and then something to eat. “ Mansk gently tugged Isabella by her arm in order to direct her over to what looked like a fallen limb from a tree that must have broken off in past storms. The plan was to start a quick fire before hunting something down that he could cook up for the two of them to eat. Perhaps even save the rest for morning or if they were to get hungry along the way. Mansk had no idea how long this journey was going to be for them, he had an idea of where he was going to take the two of them, but nothing confirmed, fully quite yet.

“Do you have an extra knife? “ Isabella‘s question was to the point, she wanted to be useful in the situation, even if there wasn’t much she could do. Sure she was blinded, but I didn’t mean she couldn’t work on things while sat in place.“I need a knife and a stick that’s thick enough you can wrap your hands around. Will need it to help cook whatever you catch. It’s better to get them both done at once, it will give me something to do. “

“ I… if you’re positive you want to do that yeah. “Mansk didn’t necessarily agree with having her do that however, he knew she just wanted to participate. She just wanted to feel useful and not burden him. Who is heated and I heard that fact? Even though she was no burden on him at all, this was his way of helping her. If she was concerned about feeling helpless? Then he would do what he could in order to push that sort of thought to the very back of her mind.

A fire was quickly set up giving the pair a moment to warm up before Mansk was to set out for some food. What Isabella had requested had been placed within her hands in order for her to get to work as well. With Isabella’s knowledge and his muscle and skill set, the two of them would be just fine. There wasn’t much either of them had to worry about aside from surviving and getting through those few nights in the wilds of Pandora.

“I’m not going to go far, I’m just going to get us something to eat and come back. “Mansk wasn’t entirely sure if it was going to be meat or fruits he found around the area. No matter what he was going to find something edible for the both of them to enjoy around there little fire.

“Just be careful please, if you find a hexapede the Na’vi call them Yerik, you might find a slinger. Avoid them at all costs, I don’t want you hurt… not for me please. “Isabella had knowledge of many of the creatures that resided on Pandora. When they first started out they had gotten a debriefing on the flora and fauna of the planet, Isabella had been one of the scientists there teaching them the basics. What to avoid, what was far too dangerous to approach and definitely what was poisonous to ingest.

A faint smile appeared on Mansks face as he leaned forward in order to press his lips to her forehead, hesitating a moment to pull away before he was to speak up one last time. “I’ll be ok, I won’t be long just stay here and I’ll be back before you know it. “ he hated having to leave her there alone,however it had to happen. Food was a priority the both of them needed. For now water was settled considering the cantine he had on his ikran was still full. The quicker he left meant the quicker he could be back with a catch for the night. Sparing one last glance at Isabella beside the fire he tracked off into the forest in search of anything to tide them over for the next few days.

They would be ok, they had to be.

Things had to end up alright.

He had to tell her.

I love you.

I love you more than this job.

I love you more than life itself.

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leviathan-supersystem · 9 months

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it feels like many self-described leftists hold similar beliefs about the baseline of existence in this world as those of liberals, where humans exist as fully formed theoretical astral beings devoid of any needs (kind of the base assumption for the "free trade" too!), where the abundance of food and household items just inherently exists as an abstract unchangeable fact instead of being the product of a very very large number of extremely exploited people being overworked beyond all limits and living in absolute squalor, just to plant, grow, water, harvest, package and transport the vegetables and the fruit that just "magically appears" at their stores. they genuinely feel so alienated from all the necessary work required for them to live in my eyes they barely understand that it's like, hard? all of it? growing and harvesting crops, manufacturing fabric, dyeing, printing, sewing, developing and creating 100000000 types of medicine, making steel, glass, plastic, etc etc. -- all of it takes a lot of work! work is not "inherently morally good" it just tends to be good because it makes us not die in the worst case, and not live miserably in the best case.

i mean, yeah, it would be awesome if food, shelter, clean drinking water, clothes, furniture all just appeared fully formed, ready to use! i would fucking love that! but in the physical flesh realm, where i exist, all of those things rely on an insanely large network of real flesh and blood humans who have to dedicate a good chunk of their life time and life force to make sure those get created, and actually hold that promise practically every single day.

"No one should have to work" ok, then, in a society where no one works, how will you eat?

"oh, some people will just work anyway" ok, then you admit that you DO want some people to work, or at the very least feel morally obligated to work? or do you just want the proletriat to be "someone else", just not you?

should those people who "will work anyway" not also have the right to not work? and when they make use of that right, what will you do to address the resulting shortages?

if those people in the comments and reblogs even just had to do something simple, like be roommates with someone who didnt feel like they are obligated to do the dishes, and left their dirty dishes all over the place, sure, they might clean up once or twice, but at some point they would absolutely confront that person, and it would absolutely make a difference to them if that person genuinely cannot clean up after themselves or just sees them as their personal housemaid. how does that not make a difference?

anyway, if you have 2 leftists, and one doesn't feel obligated to grow or forage food, and the other doesn't feel obligated to prepare it - what do they eat?

war flashbacks when i read this part

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katabay · 8 months

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I'm going to be honest finding your account has sent me down a rabbit hole I did not expect to find myself in, yesterday I spent six hours, looking at all of your stuff and I'm absolutely amazed, I have no words. Your art and everything you talk about I'm absolutely fascinated in a very normal way I don't mean to sound weird. I was wondering if you had any thoughts to share with someone who's hating everything they draw and have lost the fun and passion when creating, I want to snap out of it.

I've been holding onto this ask for a minute because a few years back I went through a phase (I call it a phase, I fully intended never to pick up art again) where I also hated everything I was making

ultimately, what got me out of it was mostly doing other stuff. not even in a 'get a new hobby,' kind of way, I hated drawing in my sketchbook, so I started cutting out washi tape as clothes over old sketches and filling in the negative space between scribbles with highlighter and pen colors I thought looked nice. I went out to daiso, bought $10 worth of stickers, and started putting them where I thought it would look nice when I got the urge to do something but still couldn't bring myself to actually pick up a pencil.

if there's something that you know for sure you don't like about art, it can help to confront it and then go in the other direction. there were a lot of things I used to draw because I felt like it was expected, only I was unhappy all the time, and once I realized I was unhappy because I wasn't actually exploring what I thought was interesting about the subject holding my attention, it was sometimes easier to see what I DID want to do, I just had to acknowledge what I DIDNT want first.

that said, I still have an on-off again antagonism with myself and art, it's messy and it's always going to be that way for me, but whenever I feel stuck, I do try to change things up, or head off to a space that I feel has absolutely no expectations from me whatsoever. like. whenever I get really annoyed on my history blog, I actually turn to watching 2PM's vlogs on youtube. I have enough 2PM art in my sketchbooks I almost thought about making a dedicated HOTTEST twitter account lmao.

probably my last thought on this might be: try keeping two sketchbooks. nothing expensive. one can be something more serious, but keep a space just for yourself to fuck around in. don't draw in it unless you want to. put stickers in it, press flowers that you think look neat. buy some cheap water colors and see if you like the blues that you get out of it. it's okay to feel antagonistic towards art, but if you aren't ready to break up with it (and art will always be there if you want to go back, that's an important thing), I've found the straightforwardness of 'I like these stickers, so I'm going to put them on top of this square of blue I liked,' to be akin to leaving messages for someone you aren't ready to talk to face to face just yet, but maybe someday.

#idk if this was helpful but i am wishing you the world anon #(a lot of my current antagonism with art comes from expectations i feel other people have for me #and also this part of me that doesn't want to come across as cringe so i'll suffocate things i want to do for things i think will #come across more serious. usually tho i kill this impulse in its sleep because the joy of embracing whatever bullshit #captures my attention is so much more satisfying in the end #i will say part of what fixed a lot of it was allowing myself to feel angry that art wasn't what i wanted it to be #bc in turn it let me start to figure out what i wanted to do)#ask tag #actually hang on i have a. i have a photoset from a show that had a really good bit on creative burnout that might be #....comforting? maybe. i think about it often #i'll have to dig it up

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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━"Manning The Mics"

━Tw: None

━Notes: I have delted this over five times on accident. If there's any typos- too bad so sad I'm never revisiting this. It took so long ;-;

━Song: "Why Am I Anxious" By Tom Cardy

"You know I have the power to fire you right."

Giggles filled with pure mirth came from (Y/n) as they tried not to double over, staring at their unamused boss, whom, was covered head to toe in sticky notes.

Their record for how many post-it notes they could place on one person had been 18. Had been.

Now it was a whopping 23.

As one could clearly tell if they took one look at the man in front of (Y/n).

You know, suprisingly, working at a studio downtown dedicated to airing a local t.v channel wasn't all that entertaining. Especially when someone like (Y/n)—who had mounds of untapped potential according to the company—was stuck wiping the dust off of camera lenses instead of putting their four years at college to use.

What's the use of going to school for a degree in sound design if they didn't even use it.

So they had to find a way to spice up their day to day routine. That didn't involve loitering around the snack table untill the day ended. (The coffee tasted like shit anyways.) What better way than slapping half a pad of post-its on your co-workers.

"If I didn't like you so much I would have kicked you out a long while ago."

(Y/n) paused their laughing fit to swipe dramatically at the corner of their eyes, pretending to wipe a tear away.

"Yeah. But you wouldn't want to get rid of 'one of the most talented workers you've seen in years'. Your words not mine." They clasped their hands together with an overdone grin, looking up at their (still) uninterested boss. He just grumbled at them in response.

Honestly Robert wasn't a bad supervisor. He never yelled at anyone, only tossing the occasional death glare when people needed to be reminded of things. Which was much appreciated concidering his sagging eyebags and sardonic demeanor made it seen like he would and could snap at the smallest thing.

He was pretty nice to (Y/n) anyways. Treated them like a hyper cousin. You know; the one you always saw getting yelled at by their mom at family gatherings because they put a whoopee cushion on someone's seat.

"Listen. I didnt call you in here to talk about, er, this." Robert plucked a blue sticky note off his temple, crumbling the material up into a ball and flicking it across the room.

It landed in the waste bin by his desk perfectly, making (Y/n) widen their eyes with an entertained smile. Robert didn't share their enthusiasm.

"I got an email from HQ this morning. One of the cast members saw you, ah 'performing by the water cooler' the other day so to speak, and wanted to meet you for something in building 2M today. As in, fifteen-minutes-from-right-now today."

(Y/n) saw a flash of remorse pass across his eyes. His tone was gentler now. The kind of gentle tone people use when they tell you your dog was just run over by a steam roller.

They felt their heart drop, face twisting into an unpleasant expression.

It had just been a bit of goofing off. Balancing a cherry on their nose before popping it in their mouth and tying the stem like a magician presenting their next trick—that kind of stuff. They didn't even know a cast member would be there. If so they would have used one of their sick days ahead of time. (Can you blame them. No one wants to be in the same room as their boss when their working.)

"Do you know who saw-"

"No. I don't know. I'm sorry (Y/n)." Robert's lips twitched down into a frown full of sympathy. He reached out to place a hesitant pat on their arm, the gesture holding a lot more meaning than anyone would think.

"If they try to fire you, quit before they can. That's business 101."

Well that certantly made them feel a lot better.

"Thanks. Want me to just hand in my resignation now or-?"

"Shut up (Y/n)." He rolled his eyes. But there was no annoyance behind it.

"You need to get going anyways. And-" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"-good luck."

"Just make sure my headstone looks nice and neat alright?"

"Fuck off."

Offices surrounded by glass should be illegal.

That's all that was going through (Y/n)'s brain as they walked through the winding hallways of headquarters. More specifically building M2.

They could see everything going on in the rooms due to those stupid glass walls, yet nothing at the same time. It was anxiety inducing.

But also what-the-fuck inducing.

A man with a cowboy hat, sunglasses, and atrocious mouth mullet was talking to a group of terrified looking people in one area while waving around what was, hopefully, a fake gun.

In the room next to him was a masked figure in a skin tight black body suit, posing like a superhero while resting their comically large hands by his hips. They almost looked to be roleplaying if anything.

The company didn't talk about this in the introduction video.

What room were they supposed to be in again? The lady at the front desk had said the one with the cream walls right? Or was it gray-

They let their feet lead them down a few more twists and turns while trying not to think about it too much. The contents in the rooms only got more bizarre as they went, albeit less and less people occupying them untill no one was left.

The journey only paused when a room on their right came up, big bold letters above it reading Conference Room.

Hey, that room looked cream colored enough.

(Y/n) pushed the glass door open, head popping in as they scanned the contents of the place. Just as their view from the outside suggested, no one was in there.

"Yeah. Okay. That's great. Invite me up here why don't you. Give me a heart attack why don't you. Make sure not to show up before me why don't you."

Their words were full of nerves, bones in their neck popping as they cracked it anxiously.

Who exactly was the cast again? They knew the general idea that surrounded all of them. The Big Men. The bosses. The people who ran this entire company in their free time.

Wispers about who exactly they were ran rampant on set some days. How one was a demon. The other was an insane pink Willy Wonka. Someone even had a thoery that they were all just fragments of one mans mind, which was met with as many eyerolls and scoffs as one would think.

Honestly (Y/n) had never paid much attention to any of the theories. They were never gonna meet the guys in charge anyways, so why bother? They'd much rather spend their time getting their job done quickly so they could spend the rest of their shift goofing off.

But now, walking around the oval shaped table and eyeing the place skeptically, they wish they had listened in to those conversations.

"Ah! Wonderful! We were wondering when you would show up sugarplum!"

(Y/n) nearly jumped three feet in the air, whirling around to the source of their sudden spike in heart rate.

Right where seconds ago no one had been sitting were six individual men surrounding the brown table.

Everyone looked the same. But different. It was a wonder how they had never really seen any of them before, despite working on set and them being the 'main cast'.

They all were staring straight at (Y/n), who swore their face lost all color at the attention.

Each one was dressed in different attire, ranging vastly from suits to hospital scrubs. A couple of them even looked to be glitching. Or was that buffering? They couldn't tell.

"Well come on! Sit down sit down. There's a chair right next to Bim and Hosty right there!"

Their eyes flickered to the enthusiastic man with messy brown hair, his voice slurred as if he'd been drinking. A pink tinted mustache moved with his words, which they couldn't help but stare at for a moment.

Nonetheless they listened, walking over to the chair he spoke of and slowly sitting down. If they hadnt felt small enough being stared at by six separate pairs of eyes, they certantly did now.

The one—Hosty he had been called?—on their left was a man in a light brown trench coat. He was rather handsome looking, albeit solom. He had a bandage around his head, weaving through his dark tresses and covering his vision. There looked to be dried blood stains where his eyes were, causing them to wonder how he could even see them.

"The Host thinks it's rude to stare."

(Y/n) quickly looked away at their words, choosing instead to eye the other man beside their seat.

Not like they had much of a chance to before a hand was shoved in their face.

"HI! Bim here. Bim Trimmer. Extrodinare in everything! That's Bim Trimmer. B-I-M, T-"

"Alright that's enough Bim. You're startling them." Someone said with a sigh.

The hand pointing straight inbetween the area of their eyes slowly reclined, Bims smile still ever present—if a bit forced now.

Who the absolute hell were these people.

"Wilford, why exactly are we all here?"

"Ah, yes. That!"

(Y/n)s eyes furrowed in the slightest, shifting in their seat as they watched the smiling man shuffle around for some papers. His tounge would come out and lick his lips occasionally and they tried not to acknowledge Wilfords little wink when he noticed them looking.

He then slammed a file decorated with stickers down on the table, patting it gently as if he didn't just completely demolish it against the furnitures surface.

"(Y/n) (L/n)! Works in building 4A, mic check crew. Born in Nevada, moved to Ohio to pursue their career in sound design! An adventurous little thing."

"We know Wilford. I recal reading the report on their interview. A very interesting one." A very monotone voice said, before screaming.

(Y/n)s eyes widened as a red and blue verson of the person across from them split in the air, howling. They looked to be in the worst pain imaginable. It was enough to make (Y/n) forget about the mention of their rather embarassing interview. (Let's just say the janitor had to stay overnight that day)

And then the figures were gone.

"Host notices (Y/n) jump. He wishes tell them that they were not imagining that. It is simply Dark becoming a bit aggitated."

Alright. So that made no sense. Perfect.

How to deal with this. Avoid eye contact? No they were already doing that. Music? Earbuds were in the car damnit. Oh-

Humor.

"So, is this gonna be done by my lunch break, because I have some tofu in the fridge I really can't let sit too long. Last time that happened I had to quarantine for a few months and oh boy-"

Their words faded the more they talked, nerves increasing by the moment.

Alright so no jokes. Tough crowd.

"Are you going to fire me? Becuase if so I quit first."

That made Wiford let out a hearty laugh, a few others joining in with small chuckled. Even the monochrome ones lips tilted up slightly, his expression having been stony untill now.

"Fire you? Why of course not! On the contrary sugar! Here, have some candy."

Before (Y/n) could say anything in retaliation a lollipop was shoved forcefully in their mouth. They gagged on it slightly, muffling out a 'hey!' as the sweet flavor coated their tounge.

Wilford just winked.

Host quietly narrated their flushed face with a slight tilt of his head.

They worked the treat around with their tounge, successfully muted as Wilford continued to go on a rant, pacing around the room and its inhabitants. Tossing out reasons why he had called them all up here with the occasional off topic discussion.

"-ut (Y/n) we were wondering if you'd like to come work in our building! On Warfstashe Tonight to be specific." He finally finished, filling with his suspenders and leaning down to look them in the eye with half closed lids.

He was so close, they could have stuck him in the eye with the end of their lollipop stick—and honestly was thinking about it just to see what would happen. So thank god for Host.

"The Host feels a bit neglected when Wilford fails to mention his podcast."

"Yeah, what The Host said. I'm Bim Trimmer! The Bim Trimmer! I need a mic guy too for my show about me! Bim!"

"They could help me with my diagnosis'. It's always more fun to tell people that their dying with an audience."

"I-I have no-o use f-for a us-seless huma-an."

Fuck you too blue shirt guy.

"Settle now." The dark man said again. Wait, dark? Dark.

(Y/n) thought someone had called him that. Strange name. However, it fit them.

"Wilford I recommend you stop playing with this poor human and get on with it. We can all figure out a schedule later. We've already confused them enough."

"You're no fun Darky." Wilford pouted, snatching the lollipop right out of (Y/n)'s mouth and placing it in his own. He sighed as he walked away, licking it at his leisure.

They blinked at the unsanitary action.

"But fiiiiine. Meeting dismissed. That means you too bubblegum. I can escort you out to your car if you'd like."

The pinkette was smiling at them innocently while twirling the spit coated treat around in his hand. But with the way Wilford looked them up and down they felt like he wanted to do more than just escort them to their car.

By now most of the other members at the table had gotten up to leave, shuffling around and making small talk amongst themselves. Not many spared an extra glance at (Y/n). Which they were thankful for. Their head was already spinning a little.

"Uh, no thanks Wilford. I'll just go back to my erm, building now." They declined his offer as politely as possible.

"You have some important tofu waiting for you if I'm not mistaken." Dark smoothed down his suit as he stood up, red and blue iris' boring into (Y/n)s own as he spoke. They had forgotten he was even there, which unnerved them a little. Silent guy.

"Uh, yes. Yes. That's it. Mhm yes totally. Tofu. I'll go get that and then I'll just- see what's left to do around here." (Y/n) stuffed their hands into their pockets, already starting to inch towards the door stiffly.

Wilford whined once or twice. But the glass door slammed in his face before any real words could make it out of his mouth, (Y/n)s pace increasing as they sped walked away with eyes as big as dinner plates.

They mentally thanked Dark for an opportunity out of there. They had never had trouble socializing in any sort of way, but in that room being offered so many promotions—could they even be called promotions if you're just thrust into the job—it felt more like they were being cooed and ogled at by a bunch of higher beings. Mainly Wilford.

But- whatever. They would do their research. The deranged Willy Wonka theory didn't seem too crazy anymore.

For now though–

–they were really craving a lollipop.

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kthyg · 2 years

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; ETERNAL REST | JJK

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : angst, yandere, royalty au, kingdom au

rating : pg-13

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warnings : this story deals with implications of murder and infidelity.

word count : 1.1k+

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💌 note from winter :

this stupid IMAGINE has been stuck with me since last year, it's time for you to be free. no jk, i love this baby of mine very much because this was my very first attempt to write kingdom au/ royalty <"3

this short drabble existed because of billie from her song no time to die :)) i randomly found this song and i thought it's a good song that i have way too many ideas from this song only (omg so exaggerating) HABAHAH

honestly, this was supposed to be a full length story but i ended up building another plot with similar yet different ending and so i didnt want to delete this draft ending so i thought i would post it separately! ^^

t/n: this was not proofread nor beta-ed!

if it makes sense, this will be the alternative universe/ending to the original story.

💌 what is winter listening to? :

No time to die by Billie Eilish.

dedication : to my past self who didn't manage to finish this.

The air around you was heavy, almost suffocating yet you did not feel any thick lump in your throat. You did not find it hard to breathe.

Even when the air was tainted with what smelt like rust.

Metallic smell.

Blood.

The once calm ambience now turned to a deep and heavy pinging sound. The sharp metal that you held before was now dropped down to the carpeted floor. The once shiny sharp metal was now covered with blood. The red metallic substance dripped from the sharp metal and smudged the carpeted floor.

Your face lacked any reaction and emotion. Your face was blank as if the knife that was dug into someone’s chest was not your doing. As if the scene never happened. As if the blood in your view was merely water over a sleeping body.

Some of the blood brushed onto your beautiful dress but you paid no heed. You were certainly not in any rush, and certainly you were not panicking.

Albeit slowly realising, there was one thing that bothered you.

The silence. The deafening silence.

The silence was killing you, just like how you had killed your lover with your own two hands.

Your lover, the King.

Jeon Jungkook.

Was it your fault as you have killed him? You should be feeling guilty, you should be terrified, panicking, your body and mind filled with dreadfulness. You were supposed to be wailing, crying and screaming out of sorrow and grief.

Tale of woe.

You’ll think of it later.

Jungkook died of his own sin.

Your eyes moved slowly from the floor towards the body lying peacefully on the soft mattress. His eyes were closed. There was no hint of pain or discomfort on his beautiful face. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, as if this was another night of you watching him rest. His lips were slightly parted but there was no respiration that happened. There was no exhaling and no inhaling.

His dead body laid perfectly on the mattress.

Too perfect that it had you thinking, was he expecting this?

No one was perfect but Jungkook was the King. Enemies left and right, wanting him dead. To be assassinated in his sleep?

That was foolish of him; letting his guards down.

A hand was placed softly on your lover’s cold and pale cheek as you caressed it lovingly. “If you had not thought of committing infidelity, I would have forgotten about the task Taehyung had given me, my love.”

You rose and strode towards the vanity. The rouge was picked out of its place and into your hand. You picked up a brush as well before walking back to Jungkook. Your knees fell beside his bed as you unsealed the rouge. The brush was dipped into the jar of rouge and your hand moved the brush to the direction of his lips.

“Your lips are pale, Your Majesty.” You chuckled and began to brush the rouge against his lips.. “I love you just like how you always tell me to love you. I learned to love you until you learned to unlove me.”

The brush stroked against Jungkook’s lips, colouring them to the shades of red. As if his lips were a blank canvas, you brought the brush against his lips delicately, painting him to perfection. “You’re so beautiful, Jungkook, even in your sleep. Even in your eternal rest.”

Another stroke.

“If I can’t have you,”

Another stroke.

“Then, no one shall have the honour.”

A last stroke before you pulled away, admiring your art. His pale lips turned into his usual cherry lips. Dipping the brush into the jar of rouge, you tapped the brush lightly against his cheeks and dab it with your fingers to blend it smoothly.

“You were my life.”

After finishing his makeup, you put away the items you have held and pulled the soft duvet, tucking him in. His face was eerily calm, free of frown whatsoever. Perhaps, dying in his sleep was the least painful death you could give to him, despite the sin he had committed. What he saw before letting out his last breath was darkness and you.

A sweet and pain-free death, just for your lover.

You rose to your feet from your kneeling position and sat next to his inert body. Running your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing it until his raven-black hair was neat and tidy. You didn’t find the sentiment to cry, wail, even when you saw the blood seeping through the duvet, drenching a spot with blood, albeit not perceptible, you knew it was blood and his blood.

You had just killed your lover.

But you couldn’t think of anything.

What was right and what was wrong.

But then again, there was never a right and a wrong in this world. A wrongful act could be a righteous act and a righteous act could be a wrongful act. Mayhaps, you knew your action was a wrongful act, unjustified even, but you deemed this act to be righteous.

You were only preventing Jungkook from committing further infidelity and made him loyal to you forever.

“Fret not, my love,” you whispered. “I will rule your kingdom with my all.”

With that, you planted a soft kiss on top of his cherry lips. Your eyes were closed as your lips touched his cold ones. The kiss was empty. It lacked warmth, devoid of feelings and emotions but it lasted longer than intended. You pressed another kiss on top of his forehead. Yet another cold sensation.

“Was I stupid to love you, after all, Your Majesty?” You pulled away and stared deeply at his tranquil face.

The bright doe eyes you once adored have darkened and closed forever.

The sweet vocal of his that was always the honey to your ears has gone silent for eternity.

After what felt like hours of staring, you rose from the bed and smoothened the bed. Tidying up anything that needed to be tidied up. Once you were done, you took two steps back.

“Are you death or paradise, Jungkook?” Your voice came out as a soft whisper. “Is your death, the end of me? Or it’s the gateway to my own paradise?”

You walked towards the door with decisive steps, albeit unmindful of the blood that had stained her dress and the bloody weapon laid carelessly on the floor.

“You were the death of my morality,” You halted your steps. “But you were, are, and forever will be the only paradise I dreamed of.”

Turning back to see Jungkook for one last time, a glint of melancholy flashed in your eyes.

And that was it.

Your tale of woe.

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

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ANOTHER MERLIN RANT. ok i have to admit there are a few plot holes in merlin, the cgi would give you nightmare and they have never heard of historical accuracy and somethimes that characters act in ways whih i think are out of character. However, i love it.

There was one example os such a thing where is season 5 merlin was ledt alone in these tunnels, unconsious and hurt. Arthur was wounded and unconsicous also so he isnt to blame. In fact before he got hurt he was looking for merlin but what about the other knights?? Gwaine especially who said in the past merlin is his one true/only friend. He has protected merlin even when he got banished for it. The other knights are also his friends, why would they leave him? After dedicating everything to his Kingdom? Granted they dont know that but he lived there for 10 years!

I struggle to believe why he was last seen in the caves with everyone leaving and then there was a cut scene to Camelot! Ok it could be a filming error where they didnt realise they made it appear as if they left him but it rly doesn't seem that way! Imagen you risked ur life to save ur friends. You have traveled days in snowy mountains with barley any food and water, u were captured by bandits, escaped, broke into a castle of a dangerous enemy (morgana and her men) fought ppl and went back as a distraction, then u saw ur friend (arthur) threatened so u run to help him and u get throw into a rocky cave wall. Ur now fading into unconsiousness and the last thing u see is ur friend being threaten with a knife.

This is what must of happened after. You wake up. There is no light and bodies all around you. It is deathly quiet. U have a possibly bleeding head and are all alone. All the ppl u risked ur life for have left u. In enemy territory. Imagen the betrayal and sadness. Except merlin doesnt do anything. He is back in Camelot in the same episode. NO ONE, remarks on his being left. Did they not notice or just not care? What would feel worse. He travelled all the way back, days, all alone. How loyal he is, how sad he must be. I don't think his closest inner circle will have left him. No matter how they sleem slightly to have drifted apart in the last season or two.

Its horrible, not even mentioning one of the next episodes where Gwen, one of his closest friends previously (again drifted apart) accused him of Murdering Arthur and everyone just .... went along with it? Belived it? The pain that no one belives u, trusts u. He served arthur for 10 years, he has publicly risked his life on numerous occasios. he is the only one to speak plainly to arthur without a filter and trys to get him to show emotions (except gwen his wife, but even she is more respectful and timid in this way). How could his closest friends belive he would hurt arthur and condem him to death. If Arthur hadn't woken, merlin would have been executed by his friends. Gwen, who he has saved and risked his life for on multiple occasions.

Fair enough, shes possessed but why wouldnt the others refuse, stop her?? Its too out of character or, merlins friends rly dont trust him enough or are gullible. I lean more towards gullible/oblivious cause no one in merlin seems to see his obviously golden eyes and accept Merlin's or Gaius's excuses. Thats a horrible feeling for merlin, actually for anyone. That the ppl u would die for wouldnt do the same for u, they would infact do the opposite. Again arthur is in a coma cause of the poison he could do nowt.

#merlin #rant #merlin is mistreated #neglect #poor merlin #arthur pendragon

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fruit-salad-ship · 1 year

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Potential hypothetical au where peach ran away with Val and bob to Alola and met plum when they were still kids what sorts of potential wholesomeness and angst could they get up to?

Actual kids? Not viable to run away really. Maybe young teens? like 13-14? Might be able to survive without adult intervention, least peach would manage.

hypothetically at that age, Peach's no longer shy, and has been through a fair few things that'd toughen her up and make her harsher than an average kid. She'd be less inclined to have fun, and more driven to get strong and as far away from home as possible. What better place than an island region with a lot of inhospitable jungle and mountain terrain. She's great in the heat so its a good region for her.

If plum met her at that age in her home region, and not at the ranger course, she'd be more inclined to try to get along with her at the start, but would swiftly learn that this traveller is a bit of an ass and perhaps she shoudl try to beat her rather than join her. Plum lacked a present traditional family, and while they were loving and gave her everything she could ever want, they did not give her what she needed, which was dedicated personla time with her parents.

As opposed to peach who got everything she needed, food, water, time with her relatives, dedicated training, but nothing she wanted which was any form of gentle upbringing or regular childhood. Both households are well off, both familys took a different route to raising kids, both girls ended up lonley for very different reasons.

more below, because it was its own little beast and i needed to type it up.

Plum was alwasy the smartest in her class, a real book worm with a sharp mind for tactics and strategy. She thrived doing track and field, and was alwasy known for partaking in the alolan festivals as a dancer with others from her area, being a full blooded Alolan, she was immersed in the culture and loved to show off that aspect of her life. Her rich family though able to give her the things needed to excel, lacked a loving wholesome touch, and she was alwasy left with her brother and a house keeper, instead of her own flesh and blood who were jetting off to secure deals and do their jobs at an incredibly high level. This left Plum lonley, no one posed a challenge to her, and though she had friends, they never pushed her to work ahrder, only ever try to relax.

One day she's in the market, picking up some of Missy's favorite berries, ordering a few items for the week, running errands, and this scruffy looking girl is at a counter haggling over a bag of items on the counter. From listening in its apparent that the girl had forraged for incredibly rare goods, and the price offered to her for them was way below average, even before the markup percentage. Even Plum realised there was clearly some unfair dealing going on, and dropped a comment while looking at some flowers on the same stall close by. The shop keeper eyed her, now it was 2 v 1, and begrudgingly increased the offering price. The scruffy girl agreed, handed over the goods and took her money. Plum was about to talk to her but as she turned, noticed she'd already made off down the street. A little run caught her up.

"Arent you going to say thanks? You needed my help back there you know." The girl looks over her shoulder at her, huffs, mutters 'thanks' and continues to walk. Plum is left standing there, mostly shocked at the lack of interest, a little mad, a little curious, watching this pink haired girl vanish around a corner. Back home she's irritated that she didnt initiate a battle or something, didnt even think to get her name? Or ask what she was doing there? She looked like she was from…Sinnoh, maybe Johto? A guess, but probably right, too pasty looking to be alolan, though the freckles were…present. Been here a while. Her brother kicked her under the table, getting her attention, and the two tried to sit and eat together with the house keeper, discussing their days, plum said nothing of her encounter.

By the time she saw that girl again, she'd nearly forgotten her, it was only because she was out on the beaches training with some pokemon, early morning hours as plum walked past to get to the post office, that she even thought to go over. She watched as a vulpix, torkoal, rockruff, ribombee, and Stuffle all seemed to work hard with her, there however was a lot of other mons around, some whimpod had crept in from the rocky shore, a few morelull had emerged from the tree line. She would talk to them all, and though plum was too far away to hear, she saw the angry face soften for them. Perhaps she'd been a little quick to judge her. Taking a step closer, a twig snapped under foot, every pokemon either turning to face the sound, or scattering fast. The girls gentle expression hardened just as quickly, a sneer as she peaked from behind a bush. "Oh. It's you." She turned to leave quickly, a single whistle that rallied the pokemon with her to follow, the vulpix staying behind to give Plum a menacing sneer, before following like a flash behind her trainer. "Wait! You were training right? Wouldnt it be better to train against someone?" The steps in the sand paused, a moment passed where the girl clearly considered the options, before half turning to look back at her. "You dont look like much of a fighter." She saw the eyes look her up and down, judging. “Then its easy money right?” Plum knew how to manipulate enough to at least tempt her to stay, and so the girl fully faced her, and shrugged. Their battle was brief. Plum only had one pokemon, a Dratini, and the girl fought it with her Rockruff. The little dragon clearly didn’t listen well, if pokemon got ADHD, that one certainly had it. A few attacks and it was returned, hurt but fine. As agreed plum handed over some cash, and watched the girl pocket it and turn to go. She had something plum did not, and perhaps it was a golden opportunity to learn more, and be better. “Can we fight again sometime?” The question didn’t stop the girl walking, but she did glance back at her defeated opponent. “You want to lose more cash so easily?” “I cant just accept defeat and give up trying. It’s a matter of time before I figure you out and win one day…If we get a few more battles in?” Only now did she stop, still watching Plum, a determined expression across her face. The girl appreciated her tenacity, wouldn’t say it out loud, but she wasn’t willing to give up so easily, in all honesty she expected the purple haired teen to cry over the loss, she looked soft, too soft. This would be very easy cash… “Sure. Why not. I’m here every morning ‘cept weekends. You want a rematch, I’ll happily take some cash off your hands again.” And so the girl vanished off the beach into the forest, plum didn’t even get her name, but rushed her pokemon to a centre, and considered the next fight, the strategy she’d take.

This consumed her, she stayed up to research the girl’s team and figure out its weaknesses, and got up early to give her partner the best breakfast of champions. Every day rushing to the beach to find her new acquaintance. There they would fight. At first it was brief, she lost….an irritating amount of times, countless days getting so frustrated with the seemingly fluid connection between her opponent and her team, until one day, something changed. The defeat was no surprise, her little Dratini was still so scatter brained, and while she loved Missy dearly, she wished she could find a way to focus her up. The girl came over across the sand and watched plum return her partner, already digging in her pocket for the payout, brow furrowed with frustration. But her opponent did not take the money, after weeks of defeat, she had not given up, and though slow there was progress, something Peach could appreciate. “You know, dragons have their own language, it’s really complex, so human conversation can be hard for them to grasp at such a young age. Try using a clicker for attacks along side the words, your pokemon will get the hang of it with some practice.” The girl held her scratched and worn hand out, in it a training item, just a little button on a keychain you press and it made a click sound. Nothing crazy but she kept one on her person for various reasons, just so happened today the reason was to give it to someone else. “I don’t get it.” “It’s not hard. Say attack, click once, say another attack, click twice, and so on. Just set a system up-“ “No not that! You’re helping me? Surely if I stay bad at this you get more money.” It had been peach’s driving force for a long time sure, she needed to win enough to feed her team and survive, it was not easy doing it all alone. She shrugged, trying to play it off. “No fun if it’s without challenge.” It had been a while since peach’s team saw a poke centre, and plums was as good as KO’d, so the two found themselevs chatting strategy and practice methods, walking over to the town, sitting together with a hot drink on plush benches while waiting for their teams to be healed up. It was admittedly the first moment peach had taken to relax in days. She spent all waking hours in the jungles finding rare herbs and fruits to sell, to keep her team fed and happy, she however was often the last on the list when it came to self-care. This did not go unnoticed.

“You uh…don’t strike me as someone who takes days off.” Plum did not find it hard to see, this girl would look over her shoulder at every noise or person who strayed too close to her, even if only subtly, and sat a little awkwardly around this many people. “Where do you live anyway? You’re not from Alola, I can see that much.” A nurse called them over, both girls up on their feet, at the desk to acquire the pokeballs of their partners. “I uh, I’ve been camping out a while. Came from Sinnoh, got here, kind of just wandered around trying to make ends meet.” They ambled their way back outside, rain just starting to fall, forcing them to stay under shelter. Peach immediately let her vulpix out, watching it sneer at Plum once again, staying as far away as possible from her. “How longs a while?” From the state of her hair, the holes in the jeans, the general amount of scrapes and cuts on her, plum could only assume it was more than a week or two. “Dunno, around 8 months now.” “8 MONTHS?!” The noise made several strangers in the street look around, and peach sunk into her jacket a little, never one to cause a scene if possible. “No. We’re going and getting your things, and you’re coming to my house.” “Uhhhh no?” But it wasn’t negotiable, she grabbed her hand and started to pull her in a direction, swiftly realising she had no idea where her battle partner had set up her tent, turning back to her. “Lets go already, lead the way!” She wouldn’t take no for an answer, Peach could see this, she’d dealt with stubborn before, and did not have the energy for it today. As soon as they were free of the town, the girl let her whole team out, the stuffle on her back, vulpix at her heels, rockruff running ahead, ribombee dancing around the flora, and of course, bob, steadily keeping up behind them.

They walked for a while, out into the woods, past any well trodden paths until they hit a river, where they followed it inland for about 20 minutes. All the while plum couldn’t comprehend that someone would live all the way out here in the wilds like this, finally able to ask the question she couldn’t shake. “What do your family think about this?” Watching her companion stiffen up a little, almost unnoticeably so, continuing to walk. “They don’t care.” They did, and they’d do anything to bring her home, but peach wasn’t about to say that. “Well…their loss.” Plum continued on without missing a beat, catching sight of the top of a greenish hued tent past some shrubs. “You’re a hard worker, know your stuff, they get to miss out on you being…well, you.” For the first time since leaving her home, Peach felt some small shred of emotion she could not place, joy? Perhaps reassurance? support? It was a mystery to her, but it was nice. The pair reached her campgrounds, not a lot there, just an old soggy campfire, a tent that had seen better days, and some travel gear. A pan, a pot, a sleeping bag, some food items, some spare clothes. Nothing that stood out. “You’ve been out here for 8 months living like this?” the girls started to pack things away, rain growing ever heavier. “Yeah. Not one for people or social stuff or crowds or towns…or really anything where others hang around.” It wasn’t exactly difficult to see that, plum helped her fold the tend material up neatly, rolling it into a tight bundle and stashing it. Before long, they were wandering back to the town. Peach felt sick from nerves, she was getting anxious about hanging around people, what if plums family asked questions? What could she say to deter adults? Her brain began to devote a billion lies to cover her ass.

The pair walked up soaked through to a huge house with a long ended driveway, topiary and tended flowerbeds lining both sides as they proceeded towards the building. It felt…weirdly familiar. Peach’s home wasn’t far off this, fancy, perhaps less modern, more regal but old fashioned, she though it’d be easier to adapt but honestly it just felt like she was going back for a moment, seeing a middle aged woman spot them coming up the drive opening the doors with a rushed wave for them to get inside. It was warm, the woman smiled kindly and tottered off to get towels, seeing the two girls dripping wet. Plum watched her companion look around at the ridiculous grander of the hallway they stood in, elegant floral arrangements and fancy paintings on the walls, she worried that perhaps this was uncomfortable for her, she didn’t take her shoes off, nor put her bag down, not until pushed to do so.

She introduced her housekeeper, the woman who’d met them at the door, and immediately took to trying to find something that’d fit her…friend? Yeah. She was going to use that word. She grabbed a big hoody and some sweatpants, both warm dry and adequate, able to shove peach into the bathroom coming off her bedroom to have an actual shower, and relax for like five minutes. As she sat in the kitchen, she chatted with the woman she’d grown up with who ran the house when her parents were away. Freya, a kind soul who looked out for the kids, fed them, helped with homework, listened to them, sometimes plum felt like she was more a mother than her own flesh and blood, but always felt bad for thinking it. “You made a friend. Thats nice Bex.” A pet name, Freya loved the kids and always saw plum alone, head buried in her books. “Yeah, she’s a little different to the normal bunch around here…Do you think she can stay for a little while? She travelled from Sinnoh, doesn’t really have any connections this end.” The woman set a hot drink down, smiling, the sound of heavy rain on the kitchen windows really making the warm interior all the more comfortable. “It’s not like theres not enough space in this house. I don’t see any reason why she can’t stay.” The family were well off and with plum so obviously happy with some actual company her own age, it was just nice to see her acting like a regular young teen for once. “Just maybe don’t ask about her family? I don’t think it’s a good topic for her…” Cautious to not make her company nervous or uncomfortable, she saw the woman nod sympathetically.

That night, the two siblings, freya and peach all sat together and ate, some questions were asked but no one brought up her family, nor her situation, simply asked how she was finding the region, if she had a job or was taking on any challenges, wether she was part of the academy or not. It was nice to just be part of something ordinary for a moment. The pokemon all got a dinner, and for the first time since she got to Alola, she could see them curl up on warm beds that filled a corner of plums bedroom, all kinds of pillows and comfy surfaces, all mons huddled together, not alert to sounds of potential threats as the night drew on. All of them fast asleep. Well, all bar Val, who sat up and observed the room habitually. In amongst them Missy noodled her way in, they’d gotten use to her by now, and welcomed her to the group without issue. The girls sat on the big plush bed, dry, warm, fed, and for once, calm and dare peach say it- happy. The TV showing some crappy movie neither of them paid much attention to, chatting about various things, even cracking some jokes that got a laugh. They eventually fell asleep watching some show, rain hammering on the windows.

That was the start of their time together. From estranged rivals to friends. Their antics got them in a whole heap of situations and trouble, Freya all but welcomed Peach in as a 3rd kid, and peach of course took to bullying Plum’s brother given any chance, because he was a wet blanket of a boy and an easy target. When plums mom and dad finally came home they took a shine to their daughters new friend, happy that she was keeping plum company, and they noticed a severe increase in her confidence since the last time they were around. They heard about her lack of dwelling and offered their home, and peach no matter what, would always leave cash on the kitchen table towards bills, or try to bring home the pokemon food or just help around the house as much as possible. They did not ask for this, but she had to do something in return. To them, peach kept their kids both tough and brought companionship. What more could they want?

Plum wanted to complete the Island trials, and so she went for that, while peach tagged along for the sake of travel, and the duo stuck through it all together and achieved some pretty neat things. Gaining more mons, lots of experience, and some seriously cool stories to tell. Did they always agree with each other? Oh hell no, they are polar opposites, but they made one complete and fully functional, well rounded human adult when together.

#logn text post #i dunno guys im rambling over here #i think theyd get along better without the ranger competetiveness #fruit salad #brainrot #long post

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